a/n: This kind of ties in with "Left Behind" and "Falling Asunder" — 2 AU missing scenes from each fic, there will be slight slash in each, between Michael Westen and Kevin Lorne. And both will be from either fic, but doesn't really have a permanent place in the fics — It's just sort of has a thread of an attachment.
Kissy-Kissy No-No: (set in Left Behind)
Um, Oops. . . ?
Kevin looked at Michael with wide eyes, just now realizing what he had done. He didn't know where the hell it had come from, but it had happened.
He had kissed Michael Westen—just a peck was all.
Kevin was frozen, not able to move. There was no coming back from this and he knew it. This was Atlantis, a Military Company, and this was so not allowed. He was sure that he wasn't gay, he had only had sex with women—but he didn't have that much to go to. Michael was the first person that he was sure that he loved, but it was his first time with love, so he wasn't quite sure that it was this kind of love. So then where the hell had the kiss come from.
Michael was different on the other hand, technically, he was retired—so he didn't give a crap about the don't-ask-don't-tell. But he was straight, though didn't have a problem with homosexuals. He also liked Kevin—loved him—but not in that type of way, it was more of a dear-friend kind of love. He could also reason why Kevin may have kissed him, and he hoped that he was right.
"Kevin—" Michael started slowly and Kevin's expression turned from frozen, to freaked.
"I'm sorry!" he blurted. "I didn't know what I was doing."
"Kevin—"
"Don't be mad, okay? I didn't mean it!" Kevin begged.
"Kevin!" Michael raised his voice, knowing that it was the only way to get Kevin to pay attention, slapping his hands down on Kevin's shoulders. Kevin did stop, but continued to stare at Michael with wide eyes. "It's fine." he said simply.
"It is?"
"Yes," Michael assured.
"But—" Kevin started.
"This kind of thing happens all the time."
"It does?" Kevin asked, kind of confused.
"Yes," Michael nodded. "In the kind of situation that you're in, it does."
"My situation?" he asked faintly.
Michael sighed, pausing for a second as he looked at Kevin. "Kevin, we haven't known each other that long, but we're friends; we trust each other, can talk to each other—Sometimes, when these kinds of situations are new to a person, the feelings are over whelming and they are expressed in ways that are unexpected." he explained.
"You mean, like kissing you." Kevin said slowly.
"Yes, Kevin. Like the unintentional action of kissing me; which actually means nothing." Michael agreed.
"Are you sure?" Kevin asked, and at Michael raised brow he quickly explained, "I'm mean, not about the feelings part, but that you're okay that it happened. I mean, you don't hate me now, do you?" he asked, his expression desperate.
"No," Michael said, patting his shoulder before pulling back.
"Okay," Kevin said, breathing out a sigh of relief.
He guessed what Michael had said made sense; Kevin had never had any friends or family—no one that he trusted or loved. Michael was the first friend that he had ever had, the only person that he trusted. So yes, it did bring up buried feelings about that kind of thing—like the love-thing. He never knew what it felt like, so maybe that was why it was misdirected into thinking that he was in love with Michael instead of the fact that he just loved Michael.
Kevin gave another sigh of relief, glad that he didn't screw up his friendship up with Michael.
