A Walk In The Park

Summary: After Dylan and Anthony found each other at the local bar, they decided to go for a little walk.

Setting: Some time after Charlie's Angels: Full Throttle.

Pairing: Dylan/Anthony

Rated: K

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

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Dylan..

Several hours later me and Anthony decided to leave the now totally deserted bar. My night was turning out to be one of the most amazing nights of my life. For the first time in months I felt truly happy. But how could I not be? My lost love had been returned to me. I didn't want to go home just yet and I had a feeling Anthony didn't want to go either. So, I grabbed his hand and we started to walk through the streets to Central Park. We hadn't "talked" much earlier but I really had enjoyed his company. It wasn't such a big deal. I already knew he wasn't one for conversation and I didn't want to push him. He had written down the things I wanted to know and that was pretty much it. Besides sometimes actions spoke louder than words and.. we had definitely shared some passionate and all saying kisses.

Actually Anthony was a pretty good kisser. The mere thought made me smile even more.. Who would've thought that huh? I certainly wasn't going to complain. Actually, I didn't want this night to end but deep down in my heart I knew it would eventually. I felt him squeeze my hand a little and I looked up at him. He raised one of his famous eyebrows at me as if to ask if something was wrong.

Guess I was pretty much lost in thought there. I shook my head. "Sorry. I was just thinking. Nothing important." I wondered if it was convincing enough. He had this look on his face as if not really believing me but he nodded instead. We made it to Central Park and I noticed that there weren't a lot of people around. Of course there wouldn't be, it was already past midnight. But I just wanted to be alone with him. We walked further into the park and I noticed a wooden bench underneath a large tree. A pole lantern was standing next to it, shining down on it. It was quite a romantic sight. I quickly made my way to it, pulling Anthony with me.

I was determined to make the very best out of the little time we had left. I sat down and Anthony sat next to me, putting his cane aside. He wouldn't be needing that now anyway. It wasn't like we were going to fight each other. It wasn't like any other time we had met. And I was glad it wasn't. I didn't want us to be on opposite sides again. But than again, he was an assassin. It was his Job. Would he be willing to give that up, just for me? Could I even expect him too? What if he stayed an assassin? Would their be a chance for us? And will Alex and Nathalie ever be able to accept him? All these questions were running through my head. I sighed softly. Don't spoil this Dylan. My thoughts were interrupted when he nudged me. I looked at him and did my best at smiling. I couldn't as I felt the tears welling up. Soon they were running down my cheeks. No. No! What was I doing? This was supposed to be a happy moment. I had wanted Anthony to be alive and he was.. He was here..with me. Why couldn't I just be happy?

When I looked at him through my tears I saw this extremely worried look on his face. I couldn't blame him. Why the hell was I crying? "It's nothing.." I said wiping my cheeks. "I'm just so glad you're here with me" He pulled me closer to him, burying his face into my hair. I wondered when he was finally going to pull it. He then looked at me and gave me a small smile. "My Ang..Angel. Do Not Wor..Worry." He said in a soft voice. Oh my God! I felt my mouth drop a few inches. I laughed as I threw my arms around him. He has spoken! After all this time.

I pulled back to look at him. I knew I was grinning like a total idiot. "You spoke!" I exclaimed. He smiled. "Oh Anthony, I.." I didn't have time to finish my sentence as he kissed me. After a few seconds we broke apart and I tried again. "Anthony. I don't want to lose you.. Not after this." I could see the sadness in his eyes. I guess he didn't know what the future had in store for us either. "You won't.." He said softly. I smiled and nodded. Strangely enough, I believed him.

I laid my head on his shoulder and stared at the sky. It was a beautiful night. There were a lot of stars. I felt his hand slip into mine and I was surprised when he got up. He tugged at my hand. "Alright." I stood up and followed him. Hands clasped together we walked for a couple of minutes. We stopped at the pond. I could hear some frogs squeaking. It wasn't a cloudy night and the moon was beautifully reflected in the water.

Anthony really seemed to relax here. "Do you come here often?" I asked as I pulled him down with me on the grass. He gave me a quick nod. I smiled in return. "It's really nice here. I didn't know you were into sentiment.." I joked as I lay down on the grass. For a moment he glared at me but I knew he wasn't serious. I could see it in his eyes.

We both stayed there, looking at the sky. "I wa..want to be for..forgiven." Anthony suddenly rasped out. "What?" I asked looking at him. "I want t..to..be forgiven." He stuttered. He was asking me for forgiveness? I hadn't seen that one coming. Assassins didn't feel sorry for killing, sometimes innocent and good people. He tried to kill us, more than once. He had been hired to do it, though. And yet I cared deeply for this man. And now he wanted me to forgive his actions. I could see his discomfort so I snuggled closer to him. I wasn't sure if I could really do it. So much has happened. "I'll try." I saw a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth and he nodded. For now it just had to be enough. I lay back down and he followed my lead. I snuggled into his embrace and we watched the stars play across the moonlit sky. No one could take this moment away from us. No one.

Anthony..

I remember wandering the streets of LA almost every night. Looking for some peace and time alone. A way out. An escape from the busy streets of my mind. Away from all the violence. The killing. But this time I wasn't alone. Dylan was right here by my side. Like an Angel of the night. What more could I wish for? It was certainly more than I ever hoped to get. We decided to go to Central Park. Actually I went there a lot. Mostly after midnight, when there weren't any people around. I am quite used to being alone. I didn't have friends back at the Orphanage either. Not that I made a lot of effort to change that. But at the time I didn't really care. My place wasn't at the Orphanage, though the nuns had been very kind. It was with my parents at the circus. Why had they been taken away from me? A question to remain unanswered. I noticed that Dylan was being awfully quiet. I took her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. I hoped that she wasn't angry with me for some reason, not that I did anything wrong, not at the moment anyway."Sorry. I was just thinking. Nothing important." Dylan softly said. I wasn't sure if I wanted to believe her. I had this feeling that something was bothering her. But I decided not to press her any further so I just nodded.

After walking for ten minutes we arrived at Central Park. Dylan pulled me along to sit on one of the benches. The one she had picked out was partially shaded by a large tree. I wanted to make some sort of conversation but I didn't know how to start. It was making me slightly nervous. I fumbled with my cane for a few seconds before laying it aside. I couldn't remember a single moment when I didn't carry it with me. I wouldn't dare to leave it behind. It looked like an ordinary cane, but appearance could be deceiving. My weapon of choice, a rapier, was safely tucked inside. It wasn't the most ordinary weapon but I never really liked guns. Too simple. But if I had to use one, I would pick a German Luger. Classic, I know.

Being an assassin. I have to watch my back almost every time. It's probably enough to drive a man insane. But I learned to live with it. I tried to loosen up a bit and gave Dylan a playful nudge. She seemed a little distracted. She turned to look at me with those gorgeous green eyes of hers. But they were soon filled with tears. The sight of her crying made my heart ache. Why was she sad? Wasn't she happy to be here? It was probably because of me.. I never wanted to make her cry. But who am I fooling. She's here with someone who she isn't supposed to be with. The past always mattered. I shouldn't have forgotten that. But I didn't want to give her up yet. If I had to fight for it, I would. In spite of mistakes, in spite of destruction, I knew she was worth it.

"It's nothing.." She said wiping her tears away. "I'm just so glad you're here with me." I wouldn't want to be anywhere else Dylan.. I put my arm around her waist and pulled her closer. I put my face into her soft voluminous hair, smelling her exciting fragrance. I was surprised that I hadn't pulled any hair out yet, it was very hard to control myself. Now wasn't the time either. I would have to wait. Feeling her warm body against mine made my desires rise to the surface. But more importantly, I so wanted to let her know that everything would be ok. No, I wanted to tell her. I had wanted to earlier tonight. I wasn't feeling completely ready to give it another go. But I had to. I knew it would mean a lot to her and I wanted to make her smile again. To let her know how much she means to me.

"My Ang..Angel..Do not wor..worry." God, it felt strange to hear my own voice. I had almost forgotten how it sounded like. Dylan looked shocked but then she laughed and threw her arms around me. At first I was a little stunned by her outburst, but it felt good to hear her laughing. When she pulled back, she had this goofy look plastered on her face. "You spoke!" She exclaimed. She seemed really pleased that I had just spoken to her. It was quite a privilege too. She is the first person who has heard me speak since I was only a 7 year old boy. I smiled at her to let her know I felt the same way. I couldn't control myself, seeing her beautiful face lit up like that just made me want to kiss her senseless. She started to say something but I didn't pay any attention as I quickly closed the gap between us and kissed her. She obviously didn't mind as she returned the kiss. After awhile our lips lost contact but our eyes didn't. "Anthony. I don't want to lose you.. Not after this." My Angel finally said. I didn't want to lose her either. She was the one positive thing in my dreadful existence, in my empty and lonely life. I can't let her go. I knew I wasn't perfect. I probably never would be. But I cared for her, I .. Loved her..

"You won't.." I assured her. She seemed less worried than before. The night was coming to an end. We were both well aware of that. Earlier tonight we hadn't exactly paid much thought to it. We were too caught up in each other to think straight. But now as the hours had passed, I think we both began to realise the situation we were in. A painful realisation. Then I got an idea. I would show her one of my favourite places. At the Park, I liked to sit by the Pond. The Orphanage also had a small one, stacked full with tiny gold fish.

I gently grabbed her hand and stood up. I tugged at it, indicating that I wanted her to follow me. "All right." Dylan said as she got up and started to follow me. We held hands all the way up to the pond. It was as if we were a real couple. Were we? It was Dylan who brought me out of my thoughts. "Do you come here often?" She asked me as she pulled me down on the grass. I simply nodded. She smiled at me and I watched her lay down onto the soft grass. "It's really nice here. I didn't know you were into sentiment.." Bit of an odd question, I thought. Killers weren't supposed to be sentimental but if I thought about it, this was quite a romantic place. I tried to glare at her but I failed miserably. So what if I had a romantic streak? I just never got the chance to explore that particular part of me. But now with Dylan, Maybe I could after all.

Even after the events of tonight, it still surprised me that someone like her would want to be with someone like me.. It goes against any logical reasoning. Love was something quite unexplainable. I was like that song. "A crazy little thing called love." It certainly made you do some crazy stuff. I wasn't sure if I could ever make up for the times i've hurt her. Could she ever forgive me? I needed to know. I opened my mouth to speak but I quickly closed it again. This was harder than I thought. Come on. You can do it. I tried again. "I wa..want to be for..forgiven." "What?" I could hear the surprise in her voice. Maybe I shouldn't have said it. I sighed. A little too late now. "I want..t..to..be forgiven." I said again. I felt incredibly stupid.. Stupid.. Stupid.. Stupid.. What was I thinking? It wasn't my place to ask for any of this. I immediately regret it as Dylan sat there completely silent. For a moment I thought about leaving, but then she moved closer to me and said. "I'll try." Inwardly I yelped with joy. She wasn't mad at me. I slowly nodded at her. I knew she needed some time to digest all of this. Hell, I think I needed it more. I was never really good at expressing my feelings. I mostly shut down any kind of emotion. It made the killing a lot easier. The fact that she is willing to try and forgive me is more than I could ever hope for. And maybe more than I will ever get. As I lay down she snuggled into my arms. Neither of us spoke a single word as we watched the sky in a comfortable silence. For the first time since years I prayed, that this wouldn't be our only night together. I hoped that He would listen.

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