Hi everyone, here's another chapter. And here's a shoutout to .true for the follow and favorite X3. And sorry if this is a little short, but my personal life is getting hectic, but I'm still going to update every week. Hope you enjoy!

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Light shining into my eyes tore me from sleep. "Ugh," I sighed as I stretched out under the sheets, bracing slightly for Angel to hit me with a lamp again. When the blow didn't fall, I peeked my head out. Angel was sprawled across the corner of his bed, still in his purple speedo and snoring away. I got up and tried to drag him to lay on the bed right. He shot up and twisted my arm painfully.

His eyes shot open when he saw what he was doing and he let go of my arm quickly. "Sorry," he mumbled.

"It's okay," I squeaked and rubbed at my arm.

"Sorry, I don't like it when people wake me up."

I raised an eyebrow, "So it's only okay when you wake me up by hitting me?"

"Don't be dramatic," he joked, "I wouldn't hit you for real."

"Well other people will fill your place. Do we have a match today?"

"Nope," he grinned.

"Awesome! I get to relax for a day."

He chuckled deeply, "No. You need to practice."

I sighed, "Can I at least sleep a little more first?"

"No."

I groaned, but got some bandages out of my bag and started taping my hands."

Angel held his hand up, "We won't be sparring."

"What?"

"You'll be learning Spanish," he sat up on the bed and faced me.

"Yeah I should, we're in a foreign country and all."

He grinned, "Si." He pointed at the bed and side table, "Cama tu mesa."

"How is knowing furniture going to help?"

"If people scream it at you at Muderbrawl, you'll know what they want you to hit someone with."

"Oh."

"Yeah," he pointed to Eddie who just came in and grinned, "burro tu gato."

"Shut up," the man growled and stepped in. A pillow lay near me, which he picked up and threw at Angel.

Angel's grin wasn't broke by the pillow, he only picked it up and hurled it back. Pillows started being volleyed back and forth. The sack Eddie was holding dropped to the floor. I skittered over, picked it up, and opened it.

"Food!" Tacos and quesadillas were wrapped up in the bag. I grabbed a taco and started eating while the boys fought. They eventually stopped, panting and breathless, to grab a wrapped morsel. I finished the taco and got a quesadilla.

The boys had stopped eating. "You're so adorable," Angel said suddenly.

"What?"

He started delicately nibbling on his quesadilla like a tiny mouse, mimicking how I must've been eating.

"I do not eat like that!" My face went hot.

"Yeah you do," Eddie said.

"Told you," Angel smirked.

I huffed and threw my balled up paper at him. He only grinned and finished his food.

Eddie got up, "I'll be at the bar, have fun lovebirds."

"We aren't lovebirds!" I yelled and slammed the pillow into his back. He walked out the door.

"So defensive," Angel observed.

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Can we just get back to Spanish?"

He sighed, "Si."

"You know, Spanish sounds close to French, both romantic languages."

"You know French?"

"Oui, they taught us it in primary school."

He looked at me for a moment, "Wait, where would they teach a foreign language that early?"

"England, I grew up there."

"Oh, you don't have an accent, though."

"I moved here just before I went into the army."

"Why?" He sat next to me.

I sighed and looked away, "My mom got murdered. Dad wanted to skip town so we left before her funeral."

"Oh my god," he said softly, "how'd she die?"

"Dad threw her down the stairs… It was him but he never faced jail time for it. Burns my ass to this day."

Angel stood still for a moment, arm shifting up and down, like he wanted to touch me but didn't know how. "I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault," I breathed as the memory of it played in my head so startlingly clear I had to grip the bed to know it wasn't happening. Going home from school to see my mom lying in a pool of her own blood, holding Matt as he screamed while trying not to join him, listening to my dad lie to us, knowing the one person who could protect us from him was gone forever. "And it's not my fault."

"No it's not," he put his hand on my shoulder.

It sent a shiver of disgust down my spine, making me jerk away. "I don't want you to coddle me!"

"Sorry!" He jerked and looked away.

Something thumped against the door and opened it. "Hey lovebirds," Eddie slurred, "here's some bubbly." He held up a bottle of champagne and threw it at me.

I caught it and popped the top off. "I needed this anyway," I grumbled and took a swig. Sweet foam bubbled into my nose, making me snort.

Angel smirked, "Gimme some."

I passed him the bottle and sat back down. He took a swig of it, tilting his head back, then slung his arm over my shoulder. Body heat started to leak into me. I took it back and took another drink, letting it loosen my tongue, "Ce est tout à fait bonne . Avec la boisson , je peux oublier ce qui est arrivé . Je peux aussi vous touchez accepter comme je ai toujours voulu."

Angel looked at me for a moment, "That was really good."

"Thanks, now tell me something you've always wanted to tell me."

"What?"

"I told you something, now tell me. It's only fair."

"I'm an open book," he shrugged.

"Just say something."

He sighed, but continued, "La primera vez que te vi , empecé a creer en Dios . Este toque me hace sentir de lo mejor que he sentido en mucho tiempo , al igual que yo pertenecía , como si me importaba . Usted es un guerrero y una princesa y yo deseo que usted era el mío. That was several things.

"That sounded really good."

"I hope it was," he mumbled.

I leaned into his touch, "Thanks."

"For what?" He laid back on the bed and dragged me with him.

"For training me, even though it was a bit twisted."

"You're welcome," he shifted so my head was resting completely on his arm.

I let myself curl up and look at him. "This whole tour has been awesome."

"Yeah it has," he smiled, "we haven't won nearly as much then as we have now."

"Awesome."

We laid in silence for a while, letting ourselves relax while we could. Angel would surely want to get back to training.

He turned onto his side and scooted closer toward me, "I'm gonna take a nap."

I tried to object before he pressed his body against me, tucking my head underneath his chin. A shudder passed through me, but with it was a feeling of warmth and even happiness, like I was wrapped in the blankets again. He started mumbling in his sleep, making me smile. I let my arms wrap around his torso and feel the touch I craved, my consciousness finally drifting off to join him. When I woke later, he was still asleep. I grinned and got up, the hotel's gym should be empty, a perfect time for running. My trip out the door was silent and quick, but it halted when I saw a group of men standing the hall. They huddled together and spoke in hushed whispers.

"So that's when we kill him, right?" One of the questioned.

"Exactly," the voice of Doc Savage sapped away the warmth Angel gave me, "when he gets out of the ring at tomorrow's match, make sure his dive is permanent."

"But why are we taking him out and not Killbane?" another asked, "He'd be more of a threat."

Doc sighed angrily, "Angel isn't the fastest or strongest, but he's experienced. That's more dangerous than anything. Once we take him, we can get Killbane and the whore. She'll pay for her good luck."

Things are gonna heat up in more ways then one for Serena, and it'll just get funner and funner to write! And I know for a fact that the Spanish and French usage was wrong, so if anyone could correct it, please feel free to leave it in the reviews. Thanks for reading and hope you show your support!