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
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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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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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