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By mgangel1124
Angel was curled up in bed with a cold and a half-empty bottle of Nyquil. Apparently running around in skimpy clothes and shoving her tongue down the mouths of unknown men weren't the best activities for her immune system. Samson had brought over some chicken soul that Anne had made, which she would have enjoyed much more if Hikki hadn't called him every two minutes to make sure he wasn't being molested. If she'd been feeling better, Angel would have had her way with him just to spite the paranoid Frenchman, but instead she settled for thanking Samson and shoving him and his ringing phone out the door before finishing off that bottle of aspirin to help her headache. She'd just downed another shot of Nyquil and gotten back into bed when she was suddenly hit with the memory of the last time someone had brought her chicken soup.
It was one of those memories she didn't like to think about because of all the emotional angst that came with it. Those always had a way of coming back like some massive emo boomerang of doom. Who knows, maybe it was the fact that she'd probably downed enough Nyquil to take down Cougar at this point and it was a wonder she hadn't OD'ed on the stuff yet. Or maybe there was some omnipotent being with free time during omnipotent being school and decided to give Angel some character development for other omnipotent beings. Nah, that's just crazy talk. Anyway, it's flashback time.
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"Ugh. I'm totally dying," seventeen-year-old Angel complained to herself. Sure, catching that cold had gotten her out of taking that history midterm that she hadn't studied for. But in hindsight it really wasn't worth feeling like hell for a week, the forced quarantine, and Matrix refusing to come within twenty feet of her until she was better.
And now she couldn't get back to sleep because someone was banging around in the kitchen. Normally, her curiosity would have made her check it out. Now she didn't care if some stranger was robbing them blind, as long as they finished up quickly and left her the hell alone. But she realized that wasn't going to happen a few minutes later when they banging stopped and she heard whoever it was climbing up the stairs. Now flat-out pissed off, Angel grabbed the closet hard object and hurled it at the intruder the moment he opened the door...
...And an unsuspecting Matrix was immediately knocked on the ground by the TV remote to his skull, spilling the hot chicken soup all over himself. "JESUS CHRIST WOMAN, ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME!?"
Angel glared at him as he stood up. "And what the hell do you think you're doing sneaking around over here? You know if Dad find out we're screwing around together he'll ship me off to a convent."
"Oh please, like you're the only one that would be in trouble. You realize I'm risking bodily harm to satisfy you every other night?" He was now digging through her dresser for one of the many shirts of his she'd stolen. "Your dad asked me to come check up on you during my break."
Angel was still wanting to drag him down to her bad mood. "But I thought you were afraid you'd get sick if you came near me?"
Matrix smirked at her. "Oh, I still am. But god knows you can't even take care of yourself when you're healthy." He threw the dirty shirt in her hamper. "Wow, you really are sick. I'm half-naked and you haven't jumped me yet."
"I feel like hell," Angel groaned and wrapped the blanket tighter around herself.
"Yeah, and you look like it too," he joked as an arm shot out and threw an octopus plushie at him. "Aww come on, I don't need you giving me another head injury today." A moment later, his phone rang. "Hey...Yeah, she's fine...Almost took my head off when I came in...Sure...Alright...I'm on my way. Bye," he said and hung up. "That was your dad. I have to get back." Matrix picked the plushie up off the floor and tossed it back to her. He brushed her hair out of her face and turned to leave. "Get some sleep. I'll call you later." She nodded and passed out almost immediately.
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Angel snapped back to the present with the realization that she was shaking. She didn't have many memories from when she was with Matrix that didn't involve at least one of them being naked, so the few fully-clothed moments always stood out in her mind. She took a deep breath to stop herself, remembering the day after everything went to hell, how she took everything of his and burned it in a trashcan fire outside. Particularly, she remembered that octopus plushie going up in flames. Shaking herself out of her emo moment, she poured the now cold soup down the drain and went back to bed.
"Pssh, I can totally take care of myself when I'm sick," she said out loud before falling back asleep.
Angel was curled up in bed with a cold and a half-empty bottle of Nyquil. Apparently running around in skimpy clothes and shoving her tongue down the mouths of unknown men weren't the best activities for her immune system. Samson had brought over some chicken soul that Anne had made, which she would have enjoyed much more if Hikki hadn't called him every two minutes to make sure he wasn't being molested. If she'd been feeling better, Angel would have had her way with him just to spite the paranoid Frenchman, but instead she settled for thanking Samson and shoving him and his ringing phone out the door before finishing off that bottle of aspirin to help her headache. She'd just downed another shot of Nyquil and gotten back into bed when she was suddenly hit with the memory of the last time someone had brought her chicken soup.
It was one of those memories she didn't like to think about because of all the emotional angst that came with it. Those always had a way of coming back like some massive emo boomerang of doom. Who knows, maybe it was the fact that she'd probably downed enough Nyquil to take down Cougar at this point and it was a wonder she hadn't OD'ed on the stuff yet. Or maybe there was some omnipotent being with free time during omnipotent being school and decided to give Angel some character development for other omnipotent beings. Nah, that's just crazy talk. Anyway, it's flashback time.
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"Ugh. I'm totally dying," seventeen-year-old Angel complained to herself. Sure, catching that cold had gotten her out of taking that history midterm that she hadn't studied for. But in hindsight it really wasn't worth feeling like hell for a week, the forced quarantine, and Matrix refusing to come within twenty feet of her until she was better.
And now she couldn't get back to sleep because someone was banging around in the kitchen. Normally, her curiosity would have made her check it out. Now she didn't care if some stranger was robbing them blind, as long as they finished up quickly and left her the hell alone. But she realized that wasn't going to happen a few minutes later when they banging stopped and she heard whoever it was climbing up the stairs. Now flat-out pissed off, Angel grabbed the closet hard object and hurled it at the intruder the moment he opened the door...
...And an unsuspecting Matrix was immediately knocked on the ground by the TV remote to his skull, spilling the hot chicken soup all over himself. "JESUS CHRIST WOMAN, ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME!?"
Angel glared at him as he stood up. "And what the hell do you think you're doing sneaking around over here? You know if Dad find out we're screwing around together he'll ship me off to a convent."
"Oh please, like you're the only one that would be in trouble. You realize I'm risking bodily harm to satisfy you every other night?" He was now digging through her dresser for one of the many shirts of his she'd stolen. "Your dad asked me to come check up on you during my break."
Angel was still wanting to drag him down to her bad mood. "But I thought you were afraid you'd get sick if you came near me?"
Matrix smirked at her. "Oh, I still am. But god knows you can't even take care of yourself when you're healthy." He threw the dirty shirt in her hamper. "Wow, you really are sick. I'm half-naked and you haven't jumped me yet."
"I feel like hell," Angel groaned and wrapped the blanket tighter around herself.
"Yeah, and you look like it too," he joked as an arm shot out and threw an octopus plushie at him. "Aww come on, I don't need you giving me another head injury today." A moment later, his phone rang. "Hey...Yeah, she's fine...Almost took my head off when I came in...Sure...Alright...I'm on my way. Bye," he said and hung up. "That was your dad. I have to get back." Matrix picked the plushie up off the floor and tossed it back to her. He brushed her hair out of her face and turned to leave. "Get some sleep. I'll call you later." She nodded and passed out almost immediately.
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Angel snapped back to the present with the realization that she was shaking. She didn't have many memories from when she was with Matrix that didn't involve at least one of them being naked, so the few fully-clothed moments always stood out in her mind. She took a deep breath to stop herself, remembering the day after everything went to hell, how she took everything of his and burned it in a trashcan fire outside. Particularly, she remembered that octopus plushie going up in flames. Shaking herself out of her emo moment, she poured the now cold soup down the drain and went back to bed.
"Pssh, I can totally take care of myself when I'm sick," she said out loud before falling back asleep.