This is a first try at some Boston Legal. I love that show, and will miss it.
I started writing this a lone time ago, but never got to finish it with everything in my life. The holidays are way to busy to be enjoyed, but now that they are over please enjoy a relaxing story. JK.
After the final Thanksgiving dinner:
"Well that was a hoot."
Alan rolled his eyes at the man as they walked out of the house. Melvin was a step behind him. The stone beneath their feet was almost silent in the night air.
"Wasn't it Alan?"
"Yes, yes it was."
Melvin stepped next to him, his arm brushing along Alan's arm. It took all of Alan's remaining strength to not twitch away. He was in a good mood and didn't want anything to spoil it.
"It got me thinking."
"Doesn't something always get you talking?"
"That wasn't moving as much. But I guess you knew that. "
Alan turned staring at the man unsure of what he was getting at. Melvin's hand grip Alan's elbow keeping him close.
"What are you talking about Palmer?"
"We'll talk later."
He released Alan's elbow and continued down the path. Alan paused for a moment before Denny's call brought him back. Palmer unsettled him; he felt exposes around the man.
Cocktails on the balcony:
Alan took both of the liquor glasses into his office, he would wash them later. Denny was still finishing his cigar.
"Alan?"
"Today was great, wasn't it?"
Alan smiled; it was indeed the best thanksgiving his had had. He walked out to the patio, leaning against the door as Denny struggled to stand up.
"I think it was, but right now its time to go home."
"So, no sleepover tonight?"
Denny grinned at his friend, his breath was ragged but he continued on.
"Are you fit to drive Denny?"
Denny turned a little hurt by the accusation but it wasn't spoken and quickly replace by a smile.
"Already got it covered. Took a cab to here, you drove to Shirley's remember? I'll just take a cab back."
Alan nodded, his own smile came back, it seemed like nothing could keep a smile off of his lips for long. They hugged and Denny disappeared down the hall to the elevator.
Something kept Alan in his office for a few minutes. His illusions of the perfect dinner replayed in his mind, they started to mix with his newer memories of the day. It was pleasant but he still couldn't move.
"This is ridiculous."
He shook his head, before gathering his things and leaving the office. He started the car and turned from the garage.
It took him twenty minutes to drive home. He parked, locked the car and walked up the steps. His mind was distracted until that accented voice called.
"Alan made it home. I see, definitely took you long enough you old hoot."
"What are you doing here?"
Alan sidestepped past the man, blocking his door from the other man's entry. His keys fumbled in his hand.
"We were going to talk remember… Oh I see what you doing. You're playing me just like your court cases. I see how this'll be done. Say you have any scotch?"
"No I don't have any for you."
Alan stepped back against his door, Melvin had some how moved closer without moving.
"And I'm not playing you. What could we possible have to talk about?"
There was a glint in his eyes that honestly scared Alan when they locked eye contact.
"Well let's just go inside and discuss that."
"No, Melvin. Leave right now."
Palmer Smirked as he stepped closer again.
"Don't want to."
Palmer gripped Alan's elbows negatively re-enforcing the pleasant tone.
"Let go, Palmer."
He release one arm but tightened the other. Alan winced, as Melvin used his free hand to grab the keys from Alan. He quickly unlocked the door and pushed both of them inside before Alan found his voice. Alan jerked from Palmer's hand, he was ferocious.
"What are YOU doing?"
"Alan, you old hoot. Just calm down…"
"Why Melvin, because you don't want me to make a scene from you breaking into my home?"
Melvin stepped closer, trapping Alan against the wall of the entry hall.
"All I wanted to do was talk."
Alan sighed trying to handle his fear.
"Talk about what?"
"About you debt-"
"DEBT? What debt? I don't have a-"
"You have a debt to me."
Alan fell quiet, his mind trying to figure out the situation.
"Alan, I didn't get you out of that court room for free."
Melvin sneered down at the shorter man.
"What are you saying? That I have to repay you for taking our case when I didn't even want you to?"
"From saving your ass and judging by today your jobs then yes you are in debt to me. Greatly indebted, do you think you would last long in prison?"
"What do you want? Am I suppose to pay you money, like any another attorney?"
"No, no I have money, but you can repay me another way."
Palmer sneered as he back away from Alan. He walked further into the family room, leaving Alan to follow him.
Please be nice in reviews, words can hurt. Thank you for reading. Its still being worked on, but I finally got it started.
Be kind, it's a cruel world out there and you're all beautiful people.
Danielgirl.
