A Night To Remember

Summary: A few months after her encounter with Seamus and Madison Lee, Dylan can't seem to forget a certain bad boy.

Setting: A couple months after Charlie's Angels: Full Throttle.

Pairing: Dylan/Anthony

Rated: K (plus)

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters.

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Dylan..

I remember coming to the same Bar when I thought my friends were better off without me. Seamus O'Grady was after them because of my past with him. So I left them, to keep them safe. But I soon realized they probably would be in even more danger without me then when I would stick around. They were my friends after all. We would have to fight this together. We always made a strong team. Now I was here because of an entirely different reason. I wanted to forgot something or better someone. Someone who was supposed to be my enemy. That same someone had saved me from my deranged ex boyfriend, Seamus. Anthony or "Creepy Thin Man" as Alex liked to call him, our favorite assassin. That night on the Rooftop of the Theater he hadn't seemed that "Creepy". I wouldn't have kissed him if I thought he was. I kissed him. I let him kiss me. So, We kissed eachother. It was hard to believe.

But when we talked to Mother Superior I couldn't help to see him in a different way. There was so much to learn about him. Someone who was raised in a Catholic Orphanage couldn't be all bad, I refused to believe that. Everyone has a good side. Well most people that is. And when he saved Max at the Coal Bowl, I just knew there had to be some good inside of him. When we caught each others eyes, I felt some sort of connection between us.

I wanted to get to know the "Real" Anthony. But I guess that's too late now. He paid a high price when he saved my life. He had kicked Seamus of the roof, or at least he thought he had. It all happened so fast, one minute we were kissing each other and the next.. He got stabbed with his own sword and fell of the Roof. Seamus. How I hate him.
Even now he is dead, I still hate his guts. He took Anthony away from me. I know it sounds pretty crazy, but I really think it could have worked out between us. At least we could have tried but no, that Irish bastard had to ruin everything. I knew I had to let go but it wasn't that easy, not even after 3 months.

I sat down almost at the very end of the Bar. I really wasn't in the mood for any guys drooling over my ass like the last time. That same ass Seamus liked so much. It gave me goosebumps just to think about it. I ordered myself a glass of red wine. I took a glance around the place. It wasn't a busy night. There were only two guys sitting on the other end of the Bar, drinking and laughing. They seemed to have a lot of fun. Good for them. Then I looked at my drink, I smiled bitterly and took a sip from it, just trying to forget. What else was there to do?

Anthony..

I really needed to get out of my room. I had been staying in my apartment for nearly 3 months now, recuperating from the fall. Fresh air would be nice for a change. I remember that night like it was only yesterday. Seamus falling on top of me, intense pain ripping through my entire body. Seamus wasn't exactly a very light person. To top it of he had been pierced by the same sword, in a deadly way. I didn't feel sorry for him the least. He had deserved it. Sneaking up behind, stabbing me, taking Dylan away from me. No one and I - really - mean no one, does that. Earlier that night Seamus had tried to kill Dylan who I fought a couple of times myself.

She was something special. Not only her hair but everything else about her had this effect on me.. I couldn't explain it. Maybe that's why I kissed her.. Ever since the Coal Bowl, where I killed Emmers in order to save Max, I couldn't stop thinking about her. She had been really surprised when she found out it was I who saved Max. Maybe she could see that I was able to do good things too. I knew assassination wasn't a very respectable bussiness to be in.

I can't even remember why I choose this path. Maybe the quick money, which I needed to help the Orphanage, to prevent it from closing its doors. I couldn't let that happen. Mother Superior had always taken very good care of me. I felt obligated to return the favour. It was the home of all those children. It wasn't the Way of God, there was nothing good about killing people, but I turned out to be great at it. I can only hope that He will forgive me, someday.

Or maybe he already has. I did survive a fall from a ten story building. I looked at the sky and smiled at it. I mouthed a silent "Thank you". I wasn't sure how to interpret His answer when it started to rain. I shook my head and started to walk again. For the first time in my life I kept on smiling. I even didn't care if I got totally drenched. I came across a local bar and decided to have a drink. It was raining pretty hard by now.

The Bar was as good as empty. There were only a few people inside. Good. I never liked those crowded places anyway. I straightened my jacket and walked in. Two very drunk men were sitting in the front. I smiled a small smile as I walked past them. They seemed to enjoy theirselves very well. I walked more towards the back of the place. A woman had already occupied one of the seats there. I didn't know why but it was as if I knew her. She was sitting almost entirely in the dark and her face was turned away from me. I tried to shake the feeling and went to sit down but when she turned her head and looked at me, I couldn't move. I felt my mouth drop a few inches. Dylan.

Dylan..

I felt as if I had enough to drink. I debated with myself about staying or going home but when I looked over to the window I saw it was raining outside. The staying part won out. And besides that, I didn't have anyone waiting for me anyway. Nathalie had Pete and Alex had Jason. I ordered myself another glass of wine. Soft music was playing in the background. I closed my eyes and I was momentarily taken back to that night on the Roof. I shook my head, trying to clear my mind. No Dylan don't you think about him..

I sighed and opened my eyes. I found myself looking directly into a pair of clear blue eyes. No, It can't be. I had to be dreaming. Sitting only a few feet away was Anthony, holding his cane in his left hand. Or maybe I had been drinking too much. No. It had to be real. I wanted him to be real so badly. Anthony. I could see the mutual surprise in his blue ones. For a while, we just stared at each other. I didn't know what to say. He was alive! I saw him getting up from his seat and slowly walked up to me.

It seemed to last forever. He stopped in front of me and then took the seat next to mine, placing the cane on the counter. Oh God! Maybe I should go.. No! I can't just leave him. Remember Dylan you wanted to get to know him differently. I tried to calm down but it was kinda hard with the Thin Man, I mean Anthony sitting right next to me. My heart was pounding like crazy. I don't remember when anyone had this effect on me. I couldn't take my eyes of him. It really was him!

He ordered himself a Bacardi black ice. He did so by pointing at the bottle. I smirked. Somehow that drink really suited him. Just like that pinstripe suit, the cane and the ever present smell of cigarettes. It was SO.. Him! Only his hair wasn't slicked back anymore. Probably because of the rain. A few strands of his pitch black hair were hanging on each side of his face. Then he turned and looked intentively at me.

I decided to speak up. "You survived.." I didn't know what else to say.. I was still getting over the initial shock. I received a nod from him. There was so much I wanted to say and ask. I just didn't know where to begin. He must have seen me struggling with myself as he smiled at me. I couldn't help but smile back.

"I'm happy you're alive." I blurted out. And I actually meant it too. I then hesitatingely placed my hand on top of his. At first I was afraid that I had been a little too bold but to my surprise he accepted it and gave it a gentle squeeze. I still had trouble believing that this was really happening. I just went out for a drink and I end up sitting next to a man who I thought had died. Sometimes, Life could take some really strange turns. But now I didn't mind because they had given me back my Anthony. Wait.. MY Anthony?

Anthony..

I think she was even more surprised than me. I couldn't blame her, though. She had seen me fall of a roof with a sword sticking out of my chest. She probably thought I was dead for sure. Even I know I shouldn't have survived that. It was quite unbelievable. And what are the chances that you end up at the same Bar?

If it hadn't rained I probably wouldn't have ended up here. Inwardly I smiled. Perhaps the work of God? Playing match maker eh? I couldn't believe that this was happening. Maybe God decided to be merciful on me. Maybe I could still walk the path to redemption. I had to try. For me and for her. For once She was in the Dark and I was in the Light. My angel was waiting for me. I got up from my seat and walked up to her. I could tell she was nervous. I wanted to assure her that everything would be fine. I sat down next to her and ordered myself a Bacardi Black Ice. Not that I was really thirsty or anything, I just needed one. From the corner of my eye I saw her smiling at me.

Usually I was pretty good at putting up a cold facade but now I was really having a hard time keeping it that way. I turned to look at her. She was so beautiful when she smiled. She really looked like an Angel. I felt as if I could let my guard down. It was just Dylan and me. No cases. No assignments.

"You survived.." she said to me and I simply nodded. I could see she was having trouble expressing herself which I could understand. It wasn't everyday you started a conversation with a man who tried to kill you, more than once and then saved you. But I didn't want her to be uncomfortable. So I tried my best at smiling and got rewarded. In return I got a dazzling smile from her. It made my heart leap.

"I'm happy you're alive." She said. I wasn't sure if I heard it right. Could she actually mean it? She looked and sounded sincere. When her hand touched mine I just knew she meant it. I gave it a light squeeze. I didn't know what I did to deserve this Angel. I only knew I would do anything to keep her.

Dylan..

I didn't want to let go of his hand, afraid that it was just a dream but after awhile I did anyway. Suddenly I got this idea.. I grinned at him and finished my drink. "So, aren't you going to buy me one?" I asked, waving the empty glass in front of him.

A small grin formed on his lips as he nodded. "I'll have the same you are having." He motioned for the Bartender and ordered another Bacardi Black Ice. I could feel that we were both much more at ease than just a couple minutes ago. So I made another attempt at conversation. "How?" I asked him, refering to the fall. I wasn't sure if he knew what I meant. I saw him taking a notepad and fountainpen out of his jacket. He wrote his answer down and then handed me the piece of paper. "I don't know. I guess I got lucky." It read. I smiled and nodded. Very lucky if you ask me.

"Sometimes we have to rely on a little bit of luck." I quietly said. He then took the note out of my hand and began to scribble something on the back and then he gave it back to me. I had to admit I was a bit curious of what he could have written down. I looked at the note in my hand. "Why are you here alone? Where are your friends?"

Part of me was wondering if it was out of concern for me or that he was afraid that Alex and Nathalie would show up and kick his ass. Not that I would have let it happen. I know I care for him and from the way he acts I think he cares for me too. They will just have to learn to accept it. I realized that he was waiting for an answer.

"I just needed some time alone. To think certain things over. Seamus. You." He raised his eyebrow at this. "I had a lot of thinking to do after.. You know the Halo Case. You saved me.." He nodded slowly so I went on. "We kissed.. You tried to say something.." I wanted to know what he was trying to tell me so I asked him. "What were you going to say?"

He averted his eyes from me and I saw his hand tightening around the glass. Again, he took the notepad and wrote a few words down. I swallowed hard in anticipation. It would have been better if he could have said it on the roof but Seamus had to ruin that perfect moment. He handed me the note and I took it. I took a deep breath before looking at it. "My Angel." He had written down in elegant writing. My Angel? Wait a minute.. I'm his Angel? HIS Angel. I could feel tears coming to my eyes. He reached out with his hand and caressed my cheek. I closed my eyes at his touch. It felt so right. I opened my eyes and stared at him. "Anthony.." I breathed putting my hand over his.

He represented Darkness, one should be afraid of that. I wasn't. I'm an Angel after all and if he'll let me, i'll be his guide. I leaned over and our lips gently brushed. I felt his other hand on the back of my neck, pulling me closer to him, deepening the kiss. Such passion and desperate need that it almost scared me. I have never been kissed like that before. I slowly pulled away and smiled shyly at him. I remembered the reason why I came here in the first place. No, forgetting wasn't an option anymore as I kissed him again.

Anthony..

I couldn't begin to describe how good it felt to just have her around. She was much more relaxed by now. I really tried to act casual which was kinda hard with our past. It didn't surprise me at all when she asked me about the fall. I didn't want to think about it but I knew she wanted some answers. It was a night I would remember for the rest of my life. Someone like me didn't deserve to live. Luck. It had to be pure luck. Or God. A miracle. I was starting to believe it could be possible. I retrieved my notepad and wrote down that I got lucky. I handed her the note and apparently she agreed. "Sometimes we have to rely on a little bit of luck." She said to me. To think about it, I got myself almost killed nearly 4 times by now.

Driving of a bridge, slamming a bike into a brick wall, the exploding Carmel mission and last but not least falling of a roof with a sword sticking out of your chest. It wasn't just the everyday routine, I could assure you that. I could honestly say that I didn't know how I pulled it off. I found myself a fairly good assassin but I never expected to survive those. But I'm definitely done with the near death experiences. Enough of that, I wondered were her friends were. They seemed to be the kind of people to hang out together all the time. I took the note out of her hand so I could ask her about it. "I just needed some time alone. To think certain things over. Seamus. You." I knew that Seamus had left a mark on her. But me? Did I really have such an effect on her? Could I win the heart of someone like her?

"I had a lot of thinking to do after.. You know the Halo Case. You saved me." She explained. True. I had saved her. I was on the other side of the roof when I heard her scream and I immediately rushed over. Sword in hand, ready to take on anyone. Especially one particular person. I nodded at her. "We kissed.. You tried to say something.." She continued. A memorable night. Too bad it had to end the way it did.

"What were you going to say?" She suddenly asked me. I remember me trying to speak after almost 30 years of silence. I never spoke to anyone. Not even to Mother Superior. But that night, I had tried. I had trouble looking at her. All of a sudden, I started to feel incredibly nervous. I stared at my glass, holding onto it as if my life was depending on it. This was my chance. I wanted to TELL her, but I couldn't. Not now. Not yet.

So, I took the notepad and decided to write it down. I was hoping she wouldn't be too disappointed. I handed her the small note and I saw her taking a deep breath before looking at it. I guess I wasn't the only one with nerves. My Angel I had written down. She looked at me and I could see tears in a pair of green eyes. Tears of happiness?

That beautiful face, that wonderful smile and not to mention that fiery hair.. It really suited her. To me, it was the face of an Angel. I reached out to touch her cheek. Her soft skin was warm against the palm of my hand. She opened her eyes and stared back at me and when she said my name in a near whisper, I felt all warm and fuzzy inside. I couldn't stop looking at her. As soon as her lips touched mine, I couldn't help but think I was in Heaven.

I didn't want to hold back, didn't want to freeze up although it was nearly impossible with those lucious red lips of hers who were taunting me. So, I pulled her closer. For a moment I got distracted with all that gorgeous hair but I decided to not pull any hair out tonight, or at least try. After a few seconds she responded with an equal desire. I think we were both pretty much out of air when she pulled away from me and a little smile played across her lips. It made me want to kiss her again..and again.. But she beat me to it when her lips came crushing down on mine once more. This was definitely heaven. But how did I ever manage to get up there? Maybe the past didn't matter after all.

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