Author: Chrissy (iwantasoda)
Feedback: It’s my drug of choice
Word Count: 378
Genre: Angst, General
Summary: It is simply Collins point of view on Angels death. It’s been done before, but not by me.
Notes: This is my first Rentfic that isn’t Roger/Mark, so hey I’m branching out.
Special Thanks: hanson_phreek because she makes me write even if it’s crap. And to my kitten Jinx who makes late night writing sessions very interesting
Spoilers: If you haven’t seen the movie and/or play maybe you shouldn’t read.
Warnings: Character death
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Rent and its characters belong to the late Jonathan Larson and Invincible is copyright Pat Benetar
This sudden darkness fills the air
Tom Collins awoke with a start, frantically looking around at his surroundings, trying to figure out where the hell he was and what had disturbed his restless slumber. His eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness as the sterile smell of the hospital room entered his nostrils. He wrinkled his nose in disgust before yawning, sliding his stiff body out of the hard plastic chair it was reclining in.
Stand up and face the enemy
“I can’t do thos much longer,” a soft voice said from the hospital bed. “I try like hell, but this is it baby,” Angel said, squeezing Collins hand as he walked over.
Collins sighed as he looked down at the shadow that was once his happy go lucky Angel. “I know. You’ve fought the enemy long enough.” And it was true, Angel had been fighting the enemy, AIDS, for years. It was time for her to rest.
We’re gonna scream until we’re satisfied
“You know what I was thinking about?” Angel asked after a few minutes of contemplative silence.
“What?” Angel was thinking about the weirdest shit lately.
“You really want to know?” she asked as he slid into the bed next to her.
“Of course I do. Come on, you mentioned it, now tell me,” he coaxed, happy to see her smile.
“I was thinking that champagne is just ginger ale that knows somebody. Silly isn’t it?” she asked with a small giggle.
For some godforsaken reason, it struck Collins as extremely funny and he spent the next few minutes laughing uncontrollably into the crook of Angel’s neck.
When there’s no where we can run to anymore
Collins aimlessly wandered through the streets of New York City, his mind and body numb with grief. He knew this day would come, but he wasn’t ready, he wasn’t finished loving Angel yet. He was alone again. He could always run to Santa Fe with Roger, but that had been Angel’s dream, not his. Collins wasn’t the type to run from a challenge, especially this latest one: survive New York City without his Angel by his side.