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Locked to Michael

Nov 19, 2005 17:36

Vic was still feeling a little shaken by the way that the oilien had just... possessed him. He pushed open his front door with no other thought in mind than taking a hot bath and ridding himself of the residue of the oilien that made his skin slick and coated his clothes. His skin was tender, raw where the heat had stung it ( Read more... )

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_alienated_ November 20 2005, 02:27:45 UTC

Michael hears his phone, but is in the middle of a maritime battle, and can't stop to answer. He figures if it's important, whomever it is will call back or leave a message. But he can't very well leave Noah in the tub alone. That's likely to end up with rainbow-colored water the flavor of root beer and gummi worms ( ... )

finishedlast November 20 2005, 02:41:17 UTC

Vic had just gotten out of his own bath and was padding about in search of clean clothes. When he heard the phone start to shrill, he raced for it, one sock on and one off, and grabbed it.

"Mansfield!"

At the sound of Michael's voice, he suddenly felt a knot that had tightened in his chest begin to release itself.

"Michael, thank god. What're you doing right now? I've got to see you and I don't want to talk over the phone."

_alienated_ November 20 2005, 02:48:59 UTC

"Hey, Vic,"

That's all Michael manages to get out before the other man cuts him off and starts to talk a mile a minute. Michael just sits and listens until Vic stops and takes a breath.

"Well, uh... I just put Noah to bed and I was kicking back. You know, he's too damned smart for my own good. It's like every new day is a whole new challenge." Michael pauses, finally registering that the urgent tone from the voicemail really hasn't changed any.

"Sorry, got off on a tangent there. What's up? Where do you need me to meet you?"

finishedlast November 20 2005, 03:00:22 UTC

Vic's listening, phone held to his ear, and trying his damnedest to get inside of a pair of reluctant jeans as he does so. The effort isn't particularly successful as he hops around, growing ever more frustrated. He sighs with relief as Michael stops talking, even though ordinarily he'd be charmed.

"Maybe I can come there, if that's okay. I'll bring you beer or something, if you like, but... I need to see you right now."

He succeeds in getting both legs into his jeans, and falls flat onto his ass with a curse.

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