Touch of an Angel

It's my first Real-People Fic. Be kind an R&R, please !

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TOUCH OF AN ANGEL

Chapter 1 : The Fallen and the Angel.

Pairing : Sen Bean / OFC
Rating : R ( but not in this chapter ... thet aren't sluts, you know ! lol )

Warning : Nothing for now.
Disclamer : I've never met Sean Bean. Nothing's real.

Chapter Summary : It was the worst of their life ... or was it ?

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It was the worst day of her entire life. She had been fired, dumped, and her cousin had chosen this precise day to throw her out of her flat.

And here she was, in the front of her best friend's door, banging and yelling like a banshee.

" Jake ... Jake ! In the name of all that is holy, open the fuckin' door ! "

" He's not here. "

She froze and turned to the next door. Jake's neighbour - Miss Nawris ... or was it Norris ... - had poked her long nose out.

" What ? "

The old lady glared at her and she tried once more.

" I mean : can you repeat please, Ma'am ? "

She raised an eyebrow but seemed satisfied by her obsequious tone.

" He's not here. He left this morning ... with this friend of his ... "

She had to clench her teeth to suppress a grin ... ' this friend of his ' ... such a sly way to describe Jake's lover ... but she wasn't surprised. The old frog wasn't the sort to approve this kind of relationship. What a shame, really !

David was so nice and sweet. Always taking Jake to the finest restaurants and the most beautiful places in the world ... and it hit her.

Paris ... David had taken Jake to Paris for the week-end ... She explosed.

" Perfect ... it's just - perfect - !! And what am I supposed to do now ? Where will I sleep, for fuck sake ! "

Ignoring the outraged exclamation of the old Bible basher, she raised her rucksack to her shoulder and headed to the stairs. Best to hurry if she wanted to find a room before the night.

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This was the worst day of his life ... well, maybe not the worst, but it was at least number 3 on his bad-day list.

His housekeeper had resigned, Molly had caught a cold in the park, and now his agent was telling him that he hadn't get the part. They had given the leading role to another actor ... a younger one ...

He slammed the door and stormed to the stairs.

Fuck ! He wasn't - that - old ! He wasn't 40 yet ! And he was a good actor ! Far better than the smoothie they had picked, that was for sure ! Those bloody bastards !

He was so caught up in his temper that he didn't notice the thin form kneeling on one of the steps ... and bumped into it.

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Darkness ... there was only darkness ... and pain. Her body hurt. But the worst was her head. As if she banged her head on a wall ...

She tried to move but her ears rang and she moaned in pain.

" Don't move. You're hurt. "

A voice ... a man's voice. It was rough but deep, and she decided that she liked it. She tried to open her eyes but failed.

" Behave, kid ... "

Kid ... - kid - ! She was no kid ! Not anymore ! She was nearly 18, for Christ sake ! And she was about to inform the brat of that when she felt a welcome coolness on her skin. It was soothing and she relaxed.

Her right hand went automatically to her forehead where it found a wet cloth. She sighed. It felt great.

" How do you feel ? "

The voice seemed wary and she searched for words to reassure him.

" Fine, just ... dizzy ... "

Her voice sounded weak to her own ears and she shook her head to clear it, only managing to revive the pain.

" ... aww ... "

" Sh ... it's alright ... "

The voice was soft and she felt a hand covering her own. The hand was big and hot ... so hot it burned her skin ...

" Do you want me to take you to the hospital ? "

She opened her eyes to answer but found herself lost in an ocean of green ...

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He sighed. The poor kid was hurting and it was his fault. If he hadn't been so focused on his thoughts, he'd have seen her and she'd not have fallen in the stairs ... so now her welfare was left to him.

" Sh .. it's alright ... "

He covered her hand with his own to reassure her. She looked so young and frail. How old was she ? It was hard to tell ... more than 14 but definitely less than 20. Her hand was so small and cool ... maybe too cool ...

He frowned.

" Do you want me to take you to the hospital ? "

Her mouth opened, shortly followed by her eyes, but she said nothing. She just stared at him. And he stared back.

Her eyes were dark, almost black. In a strange way, she seemed older with her eyes open. More mature. And he thought he could marvel at them for hours ...

But now wasn't the time. She was hurt and, worst of all, she seemed lost, staring at him without a word ...

" Kid ? Are you alright ? "

She blinked and her lips curved into a small smile ...

Great .. now he was going to have to deal with another one of those Sharpe-maniac ...

" Are you an angel ? "

It was his turn to blink.

" Wh-what ? "

He hadn't expect that one ... Her smile deepened.

" I said : Are you an angel ? "

Was she kidding ? Mocking him ? Or had she bang her head harder than he had thought ?

" I am no angel. "

" Oh ... " She sounded ... - disapointed - ?

" 'Guess it means I'm still alive ... "

She sighed. He frowned.

" Why, yes ! "

" Thank God for this one little kindness ... "

She chuckled then hissed, closing her eyes. He squeezed her hand.

" Hey, kid ... "

" I'm fine, it's just ... all that ringing in my ears ... I feel like a wedding bell ... "

He couldn't help but chuckled.

" Well .. at least my unbearable pain seems to amuse you ... "

" Sorry. "

She opened her eyes and smiled softly.

" Don't be. "

Her smile was warm and sweet ...

" So ... are you going to tell me what happened ? "

" You fell. In the stairs. "

" Great ... I have to be cursed ... "

" It's not so bad ! You didn't break a bone ! "

She glared at him.

" You say ! First my boss fires me, then my boyfriend says it's over 'cause he fell for that damn punky, my dear cousin throws me out and now I'm short of killing myself ! It's just fuckin' perfect ! "

" Could be worse ... "

She raised an eyebrow.

" You could have been bumped by an old perv ! "

Her eyes went wide.

" Bumped ? "

He sighed.

" Yes ... it was my fault ... I didn't see you sitting on the step ... "

" I was searching my cellphone to call a cab ... in the middle of the stairs ... not very clever of me ... so it was my fault, not yours. "

" No, it's mine. "

" No, mine ! "

" Mine ! "

" MINE ! "

He couldn't suppress a sly smile.

" OK, it's yours ... "

" Yes, it's you- Hey ! You're not tricking me ! It was MY fault ! I shouln't be sitting in the stairs ! "

He shook his head.

" What a pig-headed ! "

" Fuck yourself ! "

She turned her head to the celling and pouted. He fought hard to repress a chuckle.

" Look ... let's say it was - our - fault, OK ? And since you're hurt and I've a car ... well ... seems you got your cab, kid ! Deal ? "

She glanced at him.

" On one condition ... "

He raised an eyebrow.

" It's Kit. Not 'kid '. "

He smiled.

" 'Kay. And the name's Sean. "

She smiled back.

" You've got a deal, Sean. "

TBC