Title: Shared fear
Author: Lala
Email: Lavenderlala08@hotmail.com
Rading: G
Summary: A conversation between M&M during a thunder storm.
Spoilers: River Dog, Independence Day, slightly... think that's it.
Disclaimer: M&M aren't mine. Tabasko isn't mine. Icecream isn't mine. So
basicly, nothing's mine
"Hey."
"Hey... What are you doing here?"
"It's raining, and my apartment's kind of far away.""
"We're closing in 10 minutes."
"I didn't see the jetta out front."
"Yeah, Mom has it."
"So?"
"So what?"
"So how're you getting home?"
"I was just going to hang out here until the storm let up."
"Oh."
"Okay, stop it!"
"Stop what?"
"Stop looking like that! You can stay here, too."
"I knew you couldn't resist me..."
"Shut up, Spaceboy."
"Pass me that bottle of tabasko."
"You even eat it on icecream?"
"I eat it on everything."
"You gonna pay for that?"
"What do you think."
"What, you scared of thunderstorms or something?"
"Why would you say that?"
"Because you just jumped."
"Yeah well -- you just did, too!"
"So?"
"So you're scared, too!"
"Ha!"
(Rolls eyes) "Jeez..."
"The day my Dad left there was a thunder storm, all right? My Mom cried herself to sleep, but I sat up all night staring out the window. I wanted him to come back, so Mom wouldn't be sad, and so I wouldn't be scared. He didn't, and.. well, I'm still sortof scared."
"...Oh."
"So, why are you scared?"
...
"Well?"
"...The first time Hank hit me."
"Michael--"
"I was about eight. He came home drunk during the rain. Got mad because the power went out on the TV... said... said if I was a better kid they'd give him more money so he could afoard a tellaphone to call and complain. Then when I tried to defend myself, he... he hit me." (Points to his eye) "I had a black eye for two days. And... well, the last time I saw him was right before a thunder storm, too."
"I'm sorry..."
"So am I. About your Dad, and all... You didn't deserve to be left like that."
"You didn't deserve to be abused."
"Yeah well..."
(Thunder crashes, Maria shivers)
"Come here."
"What..."
"Just come here."
"Fine..."
(Michael puts his arms around her)
"Better?"
"Mmm... thanks."
(Lights flicker, then go out. Both jump)
"You okay?"
"Fine."
"You're really tense..."
"So?"
"So... You're thinking about him, aren't you?"
"And what if I am?"
"It's okay. He's not here, and you're safe."
"Don't you think I know that?"
"Sure I do.. I just thought you might want to hear it, that it might make you feel better."
"Yeah well... thanks."
"You're welcome."
"You okay?"
"Yeah... are you?"
"Yeah... I am now."
"I'm glad."
"Thanks."
"For what?"
"For letting me stay."
"Thanks for staying here with me."
"Whatever."
(Maria smiles. When she isn't looking, Michael smiles back.)
END
[A/N Well, I didn't expect to write that. I was bored and waiting to go on the internet, and this just sort of... appeared. I kind of like it... I don't like how I described their actions, but whatever...
Feedback would be wonderful... And BTW: sorry if there's any spelling mistakes, I'm using my grandmother's computer which doesn't have spellcheck.]
"Hey."
"Hey... What are you doing here?"
"It's raining, and my apartment's kind of far away.""
"We're closing in 10 minutes."
"I didn't see the jetta out front."
"Yeah, Mom has it."
"So?"
"So what?"
"So how're you getting home?"
"I was just going to hang out here until the storm let up."
"Oh."
"Okay, stop it!"
"Stop what?"
"Stop looking like that! You can stay here, too."
"I knew you couldn't resist me..."
"Shut up, Spaceboy."
"Pass me that bottle of tabasko."
"You even eat it on icecream?"
"I eat it on everything."
"You gonna pay for that?"
"What do you think."
"What, you scared of thunderstorms or something?"
"Why would you say that?"
"Because you just jumped."
"Yeah well -- you just did, too!"
"So?"
"So you're scared, too!"
"Ha!"
(Rolls eyes) "Jeez..."
"The day my Dad left there was a thunder storm, all right? My Mom cried herself to sleep, but I sat up all night staring out the window. I wanted him to come back, so Mom wouldn't be sad, and so I wouldn't be scared. He didn't, and.. well, I'm still sortof scared."
"...Oh."
"So, why are you scared?"
...
"Well?"
"...The first time Hank hit me."
"Michael--"
"I was about eight. He came home drunk during the rain. Got mad because the power went out on the TV... said... said if I was a better kid they'd give him more money so he could afoard a tellaphone to call and complain. Then when I tried to defend myself, he... he hit me." (Points to his eye) "I had a black eye for two days. And... well, the last time I saw him was right before a thunder storm, too."
"I'm sorry..."
"So am I. About your Dad, and all... You didn't deserve to be left like that."
"You didn't deserve to be abused."
"Yeah well..."
(Thunder crashes, Maria shivers)
"Come here."
"What..."
"Just come here."
"Fine..."
(Michael puts his arms around her)
"Better?"
"Mmm... thanks."
(Lights flicker, then go out. Both jump)
"You okay?"
"Fine."
"You're really tense..."
"So?"
"So... You're thinking about him, aren't you?"
"And what if I am?"
"It's okay. He's not here, and you're safe."
"Don't you think I know that?"
"Sure I do.. I just thought you might want to hear it, that it might make you feel better."
"Yeah well... thanks."
"You're welcome."
"You okay?"
"Yeah... are you?"
"Yeah... I am now."
"I'm glad."
"Thanks."
"For what?"
"For letting me stay."
"Thanks for staying here with me."
"Whatever."
(Maria smiles. When she isn't looking, Michael smiles back.)
END
[A/N Well, I didn't expect to write that. I was bored and waiting to go on the internet, and this just sort of... appeared. I kind of like it... I don't like how I described their actions, but whatever...
Feedback would be wonderful... And BTW: sorry if there's any spelling mistakes, I'm using my grandmother's computer which doesn't have spellcheck.]