...And Other Assorted Love Songs (11/?)
Title:...And Other Assorted Love Songs
Author: boo_coo_blue
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Mike/Micky (notice the absence of 'unrequited')
Warnings: Slash (kissing), language.
Summary: Mike and Micky talk, Mike takes care of a problem, a six degrees of separation moment occurs, and there is much happiness.
A/N- Yeah, I got busy with school and work, so I'm catching up on my day off. There maybe two more chapters today, but I'm not promising....And also, here is the link for chapter ten, since it's been forever....
community.livejournal.com/monkeesfic/207713.html#cutid1
Chapter Eleven: What The Hell Were You Thinking?
“Uh…Mick…I think we need to talk….”
Mike looked real serious, almost sad in a way. Micky sat down on his bed, frowning, wondering what was going on.
“Okay. What’s up?”
“Oh. Well, uhm….”
Mike was fumbling. This couldn’t be good.
“See, you remember the party we played the other night?”
Micky shrugged; there had been a lot of parties lately. “Which one?”
“The one at the mansion.”
“Yeah.”
“So you remember it?”
Micky nodded, wondering where on earth Mike was going with this.
“Uh, you remember the other band there, The Ohx, or something like that?”
“Yeah, I think so.”
“Oh. Good.” Mike sort of nodded a bit, staring at the floor. Micky felt his patience slipping a bit and stood up.
“Mike, if that’s going to be all you wanted to talk to me about, I think I’m gonna turn in. I’m real tired.”
“No, wait! I’m sorry, but this is kinda awkward…I have something that I really need to talk to you about.”
Micky walked over to the bed Mike was sitting on and sat beside him. “Okay. Is it bad?”
Mike was silent and Micky took that as an answer. “Whatever it is, just tell me.”
“Don’t get mad, alright….But at that party, I over heard Ann and one of the guys from that band. They were….”
Mike looked like he didn’t want to finish the sentence.
“They were what? Talking?”
“Uh…No, there wasn’t a whole lot of talking going on.”
Micky seemed to get it. “Oh.”
“I’m sorry Mick, I really am.”
Micky sighed heavily. “Yeah, well, I can’t say I’m all that surprised….I’ve kinda thought something was up for a while now.”
“What?”
“She hasn’t exactly been very secretive about it, Mike.” He frowned at Mike’s shocked expression. “What’s up?”
“I thought you’d be a little more upset about this. I mean, you were in love with her, and everything….”
Micky snorted. “Uh, no I wasn’t. That hateful witch, hell no.”
Mike shook his head. “But then why….”
“Why was I even with her?” Mike nodded, and Micky looked down at the floor, almost as if he was embarrassed to answer.
“I was just with her at first because she was someone to be with. I was tired of being alone all the time….But by the time you came back, she’d latched herself on. I was going to try and end it, but we were actually getting jobs. We were making real money for the first time in months. I couldn’t end it then.”
Mike still looked confused. “Why not?”
Micky glanced up from the floor. “You don’t get it?” He stood up and pointed at Mike. “You made me the leader! You made it my job to make sure that we were all taken care of….For the first time that I can remember, we actually had extra money, and I couldn’t just pass that up….What would you have done?”
Mike’s face was beginning to turn red. “We’ve made it before, Mick! We would have been fine….” He stood up, too, and began pacing furiously. “You didn’t have to go and….” Mike shook his head. “What the hell were you thinking? Do you have any idea what this has been doing to me?”
Micky looked like he was about to start crying. “Mike, what do you….” He quit when Mike grabbed him tightly by the arms.
“I ought to punch you right now,” Mike said, but he said it quietly, gently. Then, still holding Micky by the arms, Mike pulled him closer and kissed him.
The kiss wasn’t ideal, seeing as Micky was still too shocked by Mike’s anger and surprisingness to reciprocate, but Mike wouldn’t have traded it for anything. He made sure to pour in every feeling he had felt over the past few months into it; the hurt, the love, and ultimately the understanding and the forgiveness.
When Mike pulled away, he suddenly felt cold, wondering what Micky’s response was going to be. They stared at each other for a few seconds, neither knowing what to say or what to do.
Mike realized that he still had a grip on Micky’s arms. He let go, looking away. “Sorry,” he muttered.
“It’s alright.” Micky suddenly smiled. “Hey, you know this is the first time we’ve really talked since before you left. Maybe we should do it more often.”
Mike began to grin as well; that was the sort of response he’d been hoping for.
Suddenly, Davy’s voice drifted in from downstairs. “Oi, Micky! Ann’s here!”
Both smiles disappeared instantly. Micky looked like he was going to be ill.
Mike made his mind up right then. “I’ll take care of it.” And he was out the door before Micky could say a word against it.
****
When Mike got downstairs, Ann was sitting in the living room, and Davy and his guests had gone.
“David has gone to take the two other Britons to their apartment,” Ann said, noticing Mike looking around for them. “Where is George?”
Mike frowned. “He doesn’t want to see you any more.”
“Excuse me?”
“He knows that you’ve been cheating on him. It’s over. Oh, and you’re fired.”
Ann looked at him, deadly cold. “You are going to regret this, Robert.”
“I doubt it.”
Ann turned and stormed towards the door, swinging it open to reveal the bartender from the Beachside Bar standing there with her hand raised to knock.
“Move!” Ann barreled past her.
The woman stared after her. “Are you always throwing women out of your house like that?”
“Only every once in a while,” Mike answered, feeling pleased with him self. “How can I help you?”
She held something out in her hand. “You left this at the bar.” It was his driver’s license.
“Thanks. I didn’t even know that I’d lost it…”
“Not a problem.”
Micky chose that moment to peek his head out of the room. “Is she gone?”
The woman stared at him for a moment. “Hey, Yang-Tzu!”
Micky frowned for a moment before recognizing her. “Oh, you’re that chick from the bar!”
“Wait, how do you two….”
“He and Carlos were in my bar almost a year ago. They were very memorable. How’s Peter doing? He hasn’t written for a couple of weeks now.” At Mike and Micky’s confused look, she added, “We’re pen pals.”
Mike shrugged. “He hasn’t been writing to us a whole lot lately, either.”
She nodded. “Well, I’ll let you guys get back to bed.” Mike briefly wondered what exactly she meant by that, until he remembered that he had already changed into pajamas.
She back to Mike as she was walking out the door. “Oh, did you get everything figured out?”
Mike glanced back at Micky still standing at the upstairs railing. “Yeah, I think I did.”
She smiled. “Good.”
As she was leaving, Mike called after her. “Uh…Hey! We’re having a party here in a couple of weeks, if you want to come.”
She turned around at the sidewalk. “Sure, I’ll try and make it.” She grinned. “Name’s Kelly, by the way.”
Mike chuckled and closed the door, then went back upstairs, where maybe he and Micky could do some more talking.
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Author: boo_coo_blue
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Mike/Micky (notice the absence of 'unrequited')
Warnings: Slash (kissing), language.
Summary: Mike and Micky talk, Mike takes care of a problem, a six degrees of separation moment occurs, and there is much happiness.
A/N- Yeah, I got busy with school and work, so I'm catching up on my day off. There maybe two more chapters today, but I'm not promising....And also, here is the link for chapter ten, since it's been forever....
community.livejournal.com/monkeesfic/207713.html#cutid1
Chapter Eleven: What The Hell Were You Thinking?
“Uh…Mick…I think we need to talk….”
Mike looked real serious, almost sad in a way. Micky sat down on his bed, frowning, wondering what was going on.
“Okay. What’s up?”
“Oh. Well, uhm….”
Mike was fumbling. This couldn’t be good.
“See, you remember the party we played the other night?”
Micky shrugged; there had been a lot of parties lately. “Which one?”
“The one at the mansion.”
“Yeah.”
“So you remember it?”
Micky nodded, wondering where on earth Mike was going with this.
“Uh, you remember the other band there, The Ohx, or something like that?”
“Yeah, I think so.”
“Oh. Good.” Mike sort of nodded a bit, staring at the floor. Micky felt his patience slipping a bit and stood up.
“Mike, if that’s going to be all you wanted to talk to me about, I think I’m gonna turn in. I’m real tired.”
“No, wait! I’m sorry, but this is kinda awkward…I have something that I really need to talk to you about.”
Micky walked over to the bed Mike was sitting on and sat beside him. “Okay. Is it bad?”
Mike was silent and Micky took that as an answer. “Whatever it is, just tell me.”
“Don’t get mad, alright….But at that party, I over heard Ann and one of the guys from that band. They were….”
Mike looked like he didn’t want to finish the sentence.
“They were what? Talking?”
“Uh…No, there wasn’t a whole lot of talking going on.”
Micky seemed to get it. “Oh.”
“I’m sorry Mick, I really am.”
Micky sighed heavily. “Yeah, well, I can’t say I’m all that surprised….I’ve kinda thought something was up for a while now.”
“What?”
“She hasn’t exactly been very secretive about it, Mike.” He frowned at Mike’s shocked expression. “What’s up?”
“I thought you’d be a little more upset about this. I mean, you were in love with her, and everything….”
Micky snorted. “Uh, no I wasn’t. That hateful witch, hell no.”
Mike shook his head. “But then why….”
“Why was I even with her?” Mike nodded, and Micky looked down at the floor, almost as if he was embarrassed to answer.
“I was just with her at first because she was someone to be with. I was tired of being alone all the time….But by the time you came back, she’d latched herself on. I was going to try and end it, but we were actually getting jobs. We were making real money for the first time in months. I couldn’t end it then.”
Mike still looked confused. “Why not?”
Micky glanced up from the floor. “You don’t get it?” He stood up and pointed at Mike. “You made me the leader! You made it my job to make sure that we were all taken care of….For the first time that I can remember, we actually had extra money, and I couldn’t just pass that up….What would you have done?”
Mike’s face was beginning to turn red. “We’ve made it before, Mick! We would have been fine….” He stood up, too, and began pacing furiously. “You didn’t have to go and….” Mike shook his head. “What the hell were you thinking? Do you have any idea what this has been doing to me?”
Micky looked like he was about to start crying. “Mike, what do you….” He quit when Mike grabbed him tightly by the arms.
“I ought to punch you right now,” Mike said, but he said it quietly, gently. Then, still holding Micky by the arms, Mike pulled him closer and kissed him.
The kiss wasn’t ideal, seeing as Micky was still too shocked by Mike’s anger and surprisingness to reciprocate, but Mike wouldn’t have traded it for anything. He made sure to pour in every feeling he had felt over the past few months into it; the hurt, the love, and ultimately the understanding and the forgiveness.
When Mike pulled away, he suddenly felt cold, wondering what Micky’s response was going to be. They stared at each other for a few seconds, neither knowing what to say or what to do.
Mike realized that he still had a grip on Micky’s arms. He let go, looking away. “Sorry,” he muttered.
“It’s alright.” Micky suddenly smiled. “Hey, you know this is the first time we’ve really talked since before you left. Maybe we should do it more often.”
Mike began to grin as well; that was the sort of response he’d been hoping for.
Suddenly, Davy’s voice drifted in from downstairs. “Oi, Micky! Ann’s here!”
Both smiles disappeared instantly. Micky looked like he was going to be ill.
Mike made his mind up right then. “I’ll take care of it.” And he was out the door before Micky could say a word against it.
****
When Mike got downstairs, Ann was sitting in the living room, and Davy and his guests had gone.
“David has gone to take the two other Britons to their apartment,” Ann said, noticing Mike looking around for them. “Where is George?”
Mike frowned. “He doesn’t want to see you any more.”
“Excuse me?”
“He knows that you’ve been cheating on him. It’s over. Oh, and you’re fired.”
Ann looked at him, deadly cold. “You are going to regret this, Robert.”
“I doubt it.”
Ann turned and stormed towards the door, swinging it open to reveal the bartender from the Beachside Bar standing there with her hand raised to knock.
“Move!” Ann barreled past her.
The woman stared after her. “Are you always throwing women out of your house like that?”
“Only every once in a while,” Mike answered, feeling pleased with him self. “How can I help you?”
She held something out in her hand. “You left this at the bar.” It was his driver’s license.
“Thanks. I didn’t even know that I’d lost it…”
“Not a problem.”
Micky chose that moment to peek his head out of the room. “Is she gone?”
The woman stared at him for a moment. “Hey, Yang-Tzu!”
Micky frowned for a moment before recognizing her. “Oh, you’re that chick from the bar!”
“Wait, how do you two….”
“He and Carlos were in my bar almost a year ago. They were very memorable. How’s Peter doing? He hasn’t written for a couple of weeks now.” At Mike and Micky’s confused look, she added, “We’re pen pals.”
Mike shrugged. “He hasn’t been writing to us a whole lot lately, either.”
She nodded. “Well, I’ll let you guys get back to bed.” Mike briefly wondered what exactly she meant by that, until he remembered that he had already changed into pajamas.
She back to Mike as she was walking out the door. “Oh, did you get everything figured out?”
Mike glanced back at Micky still standing at the upstairs railing. “Yeah, I think I did.”
She smiled. “Good.”
As she was leaving, Mike called after her. “Uh…Hey! We’re having a party here in a couple of weeks, if you want to come.”
She turned around at the sidewalk. “Sure, I’ll try and make it.” She grinned. “Name’s Kelly, by the way.”
Mike chuckled and closed the door, then went back upstairs, where maybe he and Micky could do some more talking.
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