Title: Scars
Author: WestonFollower
Rating: T
Characters: Maxton
Setting: After Season 2
Summary: Max knew what happened, Roderick and a bunch of other followers stabbed Mike but there was more. She asked Ryan once and he told her to ask Mike.
"Mike tell me what happened, please." Mike was about to ask her what she was talking about but stopped when he saw her staring at his stomach.
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Notes: Just an idea that came to me right before I went to bed. Pleas follow, review, and favorite!
"Max we should get up." Max shakes her head and kisses his chest. "Come on, it's 4 and we've been in bed all day, we could go see Ryan and Gwen." Max shakes her head again and Mike quickly slips out the warm bed.
Max watches him slip his boxers and then pants on, even though she wished he would leave them off. Her eyes scan his body. She knew it so well, there was the scar right above his right eyebrow from Luke. Then there was the scar they didn't talk about, the one on his stomach.
Max knew what happened, Roderick and a bunch of other followers stabbed Mike but there was more. She asked Ryan once and he told her to ask Mike.
"Mike tell me what happened, please." Mike was about to ask her what she was talking about but stopped when he saw her staring at his stomach.
Mike nods and sits beside Max and takes her hand. "They grabbed me in my hotel room. When they took the bag off my head we were at a old warehouse. Roderick wanted to know where Claire was, I knew where she was but I wasn't telling. They acted like it was a game, every round it would get worse. First it was just punching it hurt but I was trained for it so I banged Charlie up pretty good," Mike grabs her hand a little tighter as he relives it. "He still ended up hitting me a few times. They knew everything about me. Where I was born, what I studied. I didn't know it was Roderick at first so I made a guess and it pissed them off a little bit. They asked me the same thing, I said no. It was steel pipes this time, I didn't even get a chance to do anything, he hit me so hard, and I felt my ribs crack. Then he hit me in the side of my face. I couldn't breathe and Roderick asked me again. He said he believed me and I knew it didn't matter. The women threw the knives on the ground and I was so weak, I tried I really tried to stab him, I missed and it hurt but not as bad as I expected it to. They almost cut my throat but Ryan showed up and save the day."
Max wrapped her arms around him and kissed his head, "He never told me all that. I never knew, please tell me their all dead or I'll hunt them down and-"
Mike kisses her to shut her up and to feel her warm lips against his, "Their all gone and dead, I'm ok it's just a little scar." Max nods and pulls him closer praying that he never gets a scar like that ever again.