A/N: I just watched this movie and I just can't deal with the way it ended, so I just had to write something sweet to make me feel better.
Disclaimer: If I owned MOPI Scott and Mike would be living life together, happily ever after.
Scott really had meant to cast away his old life, but how could he ignore it when he got a call from a hospital several states away asking if he happened to know a Mike Waters. The call had gone something like this:
"Hello, do you know a Mike Waters?"
"…Yes"
"Well, we have him in our emergency room, he's severely malnourished and dehydrated. This number was the only thing in his pocket."
"The only thing?"
"Yes."
"Ok, I'll be there as soon as I can. Tell him I'm coming."
How could he ignore that? Scott hangs up and runs his fingers through his hair. For a moment he wonders if Mike will recognize him, with his slicked back hair, and sharp suits, but the idea is too absurd, and he almost laughs at himself. Of course Mike will recognize him. You don't forget the face the person you're in fucking love with. Yeah, Scott still remembers that. He remembers that night with perfect clarity. He remembers the way the fire flickered in the Mike's eyes and how warm Mike's body was against his. The memory is more clear than any other, even his childhood, his first john, his time with Carmella, it all pales in comparison to that one night with Mike.
Scott runs his hand through his hair again as he stands up. He walks down the stairs of his father's, no, now it was his, mansion. He grabbed the keys to one of the numerous cars he had inherited and ran to the car. The shock of the phone call had worn off and now the only thing on his mind was getting to Mike. Fast. He wasn't sure exactly why he had decided to take a car when he had to cross state lines, but it would give him time to think. Time to think about what to say to Mike. Even just thinking about what he did to Mike made him want to go offer his body up to Bob. Everything reminded him of Mike, that's probably one of the reasons he and Carmella hadn't worked out.
Even Carmella reminded him of Mike. Honestly, he felt bad about what he did, telling her he loved her, bringing her to his own country, expecting her to put up with him, and using her to convince himself he wasn't in love with a man. It had taken Scott months to even begin to try and except the fact that maybe his bi-sexuality extended beyond just fucking, and even now, he still wasn't quite sure of much. The only thing he knew for sure was that no one could compare to Mike. Even now, as he sped down the freeway all he could think about was Mike. If a car swerved into his lane, he wasn't sure if he would actually notice it.
It was hard to think about Mike, but Scott would much rather deal with the pain than not think about Mike at all. Thinking about Mike wasn't what gave him pain though. Mike made Scott happy. The thing that brought Scott pain was the way he had treated Mike. Mike deserved so much better, Mike deserved someone who would always love him, protect him, make sure nothing bad happened to him when he fell unconscious. Mike deserved someone who could make him happy, and Scott had been to stupid to realized that that person had always been him. At first it was because he was so caught up in the notion that two men couldn't be in love, then it was because he was to caught up in Carmella and being the prodigal son, but now Scott Favor wasn't caught up in anything. Carmella had left him, as had his father, and he found business annoyingly easy. He could make any deal and manipulate anyone. The only thing that had posed even the slightest distraction was paper work and that was only because there was so much of it.
Scott was ready now, he realized driving down the high way in the middle of the night, to make it right. He was ready to make it all up to Mike, if the other would let him. He loved Mike, and he hoped that Mike would still love him. But even as Scott thought about this, he remembered the way Mike had looked the last time he'd seen the blond. Mike looked like he was ready to move on, to give up trying to chase Scott. Scott thought about how little he deserved Mike's love because Mike was somehow pure to Scott. Mike was different from other kids, little things like bubble baths, could make him happier than a john paying him a hundred bucks for a kiss on the cheek. Mike wasn't caught up in the get rich schemes that the rest of the world seemed to be a part of. Mike was special, a special person who deserved so much better than a life of heartbreak and prostitution. And Scott could give that to him. Just knowing that he had that ability now made Scott want to dance, but he was quickly brought back to reality. Mike had no obligation, no reason to still love Scott, and Mike was sick. Really sick, and now it wasn't just the narcolepsy that Scott was used to. It was malnourishment and dehydration, and Scott was pretty sure you could die from those things. Why hadn't he asked the nurse how Mike was doing?
As the night turned into dawn, Scott got progressively more nervous. He couldn't keep his worries in check, couldn't stop thinking about the way he'd let Mike down, the way Mike looked when he was happy and the way Scott had crushed that look from his face. By the time he can see the hospital, Scott is wondering if this was a good idea, but as he thinks of leaving, the memory of the previous nights phone call appears in his head.
"Well, we have him in our emergency room, he's severely malnourished and dehydrated. This number was the only thing in his pocket."
"The only thing?"
"Yes."
Mike had no money, probably no place to stay, and much less than enough food. He couldn't leave, Mike needed someone, and hopefully the blond would let that someone be him. Even if Mike no longer loved Scott, hopefully he would accept Scott's help as a platonic gesture at least.
Scott spent a few moments deciding where to park his car. He wasn't bringing someone to the ER, so he didn't think that was the right lot, but he wasn't visiting a longtime resident of the hospital, as far as he knew. Eventually he settled on the visitors' lot, telling himself to stop stalling. Be confident, be someone Mike can rely on, Scott says to himself as he takes a deep breath. He pushs open the car door and steps out into the now sunny day. Last night, when he'd gotten the phone call from the hospital, he'd been at home all day and he'd been wearing old casual clothes, on a whim. He's glad for it now, because it means that his fears of not being recognized are even more irrational. It's just a little sliver of consolation, but somehow, it makes Scott feel better, it gives him the confidence to take the steps through the parking lot and to push open the door to the hospital. By the time he's standing at the front desk, it's not just that one little sliver of confidence any more, it's something more, it's those years of friendship, it's those times when they kissed or did something more and Mike wanted to say 'I love you' but Scott was too stupid to let anything happen, it's the time apart when all he could think of was Mike.
"Ma'm, I'm looking for a Mike Waters?" Scott asks, pressing his chest against the desk, leaning forward on his hands, jittery. It almost feels like he's back on drugs, which reminds him of Mike again. He really hopes that Mike's been clean for at least a little while because even if Mike is hurt, Scott's pretty sure they'll arrest Mike for being on drugs.
"And who are you?" the nurse asks looking up with a hard stare. He guesses that he doesn't look to good, having been driving for the entire night and quite a bit of the day, but he needs to see Mike now.
"I'm the guy who's phone number he had in his pocket," Scott snaps. The only thing on Scott's mind right now is finding Scott. All he wants to do is hold Mike and tell him he loves him, beg for forgiveness, and hold Mike some more. The nurse sighs and gives him a slip of paper with a floor number and room number on it.
"You can't take him home yet, but he can have visitors. The doctor will tell you more details when you get there."
Scott smiles bigger than he has in months and thanks the nurse with a wave as he bounds off down the hallway.