...Mightier Than the Sword
A Fan Fiction Archive

by Megan Marie Irvin

Rated G.
Disclaimer: F/X:The series does not belong to any of these authors. All rights belong to Rysher Entertainment, Winterset Productions, as well as any other that can't be remembered right this minute.

I'd like to thank Peggy for agreeing to beta-read this story. Thanks!

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Chapter One

Before entering the FX shop, Angie pulled her make-up mirror from her purse, and checked the cover-up job she did on her face to conceal a good batch of bruises.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she saw her reflection in the mirror. There were still faint signs of bruises, that could only be seen in the light.

Three weeks ago life was as perfect as it could be expected.

The current movie she and Rollie were working on was going good. For the first time in a long time it looked like the movie would be completed without any interruptions from the NYPD.

And Angie had met a wonderful man; at least he started off charming and wonderful.

Daniel Peterson, an old friend of Rollie's. Rollie and Daniel weren't the best of friends. Hadn't see in each other in years. Rollie met Daniel when he was a stunt man. They both worked on a few movies together.

Things were perfect between Angie and Daniel the first two weeks. They hit it off perfectly. Went out a couple times, then started dating steadily.

Earlier that week things changed. Daniel started becoming possessive and verbally and now physically abusive.

Daniel would explode at the littlest of things. He'd start yelling for no reason. He would get mad at Angie for being late. Even if it was just a minute or two late.

The previous night was the worse. Angie had stayed late at the shop working on a new program, canceling a date with Daniel. When she got home he was there waiting for her. He yelled. When Angie threatened to call the cops if he didn't leave, he threw the phone she was holding, it braking instantly. Daniel then hit her, and left. Just like that. Didn't say anything. Just hit her, then walked out the door.

Angie caught the tears before they fell, and ruined her make-up job. Putting the mirror away, and hoping Rollie wouldn't see the bruises, Angie entered the shop.

Rollie came down stairs, just out of the shower, as Angie walked into the building.

"Good morning, love." He called out, as he went to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee.

"Hi Rol," She replied, avoiding eye contact with the man.

"Want some coffee?" Rollie asked, as he watched Angie walk to her workstation and sit down in front of her computer.

"No, thanks." she replied, not moving her gaze from the computer.

"Okay." He said looking at her. Something wasn't right. She looked nervous, and almost scared.

Angie could feel Rollie watching her. Oh, please, don't let him see the bruises, she silently prayed.

"Angie, is something wrong?" Rollie asked sitting down next to her.

"No." She said trying to keep her voice steady. "Why?"

"I don't know. You just look nervous. Are you sure everything's okay?" He asked again, concerned.

Angie started nodding her head yes. She didn't want to tell him the truth. She wanted to handle this on her own. She didn't need Rollie protecting her all the time. Looking up into his big brown eyes, that were pleading for her to tell him the truth, she decided she couldn't lie to him. Her yes turned into a no, and she started crying.

Rollie pulled her closer to him and held the crying woman, absolutely confused as to what was going on. He tried to calm her down but that didn't work, she just started crying harder.

Ten minutes later, after Angie's crying had subdued some, Rollie pulled her away and asked, "Angie, what happened?"

He didn't have to wait for an answer as to what happened. One look at her tear stained face and Rollie knew. The tears had washed away most of the make-up covering the bruises. The only thing that came out of his mouth was a muttered 'bloody hell' under his breath.

End Chapter One

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