Snap me Away 2/2
Title: Snap me Away
Author: candylovinangel
Rating: PG
Pairings: Richard/Misha if you looove to read between the lines
Spoilers: None: Just know who Gabriel is
Warnings: Crack from me. And real people used, but they are not well, them just my depiction of them for this story.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything nor do I know anything professional or even remotely close to real medicine and so on.
Summary: An Accident on Set has Richard in a serious predicament and having to live with Misha as he recovers and tries to regain a lost past only to find something much more interesting.
Word Count: 5,404
Part 1 Part 2 (Here)
--Misha-
It had been a few weeks and there was no sign of Richard remembering anything else even as the damage to his skull completely healed up, leaving a thin scar which was obscured by Richard’s hair that had regrown in the afflicted area like the doctor had said it would.
Though he noticed one day that Richard was eyeing his credit cards and license and he seemed to be mouthing something quietly. When Misha strained his hearing to catch it he heard, “Gabriel can’t you help me with this? ….I am trying! I…just…Come on, help me out here!”
Misha watched as suddenly Richard grabbed a paper and started writing things down before breathing a sigh of relief. Misha was worried for Richard’s mental health now more than ever. That wasn’t the first time he’d seen Richard do that either
.
Shortly after they’d been on set for My Bloody Valentine where Gabriel had shown up and was arguing with the boys as he chowed down on Candy, Misha couldn’t help but notice that there was not trace of Richard there, and that’s when he started wondering if Richard had a multiple personality disorder or something, if he was Schizophrenic.
Misha had seen the script for Hammer of the Gods after that. He’d known there was at least another few Episodes, like Dead Men don’t Wear Plaid and Dark Side of the Moon and then Finally Hammer of the gods that Richard would be in. He’d read Hammer of the Gods and he was worried for Richard, who’d seemed to have gotten way too fond of his fictional character persona.
When He’d gone home later Richard seemed to be his mellow non-candy eating self and he stared out the window, muttering something quietly and that’s when Misha decided…
“You need to see a therapist, or psychologist. Someone. This isn’t healthy Richard, to be obsessed with your character to the point that you’re talking to them outloud.” He said firmly and he saw Richard stiffen.
“You said I wouldn’t have to go to one when I mentioned him the first time!” Richard naturally was outraged and yet Misha was putting his foot down.
“You’re going to a therapist whether you like it or not. You were never this attached to Gabriel before, I don’t see why you’re attached to him now.”
Richard gave him a hard time for the next two days, refusing to go to a therapist. Jensen and Jared had actually ended up arriving at Misha’s place at one point to hear them yelling.
“I’m not crazy, Misha! “ Richard was yelling, red in the face, “I don’t see why you insist I go to a therapist!” Richard yelled.
“I know you’re talking to him damn it! He’s not real! Gabriel was never real in the first place!” Misha yelled back and Richard grew defiant and Misha could swear he saw a change happening right before his eyes…
“He is real, Misha, whether you like it or not.” He said in a deadly tone as Jensen and Jared opened the door to see Misha scowling at Richard, who seriously looked like if he had powers, he would have smitten Misha then and there. Jared had instantly gone to Richard and nudged him into his room to calm down, and Jensen had done the same to him…
It still didn’t stop Misha from tricking Richard into the car and driving him down to the therapist he’d made an appointment for.
Security had to be called in due to the massive fit Richard had when he realized what Misha had done. Misha was quietly glad Richard really wasn’t Gabriel…cause again if looks could kill…Misha would have been killed a thousand times over even as Misha left and called Jared, asking him to pick Richard up at the end of the hour at the office, the younger man reluctantly agreeing.
--Richard-
He sat there, fuming on the damned couch of the office he was in, trying to ignore the therapist who was watching him, waiting for him to speak, but she gave up after five minutes.
“Richard, why do you think you’re here?” She asked and Richard looked up to her, to the brunette woman and to her brown eyes and to how she was sitting in her recliner, watching him.
“Because Misha is an ass who doesn’t mind his own business,” He said bitterly after a moment. The therapist watched him for a long moment and then looked at some files she had.
“Your medical records say you had an accident on set about two months ago. That right?” She asked, and Richard nodded, “That you ended up having Amnesia because of it?” Another nod from Richard.
“Have you remembered anything?” She asked curiously and Richard nodded again.
“A few things about the show and people I work with…some credit card pins…but that’s it.” Richard muttered before looking down at the table now. He hated this already. He just wanted to get out of there and maybe find a new place away from Misha, a place where he could talk to Gabriel all he wanted and wouldn’t be interrupted.
“What’s wrong, Richard, what’s on your mind?” The Therapist asked gently.
“I don’t want to be here, that’s what, I’m only here because Misha dropped me off and told me I had to come…” He muttered, bitterness in his voice. He didn’t want to be here…
“Ah yes, you were the one causing all that commotion then? I heard you say something about smiting some of them?” She asked, raising her eyebrow, “What was that about?”
“I…ah…my character I play...he’s an archangel…I kinda slipped into that for a moment, wasn’t thinking. I just wanted to get way…” Richard muttered, embarrassed.
Even now Richard could see his friend pacing in the holy fire, the archangel pissed at Misha as well. Richard himself was outside the circle, head down. Not to mention he hadn’t talked to the archangel for a few days and to Richard it seemed to longer he went without contact, to more Gabriel seemed to….get miserable and fade actually start to fade.
Richard looked up to the archangel and noticed he was looking at Richard, a desperate plea in his eyes and face. Gabriel was becoming a just an image without Richard there…
“Tell me about Gabriel,” She said after a moment and Richard closed his eyes as he talked, told her how the archangel was bitter and lonely and he just wanted to try and stay out of things, only to be drawn toward the two people the archangel knew would be his doom. Richard saw Gabriel watching him still... He said that the archangel tried to cover it all up with humor. That the only person the archangel only really gave a crap about was…
“Who? Who is it?” The therapist asked and Richard realized he trailed off and he looks to her and smiled faintly.
“You’re gonna think I’m crazy, if you don’t already…but me. He only really cares about me…Whenever I’m not feeling up to doing anything or whatnot, he’s there trying to help me…Yet he’s kinda…trapped.” He said this all sheepishly, wondering if the lady even watched the show, though she looked very interested.
“Trapped? What do you mean?” She asked. Richard half closed his eyes.
“By holy fire…and I feel bad whenever I’m trying not to talk to him cause then he starts to kinda just start to fade away and then I panic and cross over to him and I have to touch him in some way for him to come back…I…feel safe around him and I…feel whole around him when I’m in that circle with him…There was a time I think he actually made it so I remembered something. He said he’d wanted me to know the people on set a bit better…” He saw Gabriel looking at him still, the angel looking down at his hands and his hands and lower body were still fading.
“Richard…!” There’s an urgency to Gabriel’s voice.
“Are you in contact with him now, in his cage with him?” She asked and Richard shook his head.
“No…but…he’s fading even now…I have to help him…” He muttered and she looked at him curiously.
“This holy fire…it kills angels if they cross it, correct?” She asked. Yeah she must have seen the show.
“Yeah. He’s trapped in there…” Richard said as he found himself quickly crossing over the flames and getting pulled into a bone crushing hug by the angel as he stopped fading, as he became whole again and the angel let out a sigh of relief.
“Why do you do that? Why do you leave?” The angel asked and Richard didn’t respond he just buried his head into the angel’s neck and the angel seemed to get that Richard didn’t want to do it, but around Misha, he had to do it…
“I think I know why you see him, why you both are so dependent on each other,” She says at last, now having Richard’s full attention.
“He’s everything you can’t remember, and he’s trapped, he can’t really help you unless you go into that fire. That fire represents your amnesia, it’s blocking you from properly accessing the memories, but you can get the emotions, you can get comfort knowing that your memories are still there. It’s just a matter of putting out that fire and letting Gabriel be able to help you access it all…That make sense?”
“Wait…so basically you’re saying…He’s…me but in a way that I can understand him, and he’s trying to help me get my memories when the time’s right for them? And that if I manage to put out that fire it’ll all come back to me?” He asked now not so reserved and he felt Gabriel’s relief that the lady wasn’t trying to tell Richard that he was just a figment of his imagination. Gabriel wouldn’t have been too happy…
“Yeah, basically, and when you’re trying to be who you’re not, that’s when you’re outside the circle and then you start to lose that hold and the memories threaten to die . So until you find a way to free Gabriel or well, yourself from the confines I suggest keeping a close hold on what you have.”
Richard nodded and got up. He noticed it was almost the end of the hour…damn he had really started talk in the last half hour…
“Um…I’m gonna go…Thanks really. I gotta kill Misha now. I TOLD him I wasn’t crazy…” He muttered and the woman laughed softly.
“No Richard, you’re not crazy. You’re fine, you’re just trying to get better in your own way,” She said smiling and Richard smiled back and went for the door then paused.
“Please don’t tell anyone about this. I don’t want them actually thinking I am crazy just cause…you know...” He muttered and she nodded.
“Everything said here is confidential, don’t worry Richard,” She said and Richard nodded.
“Well…hopefully I won’t be seeing you again, no offense,” He says with a light smile and the woman smiled and nodded at that.
Richard went out to see Jared waiting in the lobby and Richard blinked in surprise but then grinned and went over to the Sasquatch and hugged him tightly; feeling like a shrimp still but Jared laughed and messed up his hair fondly.
“Where’s Misha? I owe him a kick to the balls. He thought I am crazy. She said I’m coping with all this in my own way,” He said with a scowl.
“Wait a sec…Misha FORCED you to come here? How?” Jared asked sharply as he led Richard to his truck and Richard just let out a huff.
“He tricked me into thinking we were going to the movies. Can’t believe I fell for that. Security in there had needed to restrain me to keep me from trying to kill him,” He muttered and he looked out the window.
“He fucking BETRAYED my trust. I’m sick of it! Sick of the looks he gives me when he thinks I’m not looking… and when he hangs out by my room to make sure I’m not talking to-“ He stopped himself and looked down. Did he really want to tell Jared what he had been seeing for the past two months?
“Talking to who, Richard?“ Jared asks with a frown and Richard’s quiet for a long moment.
“Gabriel,” He whispers, and Jared’s eyes widen and he pulls off the road and to the side.
“Any idea how or why he’s there?” Jared asked, Richard wasn’t sure if it was excitement in his eyes or worry…Maybe both.
“The Therapist thinks he’s kinda…my manifestation of my memories and that the longer I stay away from him..don’t acknowledge his presence the less chance there is of me getting my memory back so…She said to stay close to him…seeing as he’s trapped in holy fire until I can somehow get him out I’m only really…myself if I am in that ring with him…I feel like who I’m supposed to be when I’m with him.” He says softly and Jared seemed to be thinking for a moment before he reached over and brushed Richard’s bangs out of his eyes and wiped a tear away.
“How long have you been in touch with uh…Gabriel?” He asked and Richard looked up to him.
“Ever since Misha yelled at me with the whole suing stuff…He’s been helping me ever since. He helped me finish up Changing the Channels…He’s the reason I can get in character and…yeah…” He’s quiet now as Jared seems to be piecing the puzzle together.
“Now that I think of it…you did seem more like yourself whenever we had a break that day…and you were astounding with the lines, have been ever since… Still you mentioned Gabriel to Misha?” Jared asked an Richard frowned.
“Yeah I told him I was dreaming about him…and then he’d catch some of my whispered conversations with him…Would you believe it took me three weeks to get Gabriel to tell me what the pin codes were to my credit cards?” He said with a small chuckle and Jared was laughing too.
“sounds like him. He ever uh..get control or whatever?” Jared asked sheepishly and Richard just outright laughed at that.
“Why would he need to? He’s nice to me and I’m nice to him. I’m the only person he’s nice to right now. Not to mention he admitted outright to me that I ah…made him or more or less personified him.” He looked to Jared who smiled at him.
“You know...we all bring our characters to life on screen you know, give them dimension, make them feel real to the viewers, and to us. I’ll tell you something…I was also in the same situation, Richard.” He said as he brought the truck back onto the road.
“What? You lost your memory too?” Richard couldn’t believe it…Gabriel dragged Richard down with him and wrapped his arms around Richard, quiet and Gabriel was humming deep in his chest. Richard felt warm and safe even as Jared spoke.
“It was in the second season, about a month after you left actually. I was out at a diner and I was coming out with Jensen when we nearly got mugged. The guy slammed the hilt of the gun into my head and while he did that Jensen tackled him and beat the crap out of him. He always was protective of me…But well he has been so much more protective ever since then.
I woke up with Amnesia as well but I hadn’t uh…cracked my skull but still… Jensen helped me out and right before the third season began shooting I got my memory back. Though I did what you did, I went back to acting, it was the only thing I could do and I didn’t want Jensen having to pay for everything. It was probably about…four months before I got my memory back. There were bits and pieces scattered around before then. “ Jared paused and glanced to Richard, who’d been listening intently the whole time, eyes on him and Jared laughed.
“You know, it’s weird seeing you that focused,” He says before messing up Richard’s head again.
“What triggered your memory coming back?” He asked curiously and Jared frowned.
“Jensen really, a stupid little habit he’d laid off on, afraid I’d freak out. He used to slap my ass as a joke when he was bored or joking around and well he slipped up at one point and I remember I was in complete shock and turned around to punch him when it all just hit me when I saw the way Jensen flinched. I never wanted him scared of me. It just…came back like I’d ended up punched in the face.”
Richard let out a sigh and then looked at his hands, “I get now why you’ve been so hard on Misha though overall he was concerned but...-“
“But you don’t ditch someone at a therapist’s office, I know. I’m taking you to him so you can do what you please,” And with that they were in a comfortable silence as they got to the set. He saw that they were on break as they got to the set Misha was on, talking to Jensen when Richard strode up to Misha, tapped his shoulder, saw Misha turn around and get a ‘Oh shit!’ look on his face before Richard’s fist collided with it before Richard grabbed Misha and then kneed him in the balls.
He heard a commotion of the crew but Jared was yelling at them to back off even as Richard pushed Misha back.
“Don’t you EVER dump me off at a fucking therapist’s office again you fucking asshole! You know I didn’t want to go!” And he started to bring his hand back to punch Misha again before he let out a huff and let his hand drop as Gabriel made some sort of sound of protest.
He turned back and went off the set as Misha lay curled up on the ground saying something but Richard ignored it as he went past Jared who followed him and took him back to the apartment.
Richard thanked Jared before he went into his room and sat on the bed. He’d gotten it out of his system and for some reason Gabriel was amused but refused to say anything. Instead…
It was their first Supernatural convention together, and Misha was sitting at the table with Richard. Both men were pretty drunk but Misha more so than Richard…
“Hey Richard…Wanna know what my…my first thought was when I saw you…?” Misha asked, flushed and suddenly getting a blush to him.
“That guy needs to get a haircut?” Richard said with a light laugh, getting a long drink of his beer and sighing, looking around at all the fans there having a good time and squealing at them in happiness whenever one of them caught one of the two actor’s eyes.
“No…My first thought was, ‘God he’s hot,’” Misha said with a goofy drunk smile on his face. Richard sighed and ran his hand through his hair.
“Misha…just…be quiet…” Richard mumbled, though he could feel his own face heating up and when he looked Misha over and he watched every move the man made and oh…oh crap he felt excitement building up in him.
Excitement and want and Richard jerked his head and Misha grinned as they made their way back to Richard’s hotel room and once the door had closed, Misha had pounced and brought Richard to the bed and gotten on top of Richard,
Misha shamelessly stroking Richard’s erection and Richard shuddered with pleasure as he looked at Misha and grinned even as the other man’s mouth came and captured his and damn Misha was a good kisser even as Richard wrapped Jean clad legs around Misha and brought him closer. He ran his hands through Misha’s hair and shivered when Misha nipped at his neck and started to take off Richard’s shirt when Richard sucked in his breath.
“No Misha. I’m not that drunk,” His words were sharp and Misha pouted but obeyed and instead returned to lavishing just how much love he could get through to Richard, and Richard had replied in kind…That was the night they had fallen for each other…hopelessly fallen…
Gabriel was laughing softly when Richard finished reliving all that.
“Well…that’s one way to figure out I’m gay…and why Misha was so desperate to send me to that therapist…still hurts though…That he just…did that…” Richard says softly, looking down at his hard on and shaking his head…he was going to have to jerk off in the shower wasn’t he? But right now he’d wait.
“Why’d you wait to tell me?” Richard asked as Gabriel’s arms tightened and a ghost of his breath tickled the back of his neck.
“Because…I didn’t realize how much it was hurting Misha, seeing you like this. Though damn it if he really loved you he’d accept you as you are…That and uh…I didn’t know how you’d react to being gay either…” Gabriel looked to Richard who just shook his head.
“You’re like a mother hen…You can’t keep this stuff from me, Gabriel!” Richard said in exasperation. Gabriel hung his head.
“I know…but there’s always a time for everything and usually when the time feels right is when I show you this stuff…” Gabriel said softly and Richard looked back to him and sighed. He knew Gabriel meant well so he let it drop and Gabriel was glad…
--Misha-
Misha couldn’t help but be somewhat…pained by the encounter. Not just physically but emotionally. He’d made things worse. Richard hated him now…The man Misha loved and who had loved Misha before the accident…hated him because Misha had been so damn pushy…Misha had wanted his Richard back no matter what…But this…
No-one else knew what had been going on between them. It had been kept a secret…but even now he was sure he’d lost Richard to Jared because of the way Misha had been pushing…no…maybe he’d lost him well before that. He’d noticed the way Richard had become quiet around him…
It was only a matter of time before Misha’s heart would have shattered. It had shattered with the kneeing to his groin and when Richard had been too furious to punch him again, when the other actor had walked off the set with pure anger on his face, Jared following him.
They gave Misha a chance to regain himself before returning to the scene. Three hours later he was driving home and when he got into the apartment he found Richard sprawled out on his bed, the door to the room wide open as Richard looked down at a photo album… Misha recognized the album and went cold as he strode in there and took it from Richard and snapped it shut.
“Where did you find this?” Misha asked dangerously. There was a reason why he was so protective over this. They were photos from their dates days after the conventions and even some a few days before Richard’s accident.
Richard didn’t look up when he answered…
“Under your bed…with that stuff…” He nodded towards the box of stuff that Misha had hoarded and kept that had been gifts from Richard before. Some of them had been photo shoots of Richard in varying outfits and others had been silly t-shirts they had sent each other.
When Richard had come over after the accident, Misha had put them in the box along with the pictures of them trying to squeeze the life out of each other with hugs…
“What were you doing in my room?” Misha asked as his heart ached for Richard right now as the older man shifted and looked…hurt? No…more like ashamed.
“I just wanted to see if you had anything that could help me…Because I know you hate the way I am now…” Misha’s heart shattered yet again as he realized what that look had been. Richard had looked disappointed and rejected not to mention hurt.
He never meant for Richard to feel like Misha hated him. Yet Misha was just speechless as Richard looked away and took out a suitcase and he started packing his clothes and Misha’s heart felt like a dead broken bloody weight now.
“Richard-“ He started to say, but the older man ignored him as he finished packing up his meager belongings.
“You hate me, that much is clear. You hate me! You clearly want me to be someone I’m not anymore and I can see how it’s tearing you apart! I can’t live here anymore, knowing that, and knowing that you-“ He shook his head and pushed past Misha and left.
Misha ran after him and tried to catch him, but the bastard was fast and he had already hailed a cab and was already getting in and slamming the door shut. Misha called out for Richard and saw the older man look back but then turn away, and saw how Richard’s shoulders slumped and the way his head hung as the cab turned a corner, and Misha saw through the side window..He saw the glistening teartracks on Richard’s face…
Misha found out a few days later that the crew had given Richard his old trailer to bunk in for a while. Everyone noticed how Richard would refuse to talk to Misha outside of the lines he was supposed to deliver, which he still somehow did excellently. Misha though…he saw the hurt and betrayal on Richard’s face for Gabriel’s death scene in Hammer of the God’s…Misha knew that was all too real and it broke his heart again. He wondered just how many times his heart could break before it couldn’t be fixed again…It throbbed painfully after the scene when he saw Mark for once break character and kneel down to Richard.
“Hey, Richard, you okay?” Mark asked as Richard just nodded and sat up, wiping tears away from his eyes.
“Sorry…yeah ‘m fine…just…a really emotional scene,” Richard muttered and Mark nodded. They went through it four more times before it was called.
Everyone said sad goodbyes to Richard, though promising he could be back on in the next season. Misha went back to Richard’s trailer and quietly went inside the unlocked trailer and sat on the recliner in there even as a few minutes later Richard came in and without looking at the recliner, closed and locked the door before the older man collapsed on the couch. He…he looked so heartbroken and worn…
Misha got up silently and made his way over and sat down on the couch and silently wrapped his arms around Richard’s waist and pulled him close. Richard started and looked to Misha, eyes wide as he clearly hadn’t expected anyone there…
He considered Misha for a moment before he turned away and let his head rest against Misha’s chest. An action that surprised Misha bit, as he hadn’t been expecting him to stay still…Yet Misha stayed there and brought one hand up to card through Richard’s soft hair…though it was somewhat gelled cause of the makeup department, but he didn’t care…
“I’m sorry, Richard…” Misha said after a brief silence, “I never meant to hurt you like I did…I never thought I’d end up pushing you away…I was stupid…Yeah I wanted you to have your memories back…But I completely disregarded what was in front of me the whole time…YOU. I was looking too hard. If I had been paying attention…I would have realized just how lonely you were because of what I was doing…I didn’t realize that you were there all along but you were only ever…you on set, when I wasn’t looking for you…Not until it was too late…” Misha swallowed and looked up at the ceiling.
“You know what hurt the most?” Richard whispered in a shuddering voice, “is remembering the first time you…” Richard shuddered, “That you said you thought I was hot…only to find that you didn’t like me the way I am not…And I saw those photos how…how happy we were and I knew I couldn’t stay there when I saw your look of horror and…and how…how sad you got. I didn’t want you living with a…ghost…” Richard muttered and Misha shook his head.
“God, I’m sorry Richard...That…I knew I’d hurt you from what I did earlier that day and just seeing how pissed and hurt you were broke my heart, and then seeing you, looking at all those photos and everything after…it hurt.” Misha muttered as Richard looked up and him quietly. Misha saw the sadness there and…and he had to fix it damn it! He had to fix what he’d done…
So he shifted until Richard was upright and then leaned in and kissed him. Richard’s lips were as soft as Misha remembered, but he also knew that Richard had stiffened…
--Richard-
He hadn’t expected it to happen. Not today not when he was just so down…for Misha to be there. Yet he liked the warmth of Misha’s arms and he listened as Misha apologized, poured his heart out and apologized some more after Richard’s own words...
What really surprised him was when Misha kissed him and the moment he stiffened with surprise is when the sprinklers turned on inside the warehouse and extinguished the fire and Gabriel let out an audible sigh.
“Finally,” Gabriel whispered before he touched two fingers to the back of Richard’s head and warmth flooded Richard and images and words, thoughts and feelings all rushed into him and then Gabriel had vanished but when Richard felt his own hum in his chest he knew…he knew he was whole again even as the room disappeared and he saw Misha starting to pull away
…Misha… He saw the hurt on Misha’s face when Richard had stiffened but that…no that was unacceptable.
Richard pulled him back and kissed him, lifting up the other actor and his boyfriend a warm kiss was all Misha needed to keep kissing him and when the two were all over each other and Richard was panting for breath Misha was looking at him with wide eyes as Richard grins and kissed him again.
“I missed those kisses Misha.” He said with a grin. Your kisses always were special, and apparently they can restore my memory,”
He said with a happy chuckle and he saw the warmth and surprise in Misha’s eyes as Richard basically glomped the poor man. Richard whispered words of how much he loved Misha as Misha tried to apologize by Richard would stop him with a kiss.
“It’s okay. I know and I just want to mend your poor heart so we can be back on the same page,” Richard whispered and Misha smiled his eyes teary as Richard ran a finger along Misha’s crotch.
When they were done kissing the life out of each other Richard watches as Misha downs some water and he looks to Richard.
“Is uh…Gabriel still there?” Misha asked awkwardly and Richard just laughed.
“I WAS Gabriel, Misha. It was all me.” he then pauses and smirks at Misha who seems to have understood him.
“I didn’t think you’d end up jealous though, and jerking off in the bathroom,” He says with a smirk as Misha’s eyes widened. Misha smacked his shoulder lightly and Richard chuckled and kissed him again.
Richard kissed Misha again and nuzzled his nose against Misha’s.
“Though if that ever happens again and if I ever get taken to a therapist again, you’re gonna get more than a punch to the face and kneed in the balls. I had to stop him from doing more even though I wanted to see you hurt for that too.” Richard said with a growl and Misha blinked.
“Oh God…Richard I--…Tell me how I can fix this…”
“You don’t need to, you came back, you tried to fix things…You freed me from my own prison in my head with that kiss. Kinda like some sort of fairytale, huh?” Richard said with a chuckle and he was happy to see Misha smiling, and seeing the light in Misha’s eyes again.
He only just realized how dull those beautiful blue eyes had been, and Richard stole the words from Misha as he kissed him again and then with a grin led him into the bedroom.
Author: candylovinangel
Rating: PG
Pairings: Richard/Misha if you looove to read between the lines
Spoilers: None: Just know who Gabriel is
Warnings: Crack from me. And real people used, but they are not well, them just my depiction of them for this story.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything nor do I know anything professional or even remotely close to real medicine and so on.
Summary: An Accident on Set has Richard in a serious predicament and having to live with Misha as he recovers and tries to regain a lost past only to find something much more interesting.
Word Count: 5,404
Part 1 Part 2 (Here)
--Misha-
It had been a few weeks and there was no sign of Richard remembering anything else even as the damage to his skull completely healed up, leaving a thin scar which was obscured by Richard’s hair that had regrown in the afflicted area like the doctor had said it would.
Though he noticed one day that Richard was eyeing his credit cards and license and he seemed to be mouthing something quietly. When Misha strained his hearing to catch it he heard, “Gabriel can’t you help me with this? ….I am trying! I…just…Come on, help me out here!”
Misha watched as suddenly Richard grabbed a paper and started writing things down before breathing a sigh of relief. Misha was worried for Richard’s mental health now more than ever. That wasn’t the first time he’d seen Richard do that either
.
Shortly after they’d been on set for My Bloody Valentine where Gabriel had shown up and was arguing with the boys as he chowed down on Candy, Misha couldn’t help but notice that there was not trace of Richard there, and that’s when he started wondering if Richard had a multiple personality disorder or something, if he was Schizophrenic.
Misha had seen the script for Hammer of the Gods after that. He’d known there was at least another few Episodes, like Dead Men don’t Wear Plaid and Dark Side of the Moon and then Finally Hammer of the gods that Richard would be in. He’d read Hammer of the Gods and he was worried for Richard, who’d seemed to have gotten way too fond of his fictional character persona.
When He’d gone home later Richard seemed to be his mellow non-candy eating self and he stared out the window, muttering something quietly and that’s when Misha decided…
“You need to see a therapist, or psychologist. Someone. This isn’t healthy Richard, to be obsessed with your character to the point that you’re talking to them outloud.” He said firmly and he saw Richard stiffen.
“You said I wouldn’t have to go to one when I mentioned him the first time!” Richard naturally was outraged and yet Misha was putting his foot down.
“You’re going to a therapist whether you like it or not. You were never this attached to Gabriel before, I don’t see why you’re attached to him now.”
Richard gave him a hard time for the next two days, refusing to go to a therapist. Jensen and Jared had actually ended up arriving at Misha’s place at one point to hear them yelling.
“I’m not crazy, Misha! “ Richard was yelling, red in the face, “I don’t see why you insist I go to a therapist!” Richard yelled.
“I know you’re talking to him damn it! He’s not real! Gabriel was never real in the first place!” Misha yelled back and Richard grew defiant and Misha could swear he saw a change happening right before his eyes…
“He is real, Misha, whether you like it or not.” He said in a deadly tone as Jensen and Jared opened the door to see Misha scowling at Richard, who seriously looked like if he had powers, he would have smitten Misha then and there. Jared had instantly gone to Richard and nudged him into his room to calm down, and Jensen had done the same to him…
It still didn’t stop Misha from tricking Richard into the car and driving him down to the therapist he’d made an appointment for.
Security had to be called in due to the massive fit Richard had when he realized what Misha had done. Misha was quietly glad Richard really wasn’t Gabriel…cause again if looks could kill…Misha would have been killed a thousand times over even as Misha left and called Jared, asking him to pick Richard up at the end of the hour at the office, the younger man reluctantly agreeing.
--Richard-
He sat there, fuming on the damned couch of the office he was in, trying to ignore the therapist who was watching him, waiting for him to speak, but she gave up after five minutes.
“Richard, why do you think you’re here?” She asked and Richard looked up to her, to the brunette woman and to her brown eyes and to how she was sitting in her recliner, watching him.
“Because Misha is an ass who doesn’t mind his own business,” He said bitterly after a moment. The therapist watched him for a long moment and then looked at some files she had.
“Your medical records say you had an accident on set about two months ago. That right?” She asked, and Richard nodded, “That you ended up having Amnesia because of it?” Another nod from Richard.
“Have you remembered anything?” She asked curiously and Richard nodded again.
“A few things about the show and people I work with…some credit card pins…but that’s it.” Richard muttered before looking down at the table now. He hated this already. He just wanted to get out of there and maybe find a new place away from Misha, a place where he could talk to Gabriel all he wanted and wouldn’t be interrupted.
“What’s wrong, Richard, what’s on your mind?” The Therapist asked gently.
“I don’t want to be here, that’s what, I’m only here because Misha dropped me off and told me I had to come…” He muttered, bitterness in his voice. He didn’t want to be here…
“Ah yes, you were the one causing all that commotion then? I heard you say something about smiting some of them?” She asked, raising her eyebrow, “What was that about?”
“I…ah…my character I play...he’s an archangel…I kinda slipped into that for a moment, wasn’t thinking. I just wanted to get way…” Richard muttered, embarrassed.
Even now Richard could see his friend pacing in the holy fire, the archangel pissed at Misha as well. Richard himself was outside the circle, head down. Not to mention he hadn’t talked to the archangel for a few days and to Richard it seemed to longer he went without contact, to more Gabriel seemed to….get miserable and fade actually start to fade.
Richard looked up to the archangel and noticed he was looking at Richard, a desperate plea in his eyes and face. Gabriel was becoming a just an image without Richard there…
“Tell me about Gabriel,” She said after a moment and Richard closed his eyes as he talked, told her how the archangel was bitter and lonely and he just wanted to try and stay out of things, only to be drawn toward the two people the archangel knew would be his doom. Richard saw Gabriel watching him still... He said that the archangel tried to cover it all up with humor. That the only person the archangel only really gave a crap about was…
“Who? Who is it?” The therapist asked and Richard realized he trailed off and he looks to her and smiled faintly.
“You’re gonna think I’m crazy, if you don’t already…but me. He only really cares about me…Whenever I’m not feeling up to doing anything or whatnot, he’s there trying to help me…Yet he’s kinda…trapped.” He said this all sheepishly, wondering if the lady even watched the show, though she looked very interested.
“Trapped? What do you mean?” She asked. Richard half closed his eyes.
“By holy fire…and I feel bad whenever I’m trying not to talk to him cause then he starts to kinda just start to fade away and then I panic and cross over to him and I have to touch him in some way for him to come back…I…feel safe around him and I…feel whole around him when I’m in that circle with him…There was a time I think he actually made it so I remembered something. He said he’d wanted me to know the people on set a bit better…” He saw Gabriel looking at him still, the angel looking down at his hands and his hands and lower body were still fading.
“Richard…!” There’s an urgency to Gabriel’s voice.
“Are you in contact with him now, in his cage with him?” She asked and Richard shook his head.
“No…but…he’s fading even now…I have to help him…” He muttered and she looked at him curiously.
“This holy fire…it kills angels if they cross it, correct?” She asked. Yeah she must have seen the show.
“Yeah. He’s trapped in there…” Richard said as he found himself quickly crossing over the flames and getting pulled into a bone crushing hug by the angel as he stopped fading, as he became whole again and the angel let out a sigh of relief.
“Why do you do that? Why do you leave?” The angel asked and Richard didn’t respond he just buried his head into the angel’s neck and the angel seemed to get that Richard didn’t want to do it, but around Misha, he had to do it…
“I think I know why you see him, why you both are so dependent on each other,” She says at last, now having Richard’s full attention.
“He’s everything you can’t remember, and he’s trapped, he can’t really help you unless you go into that fire. That fire represents your amnesia, it’s blocking you from properly accessing the memories, but you can get the emotions, you can get comfort knowing that your memories are still there. It’s just a matter of putting out that fire and letting Gabriel be able to help you access it all…That make sense?”
“Wait…so basically you’re saying…He’s…me but in a way that I can understand him, and he’s trying to help me get my memories when the time’s right for them? And that if I manage to put out that fire it’ll all come back to me?” He asked now not so reserved and he felt Gabriel’s relief that the lady wasn’t trying to tell Richard that he was just a figment of his imagination. Gabriel wouldn’t have been too happy…
“Yeah, basically, and when you’re trying to be who you’re not, that’s when you’re outside the circle and then you start to lose that hold and the memories threaten to die . So until you find a way to free Gabriel or well, yourself from the confines I suggest keeping a close hold on what you have.”
Richard nodded and got up. He noticed it was almost the end of the hour…damn he had really started talk in the last half hour…
“Um…I’m gonna go…Thanks really. I gotta kill Misha now. I TOLD him I wasn’t crazy…” He muttered and the woman laughed softly.
“No Richard, you’re not crazy. You’re fine, you’re just trying to get better in your own way,” She said smiling and Richard smiled back and went for the door then paused.
“Please don’t tell anyone about this. I don’t want them actually thinking I am crazy just cause…you know...” He muttered and she nodded.
“Everything said here is confidential, don’t worry Richard,” She said and Richard nodded.
“Well…hopefully I won’t be seeing you again, no offense,” He says with a light smile and the woman smiled and nodded at that.
Richard went out to see Jared waiting in the lobby and Richard blinked in surprise but then grinned and went over to the Sasquatch and hugged him tightly; feeling like a shrimp still but Jared laughed and messed up his hair fondly.
“Where’s Misha? I owe him a kick to the balls. He thought I am crazy. She said I’m coping with all this in my own way,” He said with a scowl.
“Wait a sec…Misha FORCED you to come here? How?” Jared asked sharply as he led Richard to his truck and Richard just let out a huff.
“He tricked me into thinking we were going to the movies. Can’t believe I fell for that. Security in there had needed to restrain me to keep me from trying to kill him,” He muttered and he looked out the window.
“He fucking BETRAYED my trust. I’m sick of it! Sick of the looks he gives me when he thinks I’m not looking… and when he hangs out by my room to make sure I’m not talking to-“ He stopped himself and looked down. Did he really want to tell Jared what he had been seeing for the past two months?
“Talking to who, Richard?“ Jared asks with a frown and Richard’s quiet for a long moment.
“Gabriel,” He whispers, and Jared’s eyes widen and he pulls off the road and to the side.
“Any idea how or why he’s there?” Jared asked, Richard wasn’t sure if it was excitement in his eyes or worry…Maybe both.
“The Therapist thinks he’s kinda…my manifestation of my memories and that the longer I stay away from him..don’t acknowledge his presence the less chance there is of me getting my memory back so…She said to stay close to him…seeing as he’s trapped in holy fire until I can somehow get him out I’m only really…myself if I am in that ring with him…I feel like who I’m supposed to be when I’m with him.” He says softly and Jared seemed to be thinking for a moment before he reached over and brushed Richard’s bangs out of his eyes and wiped a tear away.
“How long have you been in touch with uh…Gabriel?” He asked and Richard looked up to him.
“Ever since Misha yelled at me with the whole suing stuff…He’s been helping me ever since. He helped me finish up Changing the Channels…He’s the reason I can get in character and…yeah…” He’s quiet now as Jared seems to be piecing the puzzle together.
“Now that I think of it…you did seem more like yourself whenever we had a break that day…and you were astounding with the lines, have been ever since… Still you mentioned Gabriel to Misha?” Jared asked an Richard frowned.
“Yeah I told him I was dreaming about him…and then he’d catch some of my whispered conversations with him…Would you believe it took me three weeks to get Gabriel to tell me what the pin codes were to my credit cards?” He said with a small chuckle and Jared was laughing too.
“sounds like him. He ever uh..get control or whatever?” Jared asked sheepishly and Richard just outright laughed at that.
“Why would he need to? He’s nice to me and I’m nice to him. I’m the only person he’s nice to right now. Not to mention he admitted outright to me that I ah…made him or more or less personified him.” He looked to Jared who smiled at him.
“You know...we all bring our characters to life on screen you know, give them dimension, make them feel real to the viewers, and to us. I’ll tell you something…I was also in the same situation, Richard.” He said as he brought the truck back onto the road.
“What? You lost your memory too?” Richard couldn’t believe it…Gabriel dragged Richard down with him and wrapped his arms around Richard, quiet and Gabriel was humming deep in his chest. Richard felt warm and safe even as Jared spoke.
“It was in the second season, about a month after you left actually. I was out at a diner and I was coming out with Jensen when we nearly got mugged. The guy slammed the hilt of the gun into my head and while he did that Jensen tackled him and beat the crap out of him. He always was protective of me…But well he has been so much more protective ever since then.
I woke up with Amnesia as well but I hadn’t uh…cracked my skull but still… Jensen helped me out and right before the third season began shooting I got my memory back. Though I did what you did, I went back to acting, it was the only thing I could do and I didn’t want Jensen having to pay for everything. It was probably about…four months before I got my memory back. There were bits and pieces scattered around before then. “ Jared paused and glanced to Richard, who’d been listening intently the whole time, eyes on him and Jared laughed.
“You know, it’s weird seeing you that focused,” He says before messing up Richard’s head again.
“What triggered your memory coming back?” He asked curiously and Jared frowned.
“Jensen really, a stupid little habit he’d laid off on, afraid I’d freak out. He used to slap my ass as a joke when he was bored or joking around and well he slipped up at one point and I remember I was in complete shock and turned around to punch him when it all just hit me when I saw the way Jensen flinched. I never wanted him scared of me. It just…came back like I’d ended up punched in the face.”
Richard let out a sigh and then looked at his hands, “I get now why you’ve been so hard on Misha though overall he was concerned but...-“
“But you don’t ditch someone at a therapist’s office, I know. I’m taking you to him so you can do what you please,” And with that they were in a comfortable silence as they got to the set. He saw that they were on break as they got to the set Misha was on, talking to Jensen when Richard strode up to Misha, tapped his shoulder, saw Misha turn around and get a ‘Oh shit!’ look on his face before Richard’s fist collided with it before Richard grabbed Misha and then kneed him in the balls.
He heard a commotion of the crew but Jared was yelling at them to back off even as Richard pushed Misha back.
“Don’t you EVER dump me off at a fucking therapist’s office again you fucking asshole! You know I didn’t want to go!” And he started to bring his hand back to punch Misha again before he let out a huff and let his hand drop as Gabriel made some sort of sound of protest.
He turned back and went off the set as Misha lay curled up on the ground saying something but Richard ignored it as he went past Jared who followed him and took him back to the apartment.
Richard thanked Jared before he went into his room and sat on the bed. He’d gotten it out of his system and for some reason Gabriel was amused but refused to say anything. Instead…
It was their first Supernatural convention together, and Misha was sitting at the table with Richard. Both men were pretty drunk but Misha more so than Richard…
“Hey Richard…Wanna know what my…my first thought was when I saw you…?” Misha asked, flushed and suddenly getting a blush to him.
“That guy needs to get a haircut?” Richard said with a light laugh, getting a long drink of his beer and sighing, looking around at all the fans there having a good time and squealing at them in happiness whenever one of them caught one of the two actor’s eyes.
“No…My first thought was, ‘God he’s hot,’” Misha said with a goofy drunk smile on his face. Richard sighed and ran his hand through his hair.
“Misha…just…be quiet…” Richard mumbled, though he could feel his own face heating up and when he looked Misha over and he watched every move the man made and oh…oh crap he felt excitement building up in him.
Excitement and want and Richard jerked his head and Misha grinned as they made their way back to Richard’s hotel room and once the door had closed, Misha had pounced and brought Richard to the bed and gotten on top of Richard,
Misha shamelessly stroking Richard’s erection and Richard shuddered with pleasure as he looked at Misha and grinned even as the other man’s mouth came and captured his and damn Misha was a good kisser even as Richard wrapped Jean clad legs around Misha and brought him closer. He ran his hands through Misha’s hair and shivered when Misha nipped at his neck and started to take off Richard’s shirt when Richard sucked in his breath.
“No Misha. I’m not that drunk,” His words were sharp and Misha pouted but obeyed and instead returned to lavishing just how much love he could get through to Richard, and Richard had replied in kind…That was the night they had fallen for each other…hopelessly fallen…
Gabriel was laughing softly when Richard finished reliving all that.
“Well…that’s one way to figure out I’m gay…and why Misha was so desperate to send me to that therapist…still hurts though…That he just…did that…” Richard says softly, looking down at his hard on and shaking his head…he was going to have to jerk off in the shower wasn’t he? But right now he’d wait.
“Why’d you wait to tell me?” Richard asked as Gabriel’s arms tightened and a ghost of his breath tickled the back of his neck.
“Because…I didn’t realize how much it was hurting Misha, seeing you like this. Though damn it if he really loved you he’d accept you as you are…That and uh…I didn’t know how you’d react to being gay either…” Gabriel looked to Richard who just shook his head.
“You’re like a mother hen…You can’t keep this stuff from me, Gabriel!” Richard said in exasperation. Gabriel hung his head.
“I know…but there’s always a time for everything and usually when the time feels right is when I show you this stuff…” Gabriel said softly and Richard looked back to him and sighed. He knew Gabriel meant well so he let it drop and Gabriel was glad…
--Misha-
Misha couldn’t help but be somewhat…pained by the encounter. Not just physically but emotionally. He’d made things worse. Richard hated him now…The man Misha loved and who had loved Misha before the accident…hated him because Misha had been so damn pushy…Misha had wanted his Richard back no matter what…But this…
No-one else knew what had been going on between them. It had been kept a secret…but even now he was sure he’d lost Richard to Jared because of the way Misha had been pushing…no…maybe he’d lost him well before that. He’d noticed the way Richard had become quiet around him…
It was only a matter of time before Misha’s heart would have shattered. It had shattered with the kneeing to his groin and when Richard had been too furious to punch him again, when the other actor had walked off the set with pure anger on his face, Jared following him.
They gave Misha a chance to regain himself before returning to the scene. Three hours later he was driving home and when he got into the apartment he found Richard sprawled out on his bed, the door to the room wide open as Richard looked down at a photo album… Misha recognized the album and went cold as he strode in there and took it from Richard and snapped it shut.
“Where did you find this?” Misha asked dangerously. There was a reason why he was so protective over this. They were photos from their dates days after the conventions and even some a few days before Richard’s accident.
Richard didn’t look up when he answered…
“Under your bed…with that stuff…” He nodded towards the box of stuff that Misha had hoarded and kept that had been gifts from Richard before. Some of them had been photo shoots of Richard in varying outfits and others had been silly t-shirts they had sent each other.
When Richard had come over after the accident, Misha had put them in the box along with the pictures of them trying to squeeze the life out of each other with hugs…
“What were you doing in my room?” Misha asked as his heart ached for Richard right now as the older man shifted and looked…hurt? No…more like ashamed.
“I just wanted to see if you had anything that could help me…Because I know you hate the way I am now…” Misha’s heart shattered yet again as he realized what that look had been. Richard had looked disappointed and rejected not to mention hurt.
He never meant for Richard to feel like Misha hated him. Yet Misha was just speechless as Richard looked away and took out a suitcase and he started packing his clothes and Misha’s heart felt like a dead broken bloody weight now.
“Richard-“ He started to say, but the older man ignored him as he finished packing up his meager belongings.
“You hate me, that much is clear. You hate me! You clearly want me to be someone I’m not anymore and I can see how it’s tearing you apart! I can’t live here anymore, knowing that, and knowing that you-“ He shook his head and pushed past Misha and left.
Misha ran after him and tried to catch him, but the bastard was fast and he had already hailed a cab and was already getting in and slamming the door shut. Misha called out for Richard and saw the older man look back but then turn away, and saw how Richard’s shoulders slumped and the way his head hung as the cab turned a corner, and Misha saw through the side window..He saw the glistening teartracks on Richard’s face…
Misha found out a few days later that the crew had given Richard his old trailer to bunk in for a while. Everyone noticed how Richard would refuse to talk to Misha outside of the lines he was supposed to deliver, which he still somehow did excellently. Misha though…he saw the hurt and betrayal on Richard’s face for Gabriel’s death scene in Hammer of the God’s…Misha knew that was all too real and it broke his heart again. He wondered just how many times his heart could break before it couldn’t be fixed again…It throbbed painfully after the scene when he saw Mark for once break character and kneel down to Richard.
“Hey, Richard, you okay?” Mark asked as Richard just nodded and sat up, wiping tears away from his eyes.
“Sorry…yeah ‘m fine…just…a really emotional scene,” Richard muttered and Mark nodded. They went through it four more times before it was called.
Everyone said sad goodbyes to Richard, though promising he could be back on in the next season. Misha went back to Richard’s trailer and quietly went inside the unlocked trailer and sat on the recliner in there even as a few minutes later Richard came in and without looking at the recliner, closed and locked the door before the older man collapsed on the couch. He…he looked so heartbroken and worn…
Misha got up silently and made his way over and sat down on the couch and silently wrapped his arms around Richard’s waist and pulled him close. Richard started and looked to Misha, eyes wide as he clearly hadn’t expected anyone there…
He considered Misha for a moment before he turned away and let his head rest against Misha’s chest. An action that surprised Misha bit, as he hadn’t been expecting him to stay still…Yet Misha stayed there and brought one hand up to card through Richard’s soft hair…though it was somewhat gelled cause of the makeup department, but he didn’t care…
“I’m sorry, Richard…” Misha said after a brief silence, “I never meant to hurt you like I did…I never thought I’d end up pushing you away…I was stupid…Yeah I wanted you to have your memories back…But I completely disregarded what was in front of me the whole time…YOU. I was looking too hard. If I had been paying attention…I would have realized just how lonely you were because of what I was doing…I didn’t realize that you were there all along but you were only ever…you on set, when I wasn’t looking for you…Not until it was too late…” Misha swallowed and looked up at the ceiling.
“You know what hurt the most?” Richard whispered in a shuddering voice, “is remembering the first time you…” Richard shuddered, “That you said you thought I was hot…only to find that you didn’t like me the way I am not…And I saw those photos how…how happy we were and I knew I couldn’t stay there when I saw your look of horror and…and how…how sad you got. I didn’t want you living with a…ghost…” Richard muttered and Misha shook his head.
“God, I’m sorry Richard...That…I knew I’d hurt you from what I did earlier that day and just seeing how pissed and hurt you were broke my heart, and then seeing you, looking at all those photos and everything after…it hurt.” Misha muttered as Richard looked up and him quietly. Misha saw the sadness there and…and he had to fix it damn it! He had to fix what he’d done…
So he shifted until Richard was upright and then leaned in and kissed him. Richard’s lips were as soft as Misha remembered, but he also knew that Richard had stiffened…
--Richard-
He hadn’t expected it to happen. Not today not when he was just so down…for Misha to be there. Yet he liked the warmth of Misha’s arms and he listened as Misha apologized, poured his heart out and apologized some more after Richard’s own words...
What really surprised him was when Misha kissed him and the moment he stiffened with surprise is when the sprinklers turned on inside the warehouse and extinguished the fire and Gabriel let out an audible sigh.
“Finally,” Gabriel whispered before he touched two fingers to the back of Richard’s head and warmth flooded Richard and images and words, thoughts and feelings all rushed into him and then Gabriel had vanished but when Richard felt his own hum in his chest he knew…he knew he was whole again even as the room disappeared and he saw Misha starting to pull away
…Misha… He saw the hurt on Misha’s face when Richard had stiffened but that…no that was unacceptable.
Richard pulled him back and kissed him, lifting up the other actor and his boyfriend a warm kiss was all Misha needed to keep kissing him and when the two were all over each other and Richard was panting for breath Misha was looking at him with wide eyes as Richard grins and kissed him again.
“I missed those kisses Misha.” He said with a grin. Your kisses always were special, and apparently they can restore my memory,”
He said with a happy chuckle and he saw the warmth and surprise in Misha’s eyes as Richard basically glomped the poor man. Richard whispered words of how much he loved Misha as Misha tried to apologize by Richard would stop him with a kiss.
“It’s okay. I know and I just want to mend your poor heart so we can be back on the same page,” Richard whispered and Misha smiled his eyes teary as Richard ran a finger along Misha’s crotch.
When they were done kissing the life out of each other Richard watches as Misha downs some water and he looks to Richard.
“Is uh…Gabriel still there?” Misha asked awkwardly and Richard just laughed.
“I WAS Gabriel, Misha. It was all me.” he then pauses and smirks at Misha who seems to have understood him.
“I didn’t think you’d end up jealous though, and jerking off in the bathroom,” He says with a smirk as Misha’s eyes widened. Misha smacked his shoulder lightly and Richard chuckled and kissed him again.
Richard kissed Misha again and nuzzled his nose against Misha’s.
“Though if that ever happens again and if I ever get taken to a therapist again, you’re gonna get more than a punch to the face and kneed in the balls. I had to stop him from doing more even though I wanted to see you hurt for that too.” Richard said with a growl and Misha blinked.
“Oh God…Richard I--…Tell me how I can fix this…”
“You don’t need to, you came back, you tried to fix things…You freed me from my own prison in my head with that kiss. Kinda like some sort of fairytale, huh?” Richard said with a chuckle and he was happy to see Misha smiling, and seeing the light in Misha’s eyes again.
He only just realized how dull those beautiful blue eyes had been, and Richard stole the words from Misha as he kissed him again and then with a grin led him into the bedroom.