(Set the night before this.)

After his meeting with Jesse, and some time to go over plans with Sam and Fiona, Michael went home. He still wasn't sure what to make of Jesse or their talk. He wasn't any more comforted that Jesse wouldn't shoot him, but he could hope. He had to hope ( Read more... )

(Co-written with foundherwings. Backdated several weeks.)

She wondered how Michael slept with that club next door. She figured that she had been living there for so long that he must have been use to the noise. She, however, was kept awake by the thump-thump-thump of the music coming from the door. Sighing slightly, she rolled over and curled up closer to ( Read more... )

Michael was free. Sort of. For the time being? He didn't know. He didn't know how long he had or if the jackasses were really off his back, but he was hoping. And the first thing he did - after finally getting to shore and making sure he was alive - was call Jess. And in no time he was on the road to New York. He hadn't been out of Miami ( Read more... )