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Title: Can I take you home tonight? PT 3/?
Author: barrelofapen
Disclaimer: I do not own anything in relation to Kings.
Pairing: David/Michelle
Rating: PG-13
Summary: New excerpt:
"Good morning, Princess." He turned off the T.V. and turned to face her better. His eyebrow cocked as he skimmed over what she had on. "You're not wearing your own clothes."
Notes: I just realized I made a few mistakes when posting the last chapter. When Michelle awoke, the time should have been close to seven, not close to six. In addition to that, I completely overlooked making Michelle's thought distinguishable with my beloved Italicize button but that's what I get for rushing to post! This time I'll make sure it's all correct for you all :) Also, this chapter is VERY short, but I couldn't think of anywhere to go from the end without adding on A LOT of extra stuff, but I promise you the next chapter will be much happier ;)
Michelle had no idea what to say. She felt the same, had the same longings every time they were near each other, but she'd never imagined he would say this to her, was never sure of exactly how he felt about her until tonight. She opened her mouth to speak and a phone rang.
David made a noise somewhere between a growl and a sigh and picked up the cell phone sitting on the dresser. "Shepherd...Yes, she is here, I reached her at oh four hundred and brought her back to my apartment to sleep...Absolutely sir, as soon as she wakes up...Thank you, Sir." He turned back to Michelle who had forced herself into a sitting position. "It's the palace," he explained, his eyes growing a little tighter around the edges as he spoke. The very picture of professional. "We should get you home, since you're awake."
Even though she hadn't known what to tell him, she found she couldn't argue with being shipped back home. I've caused him enough grief tonight, I should let him have some semblance of peace. She felt guilty, now that she was back to her normal mindset. Guilty he'd had to retrieve her, guilty about keeping him awake, guilty about once again having to spur an advance of his. If I really want to follow my vows, why do I seemingly need him so badly? She had no answers for herself, and as she watched David grab a jacket from his closet and hand it to her, she felt her heart tug towards the want to do this everyday. Wake up with him exhausted from the previous night together, make breakfast. All the normal, supposedly boring things that people came to loathe over time, she wanted them so fiercely she had to look away from him.
The ride from David's apartment was quiet. Silent was the more appropriate word, as once David turned the key in the ignition, the only noise around them was the sounds of traffic and the city waking up. Michelle wanted to say something to make him feel better, to make up for the silence between them, for the pause she had before that damn phone call came.
They pulled up to the security checkpoint, the guards only giving David a short once over before hitting the button that raised the bar. He pulled into the circle in front of the entrance only used for the family members and pushed the gear shaft into park, not even shutting off the car. "David, about earlier-"
"You need to get inside. They're worried about you." He was upset and she had no idea what to say to him, so she nodded once and grabbed the bag of her clothes from the car floor, getting out and shutting the door just a little harder than was necessary.
Why is he mad now? She walked past the guards, hoping to not run into anyone. She couldn't bear running into her father, and especially not Jack. All he would do is smile some knowing, smug smile, as though he knew what had happened that night. Obviously, he had no clue.
Her sitting room, which connected to her large bedroom, had been straightened the night before, all of the magazines been put back into place, the upholstry meticulously cleaned, even her T.V. and other electronic remotes were staightened out on the coffee table next to her magazines. The familiarity of walking into the room calmed her, and the yellow and pink hues that the room was done in that she had chosen as a child reminded her of simpler times. Times when her Father was only her father, her brother was her best friend, and the only problems she had was not wanting to attend classes with her elder tutor.
She dropped the grocery bag on her couch, not bothering to take off David's jacket or any of the clothes he'd provided her with. Instead she made her way directly to her bedroom and jumped on top of the covers, bringing her legs to her chest and pulling David's jacket close to her mouth, taking deep breaths of the comforting scent and after a few moments, she fell asleep. Comforted by thoughts of what could have happened, had that call never come.
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Michelle woke hours later, not rising until close to noon and she found she had a terrible headache. Moving any part of her body resulted in a pain that shot straight to her head. Oh yes, this is why I don't drink. Good to have a reminder. She managed to get herself out of bed, thinking only of getting to her bathroom, which was connected to her sitting room. She opened the door to find Jack sitting on the couch, flipping the channels.
"Good morning, Princess." He turned off the T.V. and turned to face her better. His eyebrow cocked as he skimmed over what she had on. "You're not wearing your own clothes."
"You have such amazing detection skills, brother. Why don't you scamper off and solve another case." She overlooked her brother, not even bothering to stay in the same room, and went straight to the bathroom. First grabbing a brush to tame the mess her hair had become overnight.
"We're quite feisty this afternoon, aren't we? Might the princess be suffering from a hangover?"
"Among other things, yes." She finished with her hair and moved on to brushing her teeth, she was very slowly feeling a bit more human.
"I saw the pictures Father kept from getting into the paper this morning. Quite an interesting night you had there. Let's see," he pulled out a stack of papers and began reading from the first page. "'Left her handler around twenty-one hundred hours; tracked chip around city following that, entered-"
"It would be absolutely wonderful if you would just stop talking now." She put down her toothbrush and walked back out into the sitting room. She faced her brother who looked at her slightly stunned, unused to hearing Michelle say anything undiplomatic and sighed. It wasn't his fault she was in a terrible mood. "Jack, whatever you think happened last night, didn't." She started to move back to her room but paused as her hand reached the handle. She turned back to face him. "Jack, you wouldn't happen to know who called David last night, would you?"
Jack smirked and shrugged, folding the papers back into his coat pocket. "See ya at dinner, sis."
Author: barrelofapen
Disclaimer: I do not own anything in relation to Kings.
Pairing: David/Michelle
Rating: PG-13
Summary: New excerpt:
"Good morning, Princess." He turned off the T.V. and turned to face her better. His eyebrow cocked as he skimmed over what she had on. "You're not wearing your own clothes."
Notes: I just realized I made a few mistakes when posting the last chapter. When Michelle awoke, the time should have been close to seven, not close to six. In addition to that, I completely overlooked making Michelle's thought distinguishable with my beloved Italicize button but that's what I get for rushing to post! This time I'll make sure it's all correct for you all :) Also, this chapter is VERY short, but I couldn't think of anywhere to go from the end without adding on A LOT of extra stuff, but I promise you the next chapter will be much happier ;)
Michelle had no idea what to say. She felt the same, had the same longings every time they were near each other, but she'd never imagined he would say this to her, was never sure of exactly how he felt about her until tonight. She opened her mouth to speak and a phone rang.
David made a noise somewhere between a growl and a sigh and picked up the cell phone sitting on the dresser. "Shepherd...Yes, she is here, I reached her at oh four hundred and brought her back to my apartment to sleep...Absolutely sir, as soon as she wakes up...Thank you, Sir." He turned back to Michelle who had forced herself into a sitting position. "It's the palace," he explained, his eyes growing a little tighter around the edges as he spoke. The very picture of professional. "We should get you home, since you're awake."
Even though she hadn't known what to tell him, she found she couldn't argue with being shipped back home. I've caused him enough grief tonight, I should let him have some semblance of peace. She felt guilty, now that she was back to her normal mindset. Guilty he'd had to retrieve her, guilty about keeping him awake, guilty about once again having to spur an advance of his. If I really want to follow my vows, why do I seemingly need him so badly? She had no answers for herself, and as she watched David grab a jacket from his closet and hand it to her, she felt her heart tug towards the want to do this everyday. Wake up with him exhausted from the previous night together, make breakfast. All the normal, supposedly boring things that people came to loathe over time, she wanted them so fiercely she had to look away from him.
The ride from David's apartment was quiet. Silent was the more appropriate word, as once David turned the key in the ignition, the only noise around them was the sounds of traffic and the city waking up. Michelle wanted to say something to make him feel better, to make up for the silence between them, for the pause she had before that damn phone call came.
They pulled up to the security checkpoint, the guards only giving David a short once over before hitting the button that raised the bar. He pulled into the circle in front of the entrance only used for the family members and pushed the gear shaft into park, not even shutting off the car. "David, about earlier-"
"You need to get inside. They're worried about you." He was upset and she had no idea what to say to him, so she nodded once and grabbed the bag of her clothes from the car floor, getting out and shutting the door just a little harder than was necessary.
Why is he mad now? She walked past the guards, hoping to not run into anyone. She couldn't bear running into her father, and especially not Jack. All he would do is smile some knowing, smug smile, as though he knew what had happened that night. Obviously, he had no clue.
Her sitting room, which connected to her large bedroom, had been straightened the night before, all of the magazines been put back into place, the upholstry meticulously cleaned, even her T.V. and other electronic remotes were staightened out on the coffee table next to her magazines. The familiarity of walking into the room calmed her, and the yellow and pink hues that the room was done in that she had chosen as a child reminded her of simpler times. Times when her Father was only her father, her brother was her best friend, and the only problems she had was not wanting to attend classes with her elder tutor.
She dropped the grocery bag on her couch, not bothering to take off David's jacket or any of the clothes he'd provided her with. Instead she made her way directly to her bedroom and jumped on top of the covers, bringing her legs to her chest and pulling David's jacket close to her mouth, taking deep breaths of the comforting scent and after a few moments, she fell asleep. Comforted by thoughts of what could have happened, had that call never come.
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Michelle woke hours later, not rising until close to noon and she found she had a terrible headache. Moving any part of her body resulted in a pain that shot straight to her head. Oh yes, this is why I don't drink. Good to have a reminder. She managed to get herself out of bed, thinking only of getting to her bathroom, which was connected to her sitting room. She opened the door to find Jack sitting on the couch, flipping the channels.
"Good morning, Princess." He turned off the T.V. and turned to face her better. His eyebrow cocked as he skimmed over what she had on. "You're not wearing your own clothes."
"You have such amazing detection skills, brother. Why don't you scamper off and solve another case." She overlooked her brother, not even bothering to stay in the same room, and went straight to the bathroom. First grabbing a brush to tame the mess her hair had become overnight.
"We're quite feisty this afternoon, aren't we? Might the princess be suffering from a hangover?"
"Among other things, yes." She finished with her hair and moved on to brushing her teeth, she was very slowly feeling a bit more human.
"I saw the pictures Father kept from getting into the paper this morning. Quite an interesting night you had there. Let's see," he pulled out a stack of papers and began reading from the first page. "'Left her handler around twenty-one hundred hours; tracked chip around city following that, entered-"
"It would be absolutely wonderful if you would just stop talking now." She put down her toothbrush and walked back out into the sitting room. She faced her brother who looked at her slightly stunned, unused to hearing Michelle say anything undiplomatic and sighed. It wasn't his fault she was in a terrible mood. "Jack, whatever you think happened last night, didn't." She started to move back to her room but paused as her hand reached the handle. She turned back to face him. "Jack, you wouldn't happen to know who called David last night, would you?"
Jack smirked and shrugged, folding the papers back into his coat pocket. "See ya at dinner, sis."