drabbles100 Challenge: Michael Samuelle. 6, 7, and 8/100
Title: Together
Characters: Michael/Simone; Operations referred to
Prompt: Hours
Word count: 100
Rating PGish
Summary: “I shall be telling this with a sigh-“
Spoilers: through mid-Season 3.
Hours -- Together
“We’re very disappointed, Michael.
We expected better from you. From you and from Simone.”
They’ll separate us.
Stay strong, Michael. Whatever they do, they can’t make us any less married.
Operations will cancel you. He’s been looking for an excuse.
He can try. Right after I kick his ass.
I’m serious, Simone. They’ll never let us stay together. Be together.
Probably not for long. We’ll have to take what we can get. A few hours here; a few hours there.
Hours? Is that enough for you?
Yes. If we’re together. We’ll have to make each hour together last a lifetime.
Title: Paranoia
Characters: Michael/Simone; one canon character referred to
Prompt: Days
Word count: 100
Author's Notes: Spoilers through mid-Season 3.
Days -- Paranoia
Try to smile, Michael
Pretend you enjoy spending downtime with your wife.
They’re up to something.
You’re paranoid.
I’m serious.
You’re *always* serious. That’s part of your problem, you know.
Why do they suddenly accept our being together? It feels wrong.
Being together? You’re just not used to it.
It’s been almost three months, and now they give us five whole days to be together?
And you’ve already wasted an hour trying to second-guess them. Just let it go.
I’m sorry. It’s just this feeling-
Michael Samuelle has a gut feeling? I’ll alert the media.
Simone, who is Salla Vacek?
Title: Strangers
Characters: Michael/Simone; one canon character referred to
Prompt: Weeks
Word count: 100
Author's Notes: Spoilers through mid-Season 4.
Weeks -- Strangers
Excuse me.
I’m sorry. Oops. Careful.
Two dancers; one dance, but at different tempos.
Simone and I haven’t been together for weeks. We’ve hardly had the chance to get used to each other before we’re sent in different directions again.
She thinks I’m a slob. I think she can’t cook; though I don’t tell her. I am polite. We are polite. Distant. Like strangers.
“Davenport missed his mark again. Transferring him from Housekeeping was a mistake.”
“He’ll be okay. It takes time. Not everyone is as perfect as you.”
A joke? Insult? I don’t know.
I don’t know my wife.
My drabbles100 prompt table is here.
Characters: Michael/Simone; Operations referred to
Prompt: Hours
Word count: 100
Rating PGish
Summary: “I shall be telling this with a sigh-“
Spoilers: through mid-Season 3.
Hours -- Together
“We’re very disappointed, Michael.
We expected better from you. From you and from Simone.”
They’ll separate us.
Stay strong, Michael. Whatever they do, they can’t make us any less married.
Operations will cancel you. He’s been looking for an excuse.
He can try. Right after I kick his ass.
I’m serious, Simone. They’ll never let us stay together. Be together.
Probably not for long. We’ll have to take what we can get. A few hours here; a few hours there.
Hours? Is that enough for you?
Yes. If we’re together. We’ll have to make each hour together last a lifetime.
Title: Paranoia
Characters: Michael/Simone; one canon character referred to
Prompt: Days
Word count: 100
Author's Notes: Spoilers through mid-Season 3.
Days -- Paranoia
Try to smile, Michael
Pretend you enjoy spending downtime with your wife.
They’re up to something.
You’re paranoid.
I’m serious.
You’re *always* serious. That’s part of your problem, you know.
Why do they suddenly accept our being together? It feels wrong.
Being together? You’re just not used to it.
It’s been almost three months, and now they give us five whole days to be together?
And you’ve already wasted an hour trying to second-guess them. Just let it go.
I’m sorry. It’s just this feeling-
Michael Samuelle has a gut feeling? I’ll alert the media.
Simone, who is Salla Vacek?
Title: Strangers
Characters: Michael/Simone; one canon character referred to
Prompt: Weeks
Word count: 100
Author's Notes: Spoilers through mid-Season 4.
Weeks -- Strangers
Excuse me.
I’m sorry. Oops. Careful.
Two dancers; one dance, but at different tempos.
Simone and I haven’t been together for weeks. We’ve hardly had the chance to get used to each other before we’re sent in different directions again.
She thinks I’m a slob. I think she can’t cook; though I don’t tell her. I am polite. We are polite. Distant. Like strangers.
“Davenport missed his mark again. Transferring him from Housekeeping was a mistake.”
“He’ll be okay. It takes time. Not everyone is as perfect as you.”
A joke? Insult? I don’t know.
I don’t know my wife.
My drabbles100 prompt table is here.