Rent

Guarding Angel

By: NelleFang-Slayer

I don't own anything of Rent I just adore it a whole bunch. Jonathan Larson was a genius and he gets all credit for the story and music and Chris Columbus for the movie. And of course the actors in both the play and the movie deserve credit as well everyone did a brilliant job.

Summary: Angel was loved by his friends. He was a sweet and loving person who always tried to find the good in people. After he died everyone who loved him came to his funeral; except for the one person who he saved. No one told her, she had to find out the hard way. Emily showed up at Mark and Roger's door looking for Angel, and then the truth about his death finally came out.

Ch. 1: How We Meet

A young couple with their daughter was walking in Central Park in New York City. The little girl looked to be about seven years old and she was between her parents holding their hands. Suddenly a group of teenagers were passing by them and then stopped. The girl's father urged his family to keep moving and to ignore the teens. One of the kids ran up behind the father and pulled his shoulder back. The boy wanted money and had drawn a gun to make it happen. He had his gun on the family scaring the mother and little girl. The father handed him the money and asked him to leave his family alone. That is when everything went wrong. The other kids of the group walked up to the family right behind their pal and they demanded more money. The father pleaded with them saying he had nothing more with him and not even a wedding ring. As the girl's father was raising his hand to prove he had no ring on the boy with the gun freaked and shot him. He then turned on the family and shot at them as well. After taking the cash the group of teens ran off leaving the family to die.

The girl was crying and shaking, but she crawled over to her parents who were lying in a pool of blood. The father of the girl grabbed the girl's hand tightly. He looked into her eyes "Emily you mother and I love you very much and we will always love you." He kissed her hand and closed his eyes.

"Daddy? Mommy? Please open your eyes. Don't leave me." Emily cried not even realizing that she was bleeding too. Finally she was too tired to keep crying to her dead parents and shut her eyes.

She then woke up in a noisy hospital with a painful stomach pain. She at that moment knew she must have gotten shot too. A elder looking doctor came into the room, "You will be sore for a few weeks maybe a month or two but you will be fine." He smiled and then left the room.

Next a young looking cop around his thirties walked into the room and sat by Emily. "I know this might be hard and painful for you but I need you to tell me who attacked you and your parents. Okay Emily?" He asked. She nodded and told how they were mugged and then shot at and how her parents died in front of her eyes. She described the muggers pretty well to possibly IDed. During the explanation of everything the officer noticed the lack of emotion in the young girl. After he had gotten all the information he left to talk to her doctor. He was concerned with Emily but the doctor just said it was because of the trauma Emily went through will affect her emotion and other things and just to forget about them. The cop left with his description of the gang and what the killers who murdered a seven year olds parents and is now homeless.

Social services spoke to Emily about how since she has no other family she will have to go into foster care, but Emily wasn't paying any attention, she was somewhere else; somewhere she wish she could stay forever.

One Month and a Half Later…

Emily was at her home packing up all of her family's things. She still hasn't shown emotion about not having her parents which concerned the social worker who was helping her at the time. It took two days to pack everything into a moving truck, the service worker, Joe, drove Emily and her possessions to a storage center. "You can keep all of your parents' stuff here until you're old enough to go through it all and deal with it. No one will know about it except you and me." He gave a small smile and started unpacking the boxes out of the truck. Joe gave Emily the only key to the facility. Emily took the key and put it on a gold chain that belonged to her mother and put it around her neck.

Hey Joe, I'm going to go a walk. Is that okay?" Emily asked.

"Of course but I think you should have company." Joe replied.

Emily put her head down, "I'll do it later." She said and got back into Joe's car ready to go to the orphanage. Joe just nodded and got into the driver seat and off they went.

Emily couldn't sleep that night so she got up and out of her lonely bed. She got dressed and snuck out of the orphanage. She started walking not knowing what to do. She walked past Central Park and tears came to her eyes. Emily started to run. Where? She didn't care. Emily found a tall building and ran inside then towards the elevator. Once on the elevator she head for the roof. She found the roof and ran to the edge wanting to throw herself off. But she just stood there on the edge with tears rolling down her cheeks. She heard the door behind her open and footsteps coming towards her.

"What's the matter honey?" The person had asked in a very sweet and calming voice.

"I can't live without my parents." Emily replied.

"What happened to them, sweetie?" the person asked.

"They were killed two months ago in Central Park." Emily said.

"I'm so sorry, but to tell you the truth they aren't really gone." The voice said with a sweetly.

Emily turned around and looked at the person; it was a young man with a small smile on his face somehow this calmed Emily. "What do you mean?" she asked him.

"What I mean," he sated to walk a little closer to her, "Is, just because they are dead doesn't mean they are gone. They will always be with you in here." He pointed to his heart and smiles. He then walked even closer to the girl and Emily could now see he was a Latino with short black hair and caramel skin. "My name is Angel. What's yours?" he said.

"Emily." She replied.

"Well, Emily do you want to come off that ledge and talk to me about your parents?" Angel asked.

"Okay." Emily said and slowly got off the edge. She stopped when there was a breeze and it felt warm and Emily smile a little.

"You know I was told that someone can tell if their dead loved ones were with them through the wind blowing." Angel said.

Emily looked up at him and smiled again. "I think you were sent by my parents to stop me." She said.

"Maybe I was." Suddenly Emily was of the ledge and was running over to Angel and gave him a hug. An officer had walked through the door by this time a little confused. "Well Emily since you finally was able to say goodbye, I think we should get you home." Emily nodded then smiled at the officer.

Once they both got into the elevator Emily started to open up to Angel and told him what happened in Central Park only two months ago. For the next few weeks Angel and Emily became inseparable and close, so close they thought as each other as siblings. Angel was her big brother but she then changed that when Angel told her he was not only gay but also a cross dresser. Emily didn't care, she had a family again. Then a nice young couple offered to foster her and Emily said yes. For three years she lived with Jackson and Hannah Connolly who she thought of second parents, but of course they never wanted Emily to feel obligated to call them that. They also loved Angel hanging around and considered him or rather her as family also. They even did stuff as a family and lived under one roof. Then Jackson had an accident and couldn't support Emily anymore. Social serves decided to move Emily to a different family who live in Massachusetts far from Angel and the Connollys. Emily was only ten and she started to become depressed.

She hated the new family she had to live with because they were mean to Angel when she would come over. They were against homosexuals. Emily hated Terrance and Jillian Ralph with a passion. For eight years she lived with them. Finally January 3, 1991 came and Emily packed as mush of her things as she could and headed for Alphabet City, New York to find her sister, Angel. Her first foster parents had moved to New Jersey but still kept in touch. Emily was worried about Angel because she hadn't heard from her since October 1990. But now since she was eighteen she was going to find Angel and live with her and her bohemian family. So off Emily went to finally get her family back.

This is my first Rent FF so i hope you readers like it. Ever since i saw the movie i have become obsessed with the movie and the music. I hopethis story is to peoples liking. Hope you enjoyed it and will give me input of what you thought of it. I don't care what kind of input because it is all good tome. For those who have read my other works some of my other stories my take more time because I hit a road block and that is why i thought i should post this story. Have any questions e-mail me. Thanks for reading me blabber on. Thanks for reading and please review. :)