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nickngregTitle: Angel of Mine*
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own them. In fact, I don’t own much of anything, so don’t sue.
Summary: AU. Angst but no Gregs or Nicks were harmed during this, it never really happened.
Thank you to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fred_bear and godgaleshot for their invaluable beta. Life is better with Aussie-chicks in your corner. And thank you to godgaleshot for the title and lyrics to the song.
Nick groans as he jerks awake, realizing the horrible sound is his phone. He checks the clock and groans again. He’s only been asleep an hour and he’s really hoping they’re not calling him back to work.
“Hello?”
“Nick, Greg’s in the hospital. You need to get here right away,” comes Warrick’s frantic voice.
Dread seizes Nick’s throat. He’s never heard Warrick frantic before. Angry, excited, frustrated, yes. Not frantic.
“I’ll be right there, where are you?” Nick swings his legs out of bed, a surge of adrenaline leaving him suddenly alert, heart racing.
“Palm Desert, ER,” Warrick pauses. “And, Nicky, you better hurry.”
Nick drops the phone and yanks on the jeans and t-shirt he left crumpled on the floor by the bed and shoves his feet into sneakers, not bothering with socks. Grabbing his keys, cell phone and wallet, he is out the door only five minutes after the phone rang.
~*~
When Nick charges through the automatic doors he sees Grissom pacing with a grim expression. Catherine looks frightened and angry and she’s holding Warrick in her arms. Warrick is… crying? Why is Warrick crying?
“Warrick, what the hell happened, tell me?” Nick grabs his shoulder.
Grissom’s voice pulls him back to his senses. “Nicky, over here. You’re listed as his medical contact. The doctor needs to discuss treatment options with you.”
“But what happened? Why won’t anyone–”
“Greg was shot.” Grissom’s voice sounds a little more ragged than normal, but he’s still under awesome control.
“Oh – God – No!” The others stare at the heartbreaking anguish in Nick’s voice.
A kind looking middle-aged black woman in scrubs and cap approaches Nick. “Mr. Stokes?”
He nods dumbly.
“We need some decisions from you as you’re listed as Mr. Sanders’ medical contact. Can we sit?” She waves over the nurse who is holding some forms. “Your colleagues here have filled us in on the scarring on his back. Can you sign this DNR order for us please?”
“Wh– what happened to him?”
“He’s been shot,” she said in a calm voice. “In the back. He’s in surgery now. We’ll be bringing him up to ICU in a couple of hours. His paperwork states that he does not wish to be resuscitated in the event of brain damage, but he never completed the DNR. Could you sign here.”
“When can I see him?” Nick asks in a hoarse voice.
“We’ll let you know,” she replies calmly, taking the clipboard and pen from his suddenly boneless hands.
Nick buries his head in his hands, his dry eyes burning.
“He was at a scene. The bullet came out of nowhere. It turned out to be a gang shooting a couple streets away.” Grissom eyes Nick anxiously, “It caught him in the back.”
“He’s got to be okay!” Nick exclaims, somewhere between a shout and a screech.
“We’ll need to wait and see,” Grissom replies, taking Nick’s hand in his. “We just need to wait.”
Nick is so tense, he perches on the edge of his chair, his body rigid. He doesn’t even feel Grissom holding his hand. He’s in the grip of a terror greater than he’s ever experienced. He can’t go on without Greg, he can’t even think about it.
In the years they’ve been dating, Greg has knit himself into Nick’s life in so many ways that Nick hasn’t even realized until now. The thought of never seeing Greg again, seeing his silly smile, listening to his jokes and long winded explanations, waiting for him to get his hair just right, never kissing him or holding him, never making love to him… A guttural moan wrenches from Nick’s lips and he pitches forward and hits the floor. Grissom kneels beside him and strokes his back, but Nick can’t feel it.
~*~
“Mr. Stokes?”
“Yes?” Nick jumps up and advances on the nurse.
“Mr. Sanders is in ICU now. Would you like to see him?”
“Yes, can I bring these… my friends…”
“They’ll have to stay outside. Only one person may visit at a time and you are the only one on his medical release. But they’ll be able to see him through the glass. Come with me, please.”
The little group follows the nurse to ICU. They cluster outside the glass, shaken at the sight of Greg’s ashen skin and the tubes snaking out from under the sheet.
The nurse hands Nick a gown, cap and mask. “Germs.”
He dons them and walks tentatively into the room, conscious of the intent gaze of his friends. He wants to kiss Greg, comfort him and hold him but contents himself with barely touching his hand. Greg’s eyes are mostly shut, just a little sliver of white showing between parted lids, shadowed by the lush lashes. Nick comforts himself by telling himself that Greg is out, he doesn’t know that Nick is only holding his hand.
“Don’t leave me, Greg,” he whispers. “I need you.”
~*~
Grissom and Sara have finally forced Nick to go home after two days. They insist that when Greg wakes up he’ll need Nick to be rested. He fought them but he was too tired to hold out for long. At home he collapses on the couch, unable to look at the bed he shared with Greg, dreading that he’ll never see Greg lying there smiling up at him there again.
He falls asleep instantly. His sleep is uneasy, filled with horrible images of Greg being injured, stabbed, shot, beaten, run over and then lying helpless in a pool of blood while no one helps him.
Finally he hears rustling and opens his eyes, grateful to escape the horrible dreams that give him no rest.
He catches his breath because Greg is standing there in front of him, naked. And he’s beautiful. Nick has never seen him more beautiful, love and serenity glowing from his luminous skin, his eyes shining with adoration for Nick.
“You’re alive?” Nick breaths.
“Or are you dreaming?” Greg laughs.
“Tell me I’m not dreaming. You have to be alive, I can’t lose you,” Nick pleads.
“If I’m a dream, I’m your dream.”
“You can’t leave me,” Nick cries.
“My love with always be with you,” Greg replies.
“I’m lost without your love,” Nick sobs.
“You’ll always have it,” Greg assures him.
“I’m so sorry in the hospital, I wanted to hold you, to kiss you, but I–”
“It’s okay, I know you loved me,” Greg says soothingly.
“Loved?” Nick asks with dread.
“I just want to make love to you,” Greg says.
Nick gets up and clutches Greg’s shoulders. “You can’t leave me, I won’t let you.”
“Sometimes it’s too late, Nicky,” regret tinges Greg’s voice.
“I wasn’t ready. I wanted to tell everyone about us but I wasn’t ready. If I tell them, will you stay?”
“It’s not my decision to make,” Greg says, and Nick hears the rustling sound again.
Greg steps closer and surrounds Nick protectively with his arms. Nick closes his eyes and leans into Greg’s embrace, feeling cool air rush by his face. Suddenly he’s naked too and he melts into the silky warmth of Greg’s skin. He feels a soft feathery caress on his back and legs.
“Look at me,” Greg whispers.
Nick is afraid but he opens his eyes. Greg looks at him with love shining from every pore. And Nick is even more afraid when he realizes the feathery sensation he felt comes from Greg’s wings wrapped around him as tightly as his arms.
“You’re an angel?” He gasps in dread.
“I came to tell you I love you,” Greg doesn’t answer.
Nick’s hands move tentatively up Greg’s back, feeling the thick new muscle where the wings have sprung from Greg’s back. He’s touched Greg often enough, rubbed lotion into the scars enough that he knows the wings have sprouted from his shoulder blades, exactly where the scars are the worst. And the familiar rough, pebbled texture of the scars is gone. Greg’s back feels as smooth as the rest of his skin.
Nick massages the juncture of back and wing gently, feeling the quiver as Greg gasps and arches into him. The feathers are oddly warm under his hands and flutter as he strokes them. At first glance the wings look white, but they are actually iridescent, shimmering with rainbow tints of gold, pink, aqua, purple and blue. They are beautiful and Greg looks perfectly natural with them.
“Let me make love to you,” Greg whispers.
“Yes,” Nick accepts. “Please…”
Greg kisses Nick deeply, calmly and tightens his embrace. He trails his lips downwards and sucks hard enough to leave a mark on Nick’s neck, but somehow Nick knows there won’t be one. Greg backs Nick to the couch pushing him down gently, urging him onto his back. He positions himself over Nick, gently stroking his body.
Nick’s arousal is instantaneous as if flame is running through his veins in the wake of Greg’s hands. He arches up helplessly into Greg, his hands hanging limply at his sides. Greg is always dominant in bed, but usually Nick is the one to bury himself inside Greg.
This time he is content to follow Greg’s lead, in fact, he’s unable to initiate anything, just responds breathlessly to the caresses Greg bestows upon him.
Finally he feels Greg’s cock nudging his opening. He opens his mouth to ask about lube, but Greg pushes inside him in one smooth thrust and it feels heavenly. There is no pain only heightened sensation such as Nick has never experienced before. Greg is thrusting harder and deeper now, brushing Nick’s prostate with every stroke, and Nick is writhing in ecstasy as his orgasm washes over him.
“I love you!” He cries out as he comes, feeling the wings flutter around him, enfolding him in love and darkness. He tries to lift his arms to hold onto Greg, but he’s feeling too warm and safe and loved and he falls into a restful dreamless sleep.
When Nick wakes up, he checks his watch. He jumps up and takes a three-minute shower, pulling on fresh clothing and speeding to the hospital.
Warrick and Catherine are sitting outside ICU holding each other’s hand. “No change,” Warrick says briefly to Nick.
Nick gets his sterile scrubs from the nurse and goes in to sit beside Greg. He cries at the contrast between this Greg and the Greg of his dream. This Greg is barely breathing, his skin is grey, his hair is flat, caked with dried crusted blood, and his hands are cold.
Nick takes Greg’s hand in his, trying to warm it with his own warmth. He barely glances over to where Catherine and Warrick are watching him. He bends over Greg. “I love you,” he says and kisses Greg on the corner of the mouth softly, avoiding the tubes. He caresses Greg’s head, his shoulders, his chest and arms. He longs to hold Greg in his arms, crawl into the bed next to him and warm him, give him some of his own life force.
“Don’t leave me, I need you,” he says out loud this time. “I love you.” He meets the startled eyes of the nurse, but he no longer cares. “I love you.”
When he straightens up Greg’s eyes are open and they’re looking straight at him. Nick’s tears start to flow, but he blinks them away, needing to see those beautiful brown eyes looking up at him.
He leans in and kisses Greg on the mouth and says, “I love you, angel, you’re going to be okay.”
Greg nods slightly and closes his eyes, but his hand grips Nick’s tightly and Nick sits next to him, prepared to stay by his side for as long it takes for Greg to come back to him.
Finally the nurses insist that he leave. He stumbles out into the hallway where Warrick and Catherine are still keeping vigil. They smile at him and hug him. “He’s going to be okay?” Catherine asks.
“It’ll be rough, but they said he’ll be fine,” Nick says, too happy to be exhausted.
‘Go home, man. You need to rest so you can be there for him,” Warrick says.
Nick nods and walks out to his truck in a trance. For the first time in days he drives home carefully and slowly, walks into his… no, their house… calmly. He goes into the bedroom to get some sleep. He doesn’t remember making the bed but it’s perfectly smooth as if he’d never been called to the hospital in the middle of the night and never left in haste. In the middle of the blue silk comforter rests one white feather.
~*~
*Angel Of Mine Monica
When I first saw you I already knew
There was something inside of you
Something I thought that I would never find
Angel of mine
I look at you, lookin' at me
Now I know why they say the best things are free
I'm gonna love you boy you are so fine
Angel of Mine
How you changed my world you'll never know
I'm different now, you helped me grow
You came into my life sent from above
When I lost all hope you showed me love
I'm checkin' for ya boy you're right on time
Angel of Mine
Nothing means more to me than what we share
No one in this whole world can ever compare
Last night the way you moved is still on my mind
Angel of Mine
What you mean to me you'll never know
Deep inside I need to show
You came into my life sent from above (Sent from above)
When I lost all hope, you showed me love (Boy you showed me love)
I'm checkin' for ya, boy you're right on time (Right on Time)
Angel of Mine (Angel of mine)
I never knew I could feel each moment
As if it were new,
Every breath that I take, the love that we make
I only share it with you (you, you, you,you)
When I first saw you I already knew
There was something inside of you
Something I thought that I would never find
Angel of Mine
You came into my life sent from above (Came into my life, yeah yeah yeah)
When I lost all hope you showed me love (Boy You showed me love, uh huh)
I'm checkin' for ya, boy you're right on time (But boy your right on time)
Angel of Mine (Angel of mine, oh mine)
How you changed my world you'll never know
I'm different now, you helped me grow
I look at you lookin' at me
Now I know why they say the best things are free
I'm checkin' for ya, boy you're right on time
Angel of Mine
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own them. In fact, I don’t own much of anything, so don’t sue.
Summary: AU. Angst but no Gregs or Nicks were harmed during this, it never really happened.
Thank you to
fred_bear and godgaleshot for their invaluable beta. Life is better with Aussie-chicks in your corner. And thank you to godgaleshot for the title and lyrics to the song.Nick groans as he jerks awake, realizing the horrible sound is his phone. He checks the clock and groans again. He’s only been asleep an hour and he’s really hoping they’re not calling him back to work.
“Hello?”
“Nick, Greg’s in the hospital. You need to get here right away,” comes Warrick’s frantic voice.
Dread seizes Nick’s throat. He’s never heard Warrick frantic before. Angry, excited, frustrated, yes. Not frantic.
“I’ll be right there, where are you?” Nick swings his legs out of bed, a surge of adrenaline leaving him suddenly alert, heart racing.
“Palm Desert, ER,” Warrick pauses. “And, Nicky, you better hurry.”
Nick drops the phone and yanks on the jeans and t-shirt he left crumpled on the floor by the bed and shoves his feet into sneakers, not bothering with socks. Grabbing his keys, cell phone and wallet, he is out the door only five minutes after the phone rang.
~*~
When Nick charges through the automatic doors he sees Grissom pacing with a grim expression. Catherine looks frightened and angry and she’s holding Warrick in her arms. Warrick is… crying? Why is Warrick crying?
“Warrick, what the hell happened, tell me?” Nick grabs his shoulder.
Grissom’s voice pulls him back to his senses. “Nicky, over here. You’re listed as his medical contact. The doctor needs to discuss treatment options with you.”
“But what happened? Why won’t anyone–”
“Greg was shot.” Grissom’s voice sounds a little more ragged than normal, but he’s still under awesome control.
“Oh – God – No!” The others stare at the heartbreaking anguish in Nick’s voice.
A kind looking middle-aged black woman in scrubs and cap approaches Nick. “Mr. Stokes?”
He nods dumbly.
“We need some decisions from you as you’re listed as Mr. Sanders’ medical contact. Can we sit?” She waves over the nurse who is holding some forms. “Your colleagues here have filled us in on the scarring on his back. Can you sign this DNR order for us please?”
“Wh– what happened to him?”
“He’s been shot,” she said in a calm voice. “In the back. He’s in surgery now. We’ll be bringing him up to ICU in a couple of hours. His paperwork states that he does not wish to be resuscitated in the event of brain damage, but he never completed the DNR. Could you sign here.”
“When can I see him?” Nick asks in a hoarse voice.
“We’ll let you know,” she replies calmly, taking the clipboard and pen from his suddenly boneless hands.
Nick buries his head in his hands, his dry eyes burning.
“He was at a scene. The bullet came out of nowhere. It turned out to be a gang shooting a couple streets away.” Grissom eyes Nick anxiously, “It caught him in the back.”
“He’s got to be okay!” Nick exclaims, somewhere between a shout and a screech.
“We’ll need to wait and see,” Grissom replies, taking Nick’s hand in his. “We just need to wait.”
Nick is so tense, he perches on the edge of his chair, his body rigid. He doesn’t even feel Grissom holding his hand. He’s in the grip of a terror greater than he’s ever experienced. He can’t go on without Greg, he can’t even think about it.
In the years they’ve been dating, Greg has knit himself into Nick’s life in so many ways that Nick hasn’t even realized until now. The thought of never seeing Greg again, seeing his silly smile, listening to his jokes and long winded explanations, waiting for him to get his hair just right, never kissing him or holding him, never making love to him… A guttural moan wrenches from Nick’s lips and he pitches forward and hits the floor. Grissom kneels beside him and strokes his back, but Nick can’t feel it.
~*~
“Mr. Stokes?”
“Yes?” Nick jumps up and advances on the nurse.
“Mr. Sanders is in ICU now. Would you like to see him?”
“Yes, can I bring these… my friends…”
“They’ll have to stay outside. Only one person may visit at a time and you are the only one on his medical release. But they’ll be able to see him through the glass. Come with me, please.”
The little group follows the nurse to ICU. They cluster outside the glass, shaken at the sight of Greg’s ashen skin and the tubes snaking out from under the sheet.
The nurse hands Nick a gown, cap and mask. “Germs.”
He dons them and walks tentatively into the room, conscious of the intent gaze of his friends. He wants to kiss Greg, comfort him and hold him but contents himself with barely touching his hand. Greg’s eyes are mostly shut, just a little sliver of white showing between parted lids, shadowed by the lush lashes. Nick comforts himself by telling himself that Greg is out, he doesn’t know that Nick is only holding his hand.
“Don’t leave me, Greg,” he whispers. “I need you.”
~*~
Grissom and Sara have finally forced Nick to go home after two days. They insist that when Greg wakes up he’ll need Nick to be rested. He fought them but he was too tired to hold out for long. At home he collapses on the couch, unable to look at the bed he shared with Greg, dreading that he’ll never see Greg lying there smiling up at him there again.
He falls asleep instantly. His sleep is uneasy, filled with horrible images of Greg being injured, stabbed, shot, beaten, run over and then lying helpless in a pool of blood while no one helps him.
Finally he hears rustling and opens his eyes, grateful to escape the horrible dreams that give him no rest.
He catches his breath because Greg is standing there in front of him, naked. And he’s beautiful. Nick has never seen him more beautiful, love and serenity glowing from his luminous skin, his eyes shining with adoration for Nick.
“You’re alive?” Nick breaths.
“Or are you dreaming?” Greg laughs.
“Tell me I’m not dreaming. You have to be alive, I can’t lose you,” Nick pleads.
“If I’m a dream, I’m your dream.”
“You can’t leave me,” Nick cries.
“My love with always be with you,” Greg replies.
“I’m lost without your love,” Nick sobs.
“You’ll always have it,” Greg assures him.
“I’m so sorry in the hospital, I wanted to hold you, to kiss you, but I–”
“It’s okay, I know you loved me,” Greg says soothingly.
“Loved?” Nick asks with dread.
“I just want to make love to you,” Greg says.
Nick gets up and clutches Greg’s shoulders. “You can’t leave me, I won’t let you.”
“Sometimes it’s too late, Nicky,” regret tinges Greg’s voice.
“I wasn’t ready. I wanted to tell everyone about us but I wasn’t ready. If I tell them, will you stay?”
“It’s not my decision to make,” Greg says, and Nick hears the rustling sound again.
Greg steps closer and surrounds Nick protectively with his arms. Nick closes his eyes and leans into Greg’s embrace, feeling cool air rush by his face. Suddenly he’s naked too and he melts into the silky warmth of Greg’s skin. He feels a soft feathery caress on his back and legs.
“Look at me,” Greg whispers.
Nick is afraid but he opens his eyes. Greg looks at him with love shining from every pore. And Nick is even more afraid when he realizes the feathery sensation he felt comes from Greg’s wings wrapped around him as tightly as his arms.
“You’re an angel?” He gasps in dread.
“I came to tell you I love you,” Greg doesn’t answer.
Nick’s hands move tentatively up Greg’s back, feeling the thick new muscle where the wings have sprung from Greg’s back. He’s touched Greg often enough, rubbed lotion into the scars enough that he knows the wings have sprouted from his shoulder blades, exactly where the scars are the worst. And the familiar rough, pebbled texture of the scars is gone. Greg’s back feels as smooth as the rest of his skin.
Nick massages the juncture of back and wing gently, feeling the quiver as Greg gasps and arches into him. The feathers are oddly warm under his hands and flutter as he strokes them. At first glance the wings look white, but they are actually iridescent, shimmering with rainbow tints of gold, pink, aqua, purple and blue. They are beautiful and Greg looks perfectly natural with them.
“Let me make love to you,” Greg whispers.
“Yes,” Nick accepts. “Please…”
Greg kisses Nick deeply, calmly and tightens his embrace. He trails his lips downwards and sucks hard enough to leave a mark on Nick’s neck, but somehow Nick knows there won’t be one. Greg backs Nick to the couch pushing him down gently, urging him onto his back. He positions himself over Nick, gently stroking his body.
Nick’s arousal is instantaneous as if flame is running through his veins in the wake of Greg’s hands. He arches up helplessly into Greg, his hands hanging limply at his sides. Greg is always dominant in bed, but usually Nick is the one to bury himself inside Greg.
This time he is content to follow Greg’s lead, in fact, he’s unable to initiate anything, just responds breathlessly to the caresses Greg bestows upon him.
Finally he feels Greg’s cock nudging his opening. He opens his mouth to ask about lube, but Greg pushes inside him in one smooth thrust and it feels heavenly. There is no pain only heightened sensation such as Nick has never experienced before. Greg is thrusting harder and deeper now, brushing Nick’s prostate with every stroke, and Nick is writhing in ecstasy as his orgasm washes over him.
“I love you!” He cries out as he comes, feeling the wings flutter around him, enfolding him in love and darkness. He tries to lift his arms to hold onto Greg, but he’s feeling too warm and safe and loved and he falls into a restful dreamless sleep.
When Nick wakes up, he checks his watch. He jumps up and takes a three-minute shower, pulling on fresh clothing and speeding to the hospital.
Warrick and Catherine are sitting outside ICU holding each other’s hand. “No change,” Warrick says briefly to Nick.
Nick gets his sterile scrubs from the nurse and goes in to sit beside Greg. He cries at the contrast between this Greg and the Greg of his dream. This Greg is barely breathing, his skin is grey, his hair is flat, caked with dried crusted blood, and his hands are cold.
Nick takes Greg’s hand in his, trying to warm it with his own warmth. He barely glances over to where Catherine and Warrick are watching him. He bends over Greg. “I love you,” he says and kisses Greg on the corner of the mouth softly, avoiding the tubes. He caresses Greg’s head, his shoulders, his chest and arms. He longs to hold Greg in his arms, crawl into the bed next to him and warm him, give him some of his own life force.
“Don’t leave me, I need you,” he says out loud this time. “I love you.” He meets the startled eyes of the nurse, but he no longer cares. “I love you.”
When he straightens up Greg’s eyes are open and they’re looking straight at him. Nick’s tears start to flow, but he blinks them away, needing to see those beautiful brown eyes looking up at him.
He leans in and kisses Greg on the mouth and says, “I love you, angel, you’re going to be okay.”
Greg nods slightly and closes his eyes, but his hand grips Nick’s tightly and Nick sits next to him, prepared to stay by his side for as long it takes for Greg to come back to him.
Finally the nurses insist that he leave. He stumbles out into the hallway where Warrick and Catherine are still keeping vigil. They smile at him and hug him. “He’s going to be okay?” Catherine asks.
“It’ll be rough, but they said he’ll be fine,” Nick says, too happy to be exhausted.
‘Go home, man. You need to rest so you can be there for him,” Warrick says.
Nick nods and walks out to his truck in a trance. For the first time in days he drives home carefully and slowly, walks into his… no, their house… calmly. He goes into the bedroom to get some sleep. He doesn’t remember making the bed but it’s perfectly smooth as if he’d never been called to the hospital in the middle of the night and never left in haste. In the middle of the blue silk comforter rests one white feather.
~*~
*Angel Of Mine Monica
When I first saw you I already knew
There was something inside of you
Something I thought that I would never find
Angel of mine
I look at you, lookin' at me
Now I know why they say the best things are free
I'm gonna love you boy you are so fine
Angel of Mine
How you changed my world you'll never know
I'm different now, you helped me grow
You came into my life sent from above
When I lost all hope you showed me love
I'm checkin' for ya boy you're right on time
Angel of Mine
Nothing means more to me than what we share
No one in this whole world can ever compare
Last night the way you moved is still on my mind
Angel of Mine
What you mean to me you'll never know
Deep inside I need to show
You came into my life sent from above (Sent from above)
When I lost all hope, you showed me love (Boy you showed me love)
I'm checkin' for ya, boy you're right on time (Right on Time)
Angel of Mine (Angel of mine)
I never knew I could feel each moment
As if it were new,
Every breath that I take, the love that we make
I only share it with you (you, you, you,you)
When I first saw you I already knew
There was something inside of you
Something I thought that I would never find
Angel of Mine
You came into my life sent from above (Came into my life, yeah yeah yeah)
When I lost all hope you showed me love (Boy You showed me love, uh huh)
I'm checkin' for ya, boy you're right on time (But boy your right on time)
Angel of Mine (Angel of mine, oh mine)
How you changed my world you'll never know
I'm different now, you helped me grow
I look at you lookin' at me
Now I know why they say the best things are free
I'm checkin' for ya, boy you're right on time
Angel of Mine
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Date: 2005-08-17 05:34 am (UTC)Yes! ^___^ *big smile!!!*
Date: 2005-08-16 11:17 pm (UTC)*huggles* But you didn't let him die!!! And for this, I offer cookies, cake, pie, diet soda- you name it, I'll gladly go and get it. I love the song, too- so perfect!
I have to run, but your writing has inspired (i.e. kicked me in the posterier end) to finish mine! Loved it! *hearts* You rock.
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Date: 2005-08-16 11:38 pm (UTC)Basically, it means that you could've just let him die, but you gave our favorite boys another chance. Take this award and be proud!
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Date: 2005-08-16 11:52 pm (UTC)“I wasn’t ready. I wanted to tell everyone about us but I wasn’t ready. If I tell them, will you stay?”
knife, heart, twist.
*sigh* yes.
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Date: 2005-08-17 05:09 am (UTC)For the record, the b/f Does Not Understand why i'm suddenly in tears.
What a beautiful and well-written story!
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