For Guy: Wakey wakey!

Jun 12, 2007 19:08

When he felt himself waking up, Michael kept his eye clamped shut. He would rather just stay here in bed then face the world he'd woken up in the past few days; where the only person who knew who he was was someone who didn't like him, where the man he loved had no idea who he was and to top it off, he could be arrested and killed for just being ( Read more... )

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patriotqueen June 13 2007, 06:37:48 UTC
He expected a head-ache. He expected a severe head-ache. He expected to wake up wishing he was dead or at least numb. But as he woke he felt none of these things. Save his mind he felt quite rested.

And no longer on Brian’s couch either. No, these were definitely the poor-quality sheets of the Compound. And there was someone next to him - fidgeting.

He was back on the island. And for the first time, thankful for it.

How long had he been in Pittsburgh? Had a time passed as it had there, or had it all taken place in the time-span of a dream? Had this odd weekend occurred for all of them? Had it been Brian, Hunter and he alone?

Part of him wanted to go back to sleep and wake up a bit later pretending nothing had happened. But there was something wrong with Michael. Had he suffered a similar weekend?

"Michael?" He said softly.

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always_zephyr June 13 2007, 21:26:49 UTC
The soft, familiar way guy said his name was enough to bring Michael out of his panic enough to look around and see that instead of London, 1937, he was where he had fallen asleep all those night ago. In his bed, on the island, next to Guy. His Guy.

Sparing only a moment's thought, Michael clutched Guy in a tight embrace. "Are we back? On the island?" He asked softly and desperately, not even about to think past the answer.

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patriotqueen June 13 2007, 21:36:55 UTC
Guy closed his eyes in the embrace. "We are." He said, thankfully. This was good. This he had missed. This was the Michael he knew, not the one dancing... This was good.

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always_zephyr June 13 2007, 23:55:39 UTC
Michale clutched at Guy for a few long moments before finally relaxing his grip, but only slightly. He stayed curled up against him, thinking much along the same lines. This was his Guy, not the one at the party to which he'd just be another fuck...and this was the island, where they could be in love without fear. It was enough to let a tear or two fall. "Thank god." He'd never been more thankful for anything in his life.

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