Fic: What Might Have Been
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serafina20Title What Might Have Been
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serafina20
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Pam/Mahone/Michael (eventually)
Summary: How might things have gone if Pam and Alexander had never broken up?
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Dinner was a quiet affair. Very quiet. The clink of silver wear on plates. Soft, polite queries for butter and bread and salt. Pleases, thank-yous. Not much else.
At first I thought Michael might be angry. Or embarrassed. Or both. With another man, I'd be afraid of violence, but Michael didn't seem the type. Ironically.
But, mostly, Michael seemed thoughtful. Withdrawn and lost in his thoughts. Well, thoughtful and hungry. He didn't lost his impeccable manners, but the boy could put away food. He'd already had salad, four thick slices of bread, and three plates of pasta and was working on his fourth. Which was good, because he was too thin.
Of course, I couldn't help but think about how awful prison food must be. And how little he'd eaten since he was incarcerated. Which led me also to think about the showers, and how they were timed and probably not hot and full of danger. No wonder he'd been in the shower forever. Then, I started thinking about the bed. The small, narrow cots and how thin the mattresses must be. The single pillow, completely flat.
I better make sure his bed is comfortable tonight. Maybe give him all the spare pillows.
And then, because I am a complete and utter pervert, I couldn't help think how it must have been a long time since Michael had sex. And how Alex and I could help him with that.
I needed helped.
"Um, Michael?" I finally said, breaking the silence. "Do you want something else to drink? You've barely touched your wine."
Michael looked up, fork halfway to his mouth. "Oh." He set the fork back down and picked up his wine glass. "No, it's fine." He took a sip.
I exchanged glances with Alex, who shrugged.
"Our feelings won't be hurt," said Alex. He was drinking iced tea, avoiding alcohol in deference to his medication. "You can have anything you like."
He hesitated, and then set his wine glass down. "I'll have some tea, too, thanks." Then, apologetically, he added, "It's very good wine, but I have a low tolerance for alcohol. I just don't want any in my system right now."
"It's fine, Michael," Alex said as he rose. He put his hand on the back of Michael's chair. Leaned over so he could pick up the wine glass.
As he did, Michael looked up.
I watched as their eyes meet. The look heat. Michael's cheeks flushed and he lowered his eyes.
Alex smirked at me when he left.
"You know, he's usually not like this," I said, rolling my eyes. "I think he's feeling reckless right now, because of everything going on."
"Oh?" He wouldn't look at me.
"Fourteen years he's been completely faithful," I said.
"Except when he brought those people home," Michael said. At my blank look, "The woman? And then the man? And slept with them to make you leave him?"
Alex entered the room with Michael's tea. "I never actually slept with them," he said, setting the tea down. "Intended to, but couldn't go through with it." He sat back in his seat. "Besides, that shouldn't count. I was trying to do what was best."
Michael raised an eyebrow. "By cheating on your wife?"
"Pam is a stubborn woman," he said, smiling. He took my hand and squeezed it. "She wouldn't do what was best for her."
"Divorce was not what was best for me."
"I would have hurt you."
"Never." I wasn't joking.
Alex didn't answer. Just lowered his head, conceding the point.
I turned back to Michael. "I'm sorry if we're making you uncomfortable. I know that, right now, the last thing you need is any complications. Everything is already so complicated enough."
His mouth hooked in a half smile. "Now that's the understatement of the century." He laughed. Pressed his fingers into shut eyes and rubbed them in small circles. "I never thought any of this would be easy, but so much of it is so much more complicated than it needs to be."
"I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault!" Michael exclaimed. His hand came down. Slammed against the table. "I'm the one who came here. I'm the one who got myself thrown in jail. I'm the one who wasn't smart enough to figure out how to get a murdering pedophile from finding out about the escape plan. The pedophile and half of fucking Fox River," he added with a bitter laugh. "Because of me, Sara's in a coma. Because of me, there are two killers on the loose, and one is more insane than the next. Because of me..." His voice caught. Lower jaw trembled. But he forged on with, "Because of me, you're being blackmailed and now your life is in danger." Michael raised bright eyes to meet mine. "I put your life in danger, almost seduced your husband, and *you're* sorry?"
I looked at Alex, unsure of what to do. I'd been so ineffective when Alex had started his downward spiral, and he was my soulmate. What was I supposed to do for this one?
Alex pulled his seat closer to Michel. Commanded his attention.
"Michael," he said, voice low. "I know you're sorry you put her in danger, but I'm glad you came. Because I forgot myself. Let myself get too short sighted."
Michael shook his head. "You said it yourself. Your job is your life."
"Pam is my life," he said. "The job just gave me something else to believe in. I had a rough life growing up. Didn't have much faith in the world. In anything. Being a part of something that I felt made the world a better place helped to ground. Gave me something to work for. To believe in. But this conspiracy.... The fact I ever agreed to do what they wanted tells me that maybe it's time to find something new."
"Alex..."
"Michael."
Michael checked whatever he'd been planning to say. Instead, he took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "If someone had put my family in danger, I'd have a hard time forgiving them."
Alex raised an eyebrow. "I put your nephew in prison. I shot your brother. I've been hunting you with the intent to kill you."
"Well. Yeah, but... you have the law on your side."
I laughed. "Michael, you really are a strange one. I've never heard of a convict who excused their pursuer no matter what reason."
"Once upon a time, I used to be a law abiding man," he told me. "A good man."
"I don't think that's changed." I looked at him across the table, meeting eyes that held the doubts of the world in their depths.
"This whole time," he said, "I've been justifying what I did. Every move, every sacrifice. Every person who got hurt, I justified by saying that I had to do it. That I had to save my brother, and that made everything else okay. But now I have to wonder, if I believe that, how am I any different from the people who framed Linc?"
"You feel bad for what you did," I said. "That's the difference."
"Yeah, but." He sighed and shifted in his seat. "But I don't think I'd do anything different."
"You wouldn't do *anything* different?" Alex said, an ironic tone to his voice.
Michael blushed. Ducked his head. Smiled. "Well. I'd do a lot different, I guess. I had this image of how it was all supposed to go, but it never worked. I was overconfident. Things were easier once I... I stopped thinking I was so much better than everyone else." He gave a breathless sort of laugh. "Funny, because my psychologist always said one of my main problems is I have low self-esteem."
"If a structural engineer with a genius IQ doesn't think he's better than a murderer, then there's something more wrong than just low self-esteem," said Alex.
"I guess." He rubbed his forehead. "I let myself get cocky. Thought I could control everything, and everything got so..." He shook his head. "Yeah, I'd do things different. But the end result would be the same. Because while I'm sorry about all the things that went wrong, and all the morally questionable things I had to do, I'm not sorry that, because of them, my brother is now free."
"Relatively speaking," said Alex.
"Well, yes," Michael agreed.
"As to being like those in on the conspiracy, you're not like them. You would never kill an innocent person," Alex said. "You don't have it in you."
"But I released killers on the world."
"Just two. Well, three, but I really don't think Patoshik is that much of a danger. Abruzzi is dead. As for Bagwell, I wouldn't worry too much about him. Men like him inevitably get caught. They can't change their ways. Can't lie low." Alex shook his head and leaned back. His eyes were far away. "He'll do his best, at first, but he's a psychopath. He'll find someone--woman, child, his pattern seems to change--get comfortable and then, eventually, kill again."
I reached for Michael's hand and took it. Squeezed it until I drew his stricken gaze from Alex to myself. "You'll have to forgive my husband," I said, voice dry. "He has a brilliant mind, but he's not so good with people. He is trying to comfort you."
I got a beautiful little smile from him. "I actually knew that. Didn't help, but, uh, I appreciate the effort." He rubbed his thumb over my knuckles. "You two are really inconveniencing yourselves on my behalf. I don't understand."
"We're in this together now," I said.
"I'm not happy about that." Michael sighed. "I'm tired of people being in trouble because of me."
"And now we're back on old territory once again," said Alex. "We've already discussed this. Pam knows, she's in just as much danger as the rest of us, and she'd rather be in it than not. The question is, what are we going to do now?"
Michael released my hand. Took another piece of bread and began tearing it into small pieces. "I don't know. Originally my plan was to meet up with Sara tomorrow, but that won't happen now. And after that, I'm supposed to meet Lincoln."
"Where is your brother?" asked Alex.
"Getting LJ."
Alex rolled his eyes. "Never mind that LJ's release is a trap?"
"Lincoln was the one who decided we should to break LJ out of the courthouse," Michael said.
Alex just nodded and rolled his eyes again.
"So, if Lincoln isn't caught, I'm meeting him and LJ in two days. And that's where things get... sticky."
"Sticky why?" I asked.
Annoyance crossed over his face. "Because I was supposed to trade a three thousand ampoules of nitroglycerin for a plane ride out of here, but that's not going to happen."
Alex shook his head. Smiled. "I'm not ever going to feel bad about that, no matter how much you pout and bat your pretty eyes at me. There was enough in that box to take out an entire building. Now knowing you planned to hand it over to some thugs? I'm very glad we confiscated that box." He touched the back of Michael's wrist. "When I thought it was for your use, I felt a little better about it. I thought you'd, I don't know. Use it to blow a part of the border free or make a transporter or something."
"I'm not the Professor."
"I was thinking more of MacGyver, but the Professor's good."
They exchanged a smile. Warm and electric.
"What are you going to do now that you don't have anything to trade for your ride?" I asked.
Michael shrugged. "I'm not sure. I was thinking about trying to fool them? Fishing oil comes in something like the ampoules the nitroglycerine did."
"So, you're going to ignore what's going on here?" asked Alex.
"I don't know what to do about it. I can't take on a whole conspiracy. It's not what I set out to do. I just want to get my brother to safety."
"And what about what he wants?"
Michael blinked. "He wants the same thing."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes." But there was no conviction behind Michael's words.
Alex leaned forward. "I don't know you brother, but I know men like him. Innocent men, wrongly convicted. Are you sure he wouldn't want a chance to clear his name?"
I wanted to shake Alex. Couldn't he see that Michael was overwhelmed as it was? Exhausted? He didn't need this.
"He won't be able to without me. And I don't even know where to begin."
"Lucky you now have someone on the inside, isn't it?" Alex leaned close to Michael, moving his chair until their legs touched. "I wouldn't mind bringing them down. Or, at least, giving them some trouble. But just like it's too big for you, it's too big for me. Together, though we might have enough."
Michael's eyes fell shut. He swayed in towards Alex. Forehead's inches from Alex's, he whispered, "I'm just so tired. I want to be done with it all. Run away."
"It may turn out that's what we have to do." As if he couldn't resist, Alex lifted his hand to Michael's face. Traced it over the sculpted jaw to the full lips. "We might sit and hash it out. Sift through every bit of information and realize it's just not feasible. And we leave. But meeting your brother in two days with a bunch of fish oil to trade? It's not going to work, Michael. Not unless there's some miracle to help you at the last second. You're dealing with criminals. They are not stupid. They are not going to be fooled."
"So what should I do?" Michael asked, opening his eyes. "That plane is supposed to take us out of the country. If we're not on it, then we're done."
"No," said Alex. "No, you're not done. You come here. Bring your brother and LJ. If it comes to it, I'll get you out of the country." And then Alex leaned in and kissed Michael lightly. "We'll all get out of the country."
Michael let out a shaky breath. His hands moved to Alex's arms and he held on. Fingers dug, wrinkling Alex's shirt sleeves. "What are you doing to me?" he whispered.
"I'm sorry." But Alex didn't sound very sorry. He tilted his head. Stroked Michael's hair.
He looked so tired. So lost.
I rose from my chair and walked around the table to where they were. Carefully, as if approaching a wild animal, I sank into the chair behind Michael. Put my arms around his torso. Leaned my chin against back. "We don't mean to complicate things for you, Michael."
"I am the one who walked through that door," he said with a silent laugh. He slid one arm over mine. Interlaced our fingers. "But I have to admit, this was not a complication I was expecting."
Alex moved even closer. One arm around Michael, one resting on my leg. "I don't think this complication is something any one could have seen." His hand teased underneath the hem of Michael's shirt. Fingers stroked inked skin. "Unless you put it in here somewhere?"
Michael's laughter was a beautiful thing.
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serafina20Rating: Mature
Pairing: Pam/Mahone/Michael (eventually)
Summary: How might things have gone if Pam and Alexander had never broken up?
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Dinner was a quiet affair. Very quiet. The clink of silver wear on plates. Soft, polite queries for butter and bread and salt. Pleases, thank-yous. Not much else.
At first I thought Michael might be angry. Or embarrassed. Or both. With another man, I'd be afraid of violence, but Michael didn't seem the type. Ironically.
But, mostly, Michael seemed thoughtful. Withdrawn and lost in his thoughts. Well, thoughtful and hungry. He didn't lost his impeccable manners, but the boy could put away food. He'd already had salad, four thick slices of bread, and three plates of pasta and was working on his fourth. Which was good, because he was too thin.
Of course, I couldn't help but think about how awful prison food must be. And how little he'd eaten since he was incarcerated. Which led me also to think about the showers, and how they were timed and probably not hot and full of danger. No wonder he'd been in the shower forever. Then, I started thinking about the bed. The small, narrow cots and how thin the mattresses must be. The single pillow, completely flat.
I better make sure his bed is comfortable tonight. Maybe give him all the spare pillows.
And then, because I am a complete and utter pervert, I couldn't help think how it must have been a long time since Michael had sex. And how Alex and I could help him with that.
I needed helped.
"Um, Michael?" I finally said, breaking the silence. "Do you want something else to drink? You've barely touched your wine."
Michael looked up, fork halfway to his mouth. "Oh." He set the fork back down and picked up his wine glass. "No, it's fine." He took a sip.
I exchanged glances with Alex, who shrugged.
"Our feelings won't be hurt," said Alex. He was drinking iced tea, avoiding alcohol in deference to his medication. "You can have anything you like."
He hesitated, and then set his wine glass down. "I'll have some tea, too, thanks." Then, apologetically, he added, "It's very good wine, but I have a low tolerance for alcohol. I just don't want any in my system right now."
"It's fine, Michael," Alex said as he rose. He put his hand on the back of Michael's chair. Leaned over so he could pick up the wine glass.
As he did, Michael looked up.
I watched as their eyes meet. The look heat. Michael's cheeks flushed and he lowered his eyes.
Alex smirked at me when he left.
"You know, he's usually not like this," I said, rolling my eyes. "I think he's feeling reckless right now, because of everything going on."
"Oh?" He wouldn't look at me.
"Fourteen years he's been completely faithful," I said.
"Except when he brought those people home," Michael said. At my blank look, "The woman? And then the man? And slept with them to make you leave him?"
Alex entered the room with Michael's tea. "I never actually slept with them," he said, setting the tea down. "Intended to, but couldn't go through with it." He sat back in his seat. "Besides, that shouldn't count. I was trying to do what was best."
Michael raised an eyebrow. "By cheating on your wife?"
"Pam is a stubborn woman," he said, smiling. He took my hand and squeezed it. "She wouldn't do what was best for her."
"Divorce was not what was best for me."
"I would have hurt you."
"Never." I wasn't joking.
Alex didn't answer. Just lowered his head, conceding the point.
I turned back to Michael. "I'm sorry if we're making you uncomfortable. I know that, right now, the last thing you need is any complications. Everything is already so complicated enough."
His mouth hooked in a half smile. "Now that's the understatement of the century." He laughed. Pressed his fingers into shut eyes and rubbed them in small circles. "I never thought any of this would be easy, but so much of it is so much more complicated than it needs to be."
"I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault!" Michael exclaimed. His hand came down. Slammed against the table. "I'm the one who came here. I'm the one who got myself thrown in jail. I'm the one who wasn't smart enough to figure out how to get a murdering pedophile from finding out about the escape plan. The pedophile and half of fucking Fox River," he added with a bitter laugh. "Because of me, Sara's in a coma. Because of me, there are two killers on the loose, and one is more insane than the next. Because of me..." His voice caught. Lower jaw trembled. But he forged on with, "Because of me, you're being blackmailed and now your life is in danger." Michael raised bright eyes to meet mine. "I put your life in danger, almost seduced your husband, and *you're* sorry?"
I looked at Alex, unsure of what to do. I'd been so ineffective when Alex had started his downward spiral, and he was my soulmate. What was I supposed to do for this one?
Alex pulled his seat closer to Michel. Commanded his attention.
"Michael," he said, voice low. "I know you're sorry you put her in danger, but I'm glad you came. Because I forgot myself. Let myself get too short sighted."
Michael shook his head. "You said it yourself. Your job is your life."
"Pam is my life," he said. "The job just gave me something else to believe in. I had a rough life growing up. Didn't have much faith in the world. In anything. Being a part of something that I felt made the world a better place helped to ground. Gave me something to work for. To believe in. But this conspiracy.... The fact I ever agreed to do what they wanted tells me that maybe it's time to find something new."
"Alex..."
"Michael."
Michael checked whatever he'd been planning to say. Instead, he took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "If someone had put my family in danger, I'd have a hard time forgiving them."
Alex raised an eyebrow. "I put your nephew in prison. I shot your brother. I've been hunting you with the intent to kill you."
"Well. Yeah, but... you have the law on your side."
I laughed. "Michael, you really are a strange one. I've never heard of a convict who excused their pursuer no matter what reason."
"Once upon a time, I used to be a law abiding man," he told me. "A good man."
"I don't think that's changed." I looked at him across the table, meeting eyes that held the doubts of the world in their depths.
"This whole time," he said, "I've been justifying what I did. Every move, every sacrifice. Every person who got hurt, I justified by saying that I had to do it. That I had to save my brother, and that made everything else okay. But now I have to wonder, if I believe that, how am I any different from the people who framed Linc?"
"You feel bad for what you did," I said. "That's the difference."
"Yeah, but." He sighed and shifted in his seat. "But I don't think I'd do anything different."
"You wouldn't do *anything* different?" Alex said, an ironic tone to his voice.
Michael blushed. Ducked his head. Smiled. "Well. I'd do a lot different, I guess. I had this image of how it was all supposed to go, but it never worked. I was overconfident. Things were easier once I... I stopped thinking I was so much better than everyone else." He gave a breathless sort of laugh. "Funny, because my psychologist always said one of my main problems is I have low self-esteem."
"If a structural engineer with a genius IQ doesn't think he's better than a murderer, then there's something more wrong than just low self-esteem," said Alex.
"I guess." He rubbed his forehead. "I let myself get cocky. Thought I could control everything, and everything got so..." He shook his head. "Yeah, I'd do things different. But the end result would be the same. Because while I'm sorry about all the things that went wrong, and all the morally questionable things I had to do, I'm not sorry that, because of them, my brother is now free."
"Relatively speaking," said Alex.
"Well, yes," Michael agreed.
"As to being like those in on the conspiracy, you're not like them. You would never kill an innocent person," Alex said. "You don't have it in you."
"But I released killers on the world."
"Just two. Well, three, but I really don't think Patoshik is that much of a danger. Abruzzi is dead. As for Bagwell, I wouldn't worry too much about him. Men like him inevitably get caught. They can't change their ways. Can't lie low." Alex shook his head and leaned back. His eyes were far away. "He'll do his best, at first, but he's a psychopath. He'll find someone--woman, child, his pattern seems to change--get comfortable and then, eventually, kill again."
I reached for Michael's hand and took it. Squeezed it until I drew his stricken gaze from Alex to myself. "You'll have to forgive my husband," I said, voice dry. "He has a brilliant mind, but he's not so good with people. He is trying to comfort you."
I got a beautiful little smile from him. "I actually knew that. Didn't help, but, uh, I appreciate the effort." He rubbed his thumb over my knuckles. "You two are really inconveniencing yourselves on my behalf. I don't understand."
"We're in this together now," I said.
"I'm not happy about that." Michael sighed. "I'm tired of people being in trouble because of me."
"And now we're back on old territory once again," said Alex. "We've already discussed this. Pam knows, she's in just as much danger as the rest of us, and she'd rather be in it than not. The question is, what are we going to do now?"
Michael released my hand. Took another piece of bread and began tearing it into small pieces. "I don't know. Originally my plan was to meet up with Sara tomorrow, but that won't happen now. And after that, I'm supposed to meet Lincoln."
"Where is your brother?" asked Alex.
"Getting LJ."
Alex rolled his eyes. "Never mind that LJ's release is a trap?"
"Lincoln was the one who decided we should to break LJ out of the courthouse," Michael said.
Alex just nodded and rolled his eyes again.
"So, if Lincoln isn't caught, I'm meeting him and LJ in two days. And that's where things get... sticky."
"Sticky why?" I asked.
Annoyance crossed over his face. "Because I was supposed to trade a three thousand ampoules of nitroglycerin for a plane ride out of here, but that's not going to happen."
Alex shook his head. Smiled. "I'm not ever going to feel bad about that, no matter how much you pout and bat your pretty eyes at me. There was enough in that box to take out an entire building. Now knowing you planned to hand it over to some thugs? I'm very glad we confiscated that box." He touched the back of Michael's wrist. "When I thought it was for your use, I felt a little better about it. I thought you'd, I don't know. Use it to blow a part of the border free or make a transporter or something."
"I'm not the Professor."
"I was thinking more of MacGyver, but the Professor's good."
They exchanged a smile. Warm and electric.
"What are you going to do now that you don't have anything to trade for your ride?" I asked.
Michael shrugged. "I'm not sure. I was thinking about trying to fool them? Fishing oil comes in something like the ampoules the nitroglycerine did."
"So, you're going to ignore what's going on here?" asked Alex.
"I don't know what to do about it. I can't take on a whole conspiracy. It's not what I set out to do. I just want to get my brother to safety."
"And what about what he wants?"
Michael blinked. "He wants the same thing."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes." But there was no conviction behind Michael's words.
Alex leaned forward. "I don't know you brother, but I know men like him. Innocent men, wrongly convicted. Are you sure he wouldn't want a chance to clear his name?"
I wanted to shake Alex. Couldn't he see that Michael was overwhelmed as it was? Exhausted? He didn't need this.
"He won't be able to without me. And I don't even know where to begin."
"Lucky you now have someone on the inside, isn't it?" Alex leaned close to Michael, moving his chair until their legs touched. "I wouldn't mind bringing them down. Or, at least, giving them some trouble. But just like it's too big for you, it's too big for me. Together, though we might have enough."
Michael's eyes fell shut. He swayed in towards Alex. Forehead's inches from Alex's, he whispered, "I'm just so tired. I want to be done with it all. Run away."
"It may turn out that's what we have to do." As if he couldn't resist, Alex lifted his hand to Michael's face. Traced it over the sculpted jaw to the full lips. "We might sit and hash it out. Sift through every bit of information and realize it's just not feasible. And we leave. But meeting your brother in two days with a bunch of fish oil to trade? It's not going to work, Michael. Not unless there's some miracle to help you at the last second. You're dealing with criminals. They are not stupid. They are not going to be fooled."
"So what should I do?" Michael asked, opening his eyes. "That plane is supposed to take us out of the country. If we're not on it, then we're done."
"No," said Alex. "No, you're not done. You come here. Bring your brother and LJ. If it comes to it, I'll get you out of the country." And then Alex leaned in and kissed Michael lightly. "We'll all get out of the country."
Michael let out a shaky breath. His hands moved to Alex's arms and he held on. Fingers dug, wrinkling Alex's shirt sleeves. "What are you doing to me?" he whispered.
"I'm sorry." But Alex didn't sound very sorry. He tilted his head. Stroked Michael's hair.
He looked so tired. So lost.
I rose from my chair and walked around the table to where they were. Carefully, as if approaching a wild animal, I sank into the chair behind Michael. Put my arms around his torso. Leaned my chin against back. "We don't mean to complicate things for you, Michael."
"I am the one who walked through that door," he said with a silent laugh. He slid one arm over mine. Interlaced our fingers. "But I have to admit, this was not a complication I was expecting."
Alex moved even closer. One arm around Michael, one resting on my leg. "I don't think this complication is something any one could have seen." His hand teased underneath the hem of Michael's shirt. Fingers stroked inked skin. "Unless you put it in here somewhere?"
Michael's laughter was a beautiful thing.
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Date: 2006-12-07 06:48 am (UTC)I love how Alex and Pam are just taking care of Michael - he so needs a chance to lay down his burdens and be taken care of, just hugged and loved and pampered.
I love the idea of bringing everyone to the house - it seems big enough to hold Lincoln and LJ (and Papa Burrows).
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Date: 2006-12-07 08:00 am (UTC)Wrist!touching has never been quite so hot.
I love the picture of Alex rolling his eyes :)
And the ending leaves me wanting the next installment more than anything. Simple but beautiful. And hot. Can't forget hot.
"Michael let out a shaky breath. His hands moved to Alex's arms and he held on. Fingers dug, wrinkling Alex's shirt sleeves. 'What are you doing to me?' he whispered.
'I'm sorry.' But Alex didn't sound very sorry. He tilted his head. Stroked Michael's hair."
*melts into a helpless puddle of goo* And how I would *love* to be Pam.
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Date: 2006-12-07 10:48 am (UTC)As he did, Michael looked up.
I watched as their eyes meet. The look heat. Michael's cheeks flushed and he lowered his eyes.
Gosh~ I love this part! I can feel the tension as strong as what was in the elevator...*dizzy*
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Date: 2006-12-07 03:12 pm (UTC)And I loved him totally not really being sorry for having such a strong effect on Michael even though he said he was. Actually, I really love that Alex is aware of his effect and that he's comfortable with deploying it. That's very sexy. Oh, Alex. *g* Also, Pam's POV is *so much fun*. I *love* it.
Minor nits:
He didn't lost his impeccable manners, but the boy could put away food.
"He didn't lose ..."
I needed helped.
"I needed help."
I watched as their eyes meet. The look heat.
"The look heated."
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Date: 2006-12-07 10:58 pm (UTC)