Collins walked through the front door of the apartment to find the living room completely vacant. He put his coat upon the peg and began to go in search of his Angel. Fear swept over him as he poked his head into every room until he finally found her sitting on the bed, looking out the window.

"Angel? What's wrong?"

"Nothing," she said, not turning away from him, "Just a bad day."

"I'm sorry," Collins sat down next to her, "What happened?"

"I don't want to talk about it," she said, not taking her eyes off of the window.

"Alright," Collins didn't really know what else to say, "Well, can you at least just look at me?"

"Mm-mm," Angel shook her head.

"Come on, baby," Collins coaxed, "I've had a hard day too and I really want to see those beautiful eyes of yours."

Angel turned around, crossing her arms over her chest, and pouting.

"There they are," Collins smiled, wiping her cheek gently with his thumb, "My beautiful Angel."

"Flattery will get you nowhere."

"You really are in a bad mood."

Angel didn't say anything.

"I've had a bad day too," Collins tried again, "And the only thing that'd make it better is to have my Angel give me a smile. Won't you please smile? For me?"

"Mm-mm," Angel shook her head stubbornly.



Collins smirked, "Well then, if you aren't going to smile, I'll just have to make you."

Angel's eyes widened but she still didn't say anything. Collins finger moved towards her side and gave her a gentle poke. She squeaked.

"Uh-oh," Collins grinned, "Sounds like we got a mouse in here."

"Shut up," Angel said, sourly.

"Fine," Collins' grin grew wider as he poked her again, exciting another yelp. Angel jumped a little as he continued to poke at her sides.

"Collins," she objected.

"What? I just want my Angel to give me a smile."

He wrapped his arms around her, grabbing her and pulling her into his lap, and began to tickle her sides harder and harder exciting giggles and screams.

"Collins!" Angel laughed, "C-C-ollins stop…stop…no!"

"Wait a second," he teased, "I think I see it. Is that a smile?"

"Yes!" Angel shouted.

"No, I think I'm seeing things."

"It's a sm-hahaha-ile-hahah!"

"Really?" Collins asked, "Better be sure," he began to tickle her harder until she was shaking with giggles. Finally, he stopped, letting her catch her breath. Angel was panting, out of breath, but smiling.

"You're beautiful when you smile," Collins pressed his nose against hers, "No one has a smile like yours."

"You're evil, Thomas Collins," Angel couldn't help but smile.

"But you still love me, right?"


Collins began to tickle her again.

"Okay!" She shouted, "Okay! I love you!"

"I love you too," Collins said, pulling her head to his chest.

"But you're still going to pay for that little charade," an evil smirk coiled around Angel's lips.


"What's wrong, baby? I've had a bad day and a smile from my Collins would make it all better."

"I'm smiling, see?"

"Hmm…better be sure," Angel grinned, "Right, Professor?"