but my words, like silent raindrops fell (emily owens md; emily/micah)
Three posts in one day. Shocking. Yes, I wrote for this show. I discovered it and really enjoy it. Also I am totally smitten for Emily/Micah so much that I had to start writing them.
So please be kind. This is my first foray into a new fandom and I forgot how nerve wracking it is.
but my words, like silent raindrops fell
summary: he’s always strong for her and she wonders who’ll help him when it runs out.
pairing: emily/micah
rating: nothing you wouldn’t see on the CW.
disclaimer: if they were mine, Emily and Micah would have been a couple since the Pilot. Title comes from the beautiful Simon and Garfunkel song. If you’ve never heard the song, You Tube it now.
spoilers: very vague ones for all episodes aired including “Emily and the Predator.”
author’s note: Oh, this is very AU with sprinkling of actual canon events. So please keep that in mind because Emily will be a bit different here than on the actual show. Also for the purpose of this story, Micah and Emily are the same age. For these character’s backstories and past, this is all my head canon.
“When you’re at your absolute worst, at your most depressed, just remember that you can always… you know. You got my number.” - Vaughn, Alias
He’s twelve when the principal comes to collect him from English class. Clinging to his backpack, he nods as tears well his eyes.
“I am so sorry, Micah.”
For the next three weeks, he never leaves his mother’s side, holding her hand and hugging her tightly as he tries to be strong for her.
You are the man of the house now, Micah.
He makes a promise to himself that he will never make his mother cry.
_
His mother gives him a knowing smile the day he announces he wants to be a doctor. Kissing him on the head, she tells him how proud she is. “I wish your father was here. To see what a wonderful young man you have become.”
Overwhelmed, he merely nods, wrapping himself in the familiar comfort of his mother’s arms.
Please don’t make her cry, his heart whispers, you promised.
-
He tells his interns it gets easier. Yet, telling any patient bad news never gets easier or hurts less. A doctor is like a poker player. Don’t ever let anyone see your tell.
As he stands at the end of his mother’s bed, her chart taunting him as he brushes past it.
His trembling fingers cover her hand and he wishes he could just stop thinking.
You are going to break her heart, Micah.
--
Being in surgery forces his mind to stay focus on the task at hand and reaffirm his belief in being a doctor.
It wasn’t to see people in pain or watch them crumble at bad news but to help. To heal. He knows how selfish it is but these rare moments are his salvation.
It gives him the strength to greet his mother with a smile, kiss, and conviction that she will beat cancer.
--
Surprised at the sight of his mother with a young woman, he approaches them with a smile touching his lips and his heart a little less heavy.
His mother peers up at him, her cheeks rosy and still healthy, her eyes twinkling as she introduces him to her new friend.
Emily.
Her long blonde hair brushes against her shoulders as she reaches up to shake his hand before turning her attention back to the crossword puzzle between her and his mother.
He’s contented in watching his mother interact with Emily as they bend their heads together to work on the jumble. They’ve given up on the crossword after he can’t help them with the last clues.
Emily gives them an smile as she gathers her things and says her goodbyes. He blushes as he feels his mother give him a look.
“She’s cute.”
“I didn’t notice.”
He groans as his mother continues to tease him on the way back to her room but he can’t stop the warmth blooming in his chest.
---
He gets a chance to really talk to the mystery blonde angel a week later. He’s in the cafeteria to get a late breakfast when he notices her sitting at a nearby table with a book.
She greets him with a smile and bright eyes. He struggles to remember why he’s come over to her.
Her nose scrunches when he awkwardly sits in the chair, nearly falling over in the process, and he finds himself laughing with her for several minutes.
For all her smiles and cheerful attitude, there is something sad about her, a flicker of pain she hides well but one he knows all too well.
--
As a volunteer, Emily is often around when his mother has her chemo treatments and he’s touched when she stays with her long past her shift or comes in on her days off.
One day, he brings her coffee and a package of ring dings (remembering how they are her comfort food on bad days), he bravely asks her why she is doing all this for him. For his mother.
She lets out a shaky breath. There is the flash of pain in her eyes which breaks his heart. “Because you can’t do it alone, Micah.” She pauses, smiling weakly. “And you looked like you could use a friend.”
He barely restrains himself from doing something impulsive like kiss her. He thinks one day, and especially not when there aren’t hundreds of eyes watching them.
--
“You had no right.”
Emily winces.
He can barely look at her, the fury building up with each second.
Her fingers tremble against the soft fabric of her scarf. “I’m so sorry, Micah. I just -“
Stiffening at her words, he looks at her in disgust. “Stay away from my mother.”
--
Boxing becomes his therapy. He’s boiling over in rage and contempt that his mother forces him to stay away from him.
Her dismissal stings but she’s resolute and with the little strength she has, she gives him a piece of her mind.
As he sags to against his gym locker, he rubs his shaking hands against his face, exhaustion overtaking him.
He hates feeling like this all the time but he’s just so tired. He’s tired of being alone, holding himself up and his mother.
You can’t be strong all the time, Micah.
His vision swims with a smiling and kind blonde haired girl and his heart longs for her.
“I miss you,” he whispers. I miss you.
--
Will Collins, one of the other residents, clues him in after cornering him in the hallway. “If you hurt Owens again, I will repay the favor even if it costs me my job.”
Perfect blonde Will.
He hates how his first reaction is jealously and thoughts of perfect Will dating Emily. Images he valiantly tries to get out of his brain.
“She’s my best friend. She might have made a mistake but she doesn’t deserve you being such a bastard.”
Micah’s oddly pleased by Will saying best friend.
Still, he squares his shoulders, coolly assessing the other resident before briskly telling him to mind his own damn business and leave him alone.
--
He’s reviewing a patient’s chart when something clicks in his mind.
“You are a doctor.”
A pile of papers flutter to the ground. Emily hurriedly bends down to pick them up, nervously running a hand through her hair
He curses himself for scaring her. Kneeling down to eye level, she hesitantly looks up at him, before busying herself with organizing the loose papers.
She stills when he touches her arm.
He barely hears her quiet “I was a doctor.”
He’s left with silence and questions.
--
A browser is left open when he goes to use a computer in the on call room.
Fight for Sarah: Denver General Sued for Negligence.
Curious, he scrolls through the article, his breath catching when he sees her name.
He wonders how much groveling and ring dings would ever make up for his behavior.
--
This wasn’t his mother, he thinks bitterly, this frail and broken woman wasn’t the loving person who raised him.
He blinks back tears. It hurts to see her like this and he just wants his mom back.
First, he was getting Emily back.
--
She’s still in pain. The chemo is working but he knows what her doctors aren’t saying. Emily knows it too.
He feels a bit lighter at the thought of her.
She is still skittish around him, barely looking at him, and he’s barely able to pry more than three words from her.
It makes him miss his Emily even more.
--
“Please man, just ask her out.”
Micah rolls his eyes at Will who is leaning against the nurses’ desk. He hates this - the insecurity and sense that Emily will never see him as more than a friend.
She had a thing for Will for years.
There are so many things he wants to ask to Emily.
And damn Will for knowing the one thing he wanted to ask first.
--
The day of his mother’s checkup, it is the first warm and sunny day Denver has had in weeks. His mother smiles, relishing the feel of sun on her face, and he clings to her hand as he leads her to his car.
“It is going to be a good day, Micah.”
He nods encouragingly, his eyes lifting to the sky in a silent prayer.
Practically skipping through the halls, he heads down to volunteer front desk. He finds her with a leukemia patient named Sarah. They are sharing a ring ding because it’s Sarah’s twelfth birthday.
He shares a secret smile with Emily when Sarah beats them again at go fish.
Yes, he thinks, as Emily’s gaze lingers on him, it is going to be a good day.
Two hours later, he’s still with his mother in her oncologist’s office, trying to will away the butterflies and the doctor side of his brain from over thinking as another five minutes pass by.
--
He wants to laugh at her gaping mouth and wide eyes. It’s easier to do than resist the pull of tucking the loose hair behind her ear.
“Dinner?”
He raises an eyebrow at her squeak. “Yes, dinner. My mom and I would like you to come with us. You do know what dinner is right? A real meal that isn’t ring dings or swiss rolls-”
She narrows her eyes at his teasing. “I don’t -” She falters when he gives her a knowing look. “I can’t. You should celebrate with your mom. I don’t want to intrude.”
He stills. Touching her hand, he forces her to look at him. “I wouldn’t be.” He murmurs. “My mom wants you to be there. I want you there.”
Emily sighs. “You should be with your family.”
In that moment, he comes to another breathtaking realization, giving him courage to finally say what’s in his heart. “You are family, Emily.”
Her blinding smile nearly brings him to his knees.
--
He’s never known one piece of paper could feel so heavy.
Folding it up, his eyes take in her blank face and slumped shoulders, willing himself to say something.
“I just can’t believe that -”
Micah smiles sadly as her voice trails off. After all her struggles, he thinks, three paragraphs are supposed to erase all those months of pain and uncertainty?
Blonde hair spills over her face making her look so young and lost. His hand intertwines with hers. I love you, he hopes his touch says, I love you. I’ll always be here.
“You just need time.”
Emily leans into him, her eyes flicker over his face. “Yes,” She whispers, he shivers as her fingers touch his cheek. “-but I need you more. ”
Blinking, he grins. I love you is what he hears. He’s patient. One day they will say it out loud but now --
He’s lost in her kiss, her warm lips opening against his, she molds into his arms, and he smiles against her mouth.
--
You never have to be alone, Micah. You don’t have to always be the strong one. Because you have me. You’ll always have me.
fin;;
So, yes another author's note. Sorry! This fic was inspired by a need to write an AU story and I had another idea which I briefly touched on here. Also all the Micah back story comes from what little we have gotten from the writers thus far. Since there has been no mention of Micah having siblings or a father, I get the impression that his Mom is his only immediate family and considering how protective he's been of her and thrown himself into ensuring her care thus far, is the only care giver she has.
Emily's back story is alluded to here, and yes, I do know exactly what it is. Her situation was partly inspired by Elementary and Joan Watson.
I might come back to this universe and write some more drabbles but we will see. I have other Emily/Micah fics to review and think about other possible stories to tell.
This ship needs more fic badly.
Also, the Vaughn quote? I HAD TO. Sydney/Vaughn will forever be one of my favorite OTPs and that quote so fit this story.
So please be kind. This is my first foray into a new fandom and I forgot how nerve wracking it is.
but my words, like silent raindrops fell
summary: he’s always strong for her and she wonders who’ll help him when it runs out.
pairing: emily/micah
rating: nothing you wouldn’t see on the CW.
disclaimer: if they were mine, Emily and Micah would have been a couple since the Pilot. Title comes from the beautiful Simon and Garfunkel song. If you’ve never heard the song, You Tube it now.
spoilers: very vague ones for all episodes aired including “Emily and the Predator.”
author’s note: Oh, this is very AU with sprinkling of actual canon events. So please keep that in mind because Emily will be a bit different here than on the actual show. Also for the purpose of this story, Micah and Emily are the same age. For these character’s backstories and past, this is all my head canon.
“When you’re at your absolute worst, at your most depressed, just remember that you can always… you know. You got my number.” - Vaughn, Alias
He’s twelve when the principal comes to collect him from English class. Clinging to his backpack, he nods as tears well his eyes.
“I am so sorry, Micah.”
For the next three weeks, he never leaves his mother’s side, holding her hand and hugging her tightly as he tries to be strong for her.
You are the man of the house now, Micah.
He makes a promise to himself that he will never make his mother cry.
_
His mother gives him a knowing smile the day he announces he wants to be a doctor. Kissing him on the head, she tells him how proud she is. “I wish your father was here. To see what a wonderful young man you have become.”
Overwhelmed, he merely nods, wrapping himself in the familiar comfort of his mother’s arms.
Please don’t make her cry, his heart whispers, you promised.
-
He tells his interns it gets easier. Yet, telling any patient bad news never gets easier or hurts less. A doctor is like a poker player. Don’t ever let anyone see your tell.
As he stands at the end of his mother’s bed, her chart taunting him as he brushes past it.
His trembling fingers cover her hand and he wishes he could just stop thinking.
You are going to break her heart, Micah.
--
Being in surgery forces his mind to stay focus on the task at hand and reaffirm his belief in being a doctor.
It wasn’t to see people in pain or watch them crumble at bad news but to help. To heal. He knows how selfish it is but these rare moments are his salvation.
It gives him the strength to greet his mother with a smile, kiss, and conviction that she will beat cancer.
--
Surprised at the sight of his mother with a young woman, he approaches them with a smile touching his lips and his heart a little less heavy.
His mother peers up at him, her cheeks rosy and still healthy, her eyes twinkling as she introduces him to her new friend.
Emily.
Her long blonde hair brushes against her shoulders as she reaches up to shake his hand before turning her attention back to the crossword puzzle between her and his mother.
He’s contented in watching his mother interact with Emily as they bend their heads together to work on the jumble. They’ve given up on the crossword after he can’t help them with the last clues.
Emily gives them an smile as she gathers her things and says her goodbyes. He blushes as he feels his mother give him a look.
“She’s cute.”
“I didn’t notice.”
He groans as his mother continues to tease him on the way back to her room but he can’t stop the warmth blooming in his chest.
---
He gets a chance to really talk to the mystery blonde angel a week later. He’s in the cafeteria to get a late breakfast when he notices her sitting at a nearby table with a book.
She greets him with a smile and bright eyes. He struggles to remember why he’s come over to her.
Her nose scrunches when he awkwardly sits in the chair, nearly falling over in the process, and he finds himself laughing with her for several minutes.
For all her smiles and cheerful attitude, there is something sad about her, a flicker of pain she hides well but one he knows all too well.
--
As a volunteer, Emily is often around when his mother has her chemo treatments and he’s touched when she stays with her long past her shift or comes in on her days off.
One day, he brings her coffee and a package of ring dings (remembering how they are her comfort food on bad days), he bravely asks her why she is doing all this for him. For his mother.
She lets out a shaky breath. There is the flash of pain in her eyes which breaks his heart. “Because you can’t do it alone, Micah.” She pauses, smiling weakly. “And you looked like you could use a friend.”
He barely restrains himself from doing something impulsive like kiss her. He thinks one day, and especially not when there aren’t hundreds of eyes watching them.
--
“You had no right.”
Emily winces.
He can barely look at her, the fury building up with each second.
Her fingers tremble against the soft fabric of her scarf. “I’m so sorry, Micah. I just -“
Stiffening at her words, he looks at her in disgust. “Stay away from my mother.”
--
Boxing becomes his therapy. He’s boiling over in rage and contempt that his mother forces him to stay away from him.
Her dismissal stings but she’s resolute and with the little strength she has, she gives him a piece of her mind.
As he sags to against his gym locker, he rubs his shaking hands against his face, exhaustion overtaking him.
He hates feeling like this all the time but he’s just so tired. He’s tired of being alone, holding himself up and his mother.
You can’t be strong all the time, Micah.
His vision swims with a smiling and kind blonde haired girl and his heart longs for her.
“I miss you,” he whispers. I miss you.
--
Will Collins, one of the other residents, clues him in after cornering him in the hallway. “If you hurt Owens again, I will repay the favor even if it costs me my job.”
Perfect blonde Will.
He hates how his first reaction is jealously and thoughts of perfect Will dating Emily. Images he valiantly tries to get out of his brain.
“She’s my best friend. She might have made a mistake but she doesn’t deserve you being such a bastard.”
Micah’s oddly pleased by Will saying best friend.
Still, he squares his shoulders, coolly assessing the other resident before briskly telling him to mind his own damn business and leave him alone.
--
He’s reviewing a patient’s chart when something clicks in his mind.
“You are a doctor.”
A pile of papers flutter to the ground. Emily hurriedly bends down to pick them up, nervously running a hand through her hair
He curses himself for scaring her. Kneeling down to eye level, she hesitantly looks up at him, before busying herself with organizing the loose papers.
She stills when he touches her arm.
He barely hears her quiet “I was a doctor.”
He’s left with silence and questions.
--
A browser is left open when he goes to use a computer in the on call room.
Fight for Sarah: Denver General Sued for Negligence.
Curious, he scrolls through the article, his breath catching when he sees her name.
He wonders how much groveling and ring dings would ever make up for his behavior.
--
This wasn’t his mother, he thinks bitterly, this frail and broken woman wasn’t the loving person who raised him.
He blinks back tears. It hurts to see her like this and he just wants his mom back.
First, he was getting Emily back.
--
She’s still in pain. The chemo is working but he knows what her doctors aren’t saying. Emily knows it too.
He feels a bit lighter at the thought of her.
She is still skittish around him, barely looking at him, and he’s barely able to pry more than three words from her.
It makes him miss his Emily even more.
--
“Please man, just ask her out.”
Micah rolls his eyes at Will who is leaning against the nurses’ desk. He hates this - the insecurity and sense that Emily will never see him as more than a friend.
She had a thing for Will for years.
There are so many things he wants to ask to Emily.
And damn Will for knowing the one thing he wanted to ask first.
--
The day of his mother’s checkup, it is the first warm and sunny day Denver has had in weeks. His mother smiles, relishing the feel of sun on her face, and he clings to her hand as he leads her to his car.
“It is going to be a good day, Micah.”
He nods encouragingly, his eyes lifting to the sky in a silent prayer.
Practically skipping through the halls, he heads down to volunteer front desk. He finds her with a leukemia patient named Sarah. They are sharing a ring ding because it’s Sarah’s twelfth birthday.
He shares a secret smile with Emily when Sarah beats them again at go fish.
Yes, he thinks, as Emily’s gaze lingers on him, it is going to be a good day.
Two hours later, he’s still with his mother in her oncologist’s office, trying to will away the butterflies and the doctor side of his brain from over thinking as another five minutes pass by.
--
He wants to laugh at her gaping mouth and wide eyes. It’s easier to do than resist the pull of tucking the loose hair behind her ear.
“Dinner?”
He raises an eyebrow at her squeak. “Yes, dinner. My mom and I would like you to come with us. You do know what dinner is right? A real meal that isn’t ring dings or swiss rolls-”
She narrows her eyes at his teasing. “I don’t -” She falters when he gives her a knowing look. “I can’t. You should celebrate with your mom. I don’t want to intrude.”
He stills. Touching her hand, he forces her to look at him. “I wouldn’t be.” He murmurs. “My mom wants you to be there. I want you there.”
Emily sighs. “You should be with your family.”
In that moment, he comes to another breathtaking realization, giving him courage to finally say what’s in his heart. “You are family, Emily.”
Her blinding smile nearly brings him to his knees.
--
He’s never known one piece of paper could feel so heavy.
Folding it up, his eyes take in her blank face and slumped shoulders, willing himself to say something.
“I just can’t believe that -”
Micah smiles sadly as her voice trails off. After all her struggles, he thinks, three paragraphs are supposed to erase all those months of pain and uncertainty?
Blonde hair spills over her face making her look so young and lost. His hand intertwines with hers. I love you, he hopes his touch says, I love you. I’ll always be here.
“You just need time.”
Emily leans into him, her eyes flicker over his face. “Yes,” She whispers, he shivers as her fingers touch his cheek. “-but I need you more. ”
Blinking, he grins. I love you is what he hears. He’s patient. One day they will say it out loud but now --
He’s lost in her kiss, her warm lips opening against his, she molds into his arms, and he smiles against her mouth.
--
You never have to be alone, Micah. You don’t have to always be the strong one. Because you have me. You’ll always have me.
fin;;
So, yes another author's note. Sorry! This fic was inspired by a need to write an AU story and I had another idea which I briefly touched on here. Also all the Micah back story comes from what little we have gotten from the writers thus far. Since there has been no mention of Micah having siblings or a father, I get the impression that his Mom is his only immediate family and considering how protective he's been of her and thrown himself into ensuring her care thus far, is the only care giver she has.
Emily's back story is alluded to here, and yes, I do know exactly what it is. Her situation was partly inspired by Elementary and Joan Watson.
I might come back to this universe and write some more drabbles but we will see. I have other Emily/Micah fics to review and think about other possible stories to tell.
This ship needs more fic badly.
Also, the Vaughn quote? I HAD TO. Sydney/Vaughn will forever be one of my favorite OTPs and that quote so fit this story.