AN: I blame this on how hansome and awsome Mike/Aaron is and suddenly my muse came back. So I hope that someone out there will like it. Please tell me if you want me to continue it.
ChemicalsCollide:
Mike was standing with his feet apart, his eyes intent on the targets a few feet away from him and he fired his gun, hitting all targets in one go. He brought the gun down, then looked at the guys behind him before saying.
"Stay calm, aim and pull the trigger fast." He stepped back and let them take his place, when he turned back to Eddie he felt a pain in his stomach that stole his breath for a moment but as soon as it had come it disappeared.
He straightened himself as he moved towards the crime boss, he smiled and took his place beside him.
"They are getting better, slowly." Eddie said with a sneer and a side glance at Mike before turning to the men in training.
"Yes, they are coming along." Mike said with a nod.
"Tomorrow, Bello will come and take a look." Eddie now turned away from the men and towards Mike.
Mike swallowed at the sudden nausea that overwhelmed him, then he nodded his head lightly and said:
"Alright."
"See you tomorrow."
Mike nodded and said goodbye before moving towards the truck, as he climbed into it he felt pain in his stomach again, it was centered around his belly button and his nausea grew a little more.
Then it disappeared and he carefully leaned forward to start the car, nodding to the guy who opened the fence and then he was on his way back to Graceland.
Finally after a few twist and turns, confident that no one had followed him, he parked the car in the driveway, turned of the engine and for a moment he just sat there watching the house.
Mike knew that Johnny, Charlie and Paige wouldn't be home, both had their ops running keeping them away from the house a couple of days.
He was certain that Jakes and Briggs where home and it was that that had him waiting outside trying to gather some courage to go inside.
This morning Mike accidentally knocked out Jakes orangejucie and then his coffee, spilling it all over the black man and Jakes was obviously woken on the wrong side of bed, because for a moment he just stared at Mike, the anger clear in his eyes and as the younger man apologized, Jakes just ignored him for a second before roughly pushing Mike out of his way.
Mike was still on Briggs bad side as it seemed like he could do nothing completely right and right now he wasn't in the mood for Briggs telling him yet again how he did wrong or Jakes silenced stare that held only disgust for him.
He ran his hand thru his hair and he sighed before climbing out of the car, feeling a bit chilly and a little unsteady.
Mike opened the door and walked inside, hoping that the kitchen would be empty but he had no such luck, Briggs and Jakes were there, talking.
Both fell silent as Mike walked in, an uneasy feeling in his stomach making itself known but he steeled himself and nodded to both men and they started to talk again, not including Mike.
So Mike opened a cupboard and reached out to grab a glass when a spike of pain hit him again almost making him drop the glass but he carefully put the glass on the counter before gripping the counter riding out the pain and then the nausea came back in full force.
Taking a few deep breaths before walking out the kitchen and he quickly made his way up the stairs into the closest bathroom and started to puke, only bile coming up.
After a few minutes he leaned back, shivering as he tried to get his breathing under control again and he closed his eyes.
After a few minutes he was feeling better, the nausea almost completely gone and he felt relived as he stripped down and stepped into the shower, turning the hot water on, hoping that it would chase away the chills.
A while later Mike stepped out of the shower, feeling slightly better, grabbed a towel and then toweled himself dry before wrapping it around himself.
He opened the door and walked into his room, where he slipped on a pair of boxers before laying down on the bed, under the covers and fell asleep.
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Mike startled awake in pain making him curling in on himself, sweat forming on his forehead and tears came to his eyes and for a couple of minutes he just lay there but then the pain slowly disappeared.
"I don't have time to get sick." Mike thought as he slowly sat up, he was now shivering lightly feeling cold even thou his face felt warm.
He stood up, put on a pair of sweatpants and a long sleeved shirt before walking to the bathroom and then slowly made his way down the stairs.
Mike didn't feel like eating but knew that he had to put something in his stomach as he hadn't anything at all yesterday, he opened the fridge but found nothing.
Instead he walked to the cupboard that held some medicines and took out some Advil, then he carefully grabbed a glass and filled it with water then downed the pills. He closed his eyes and leaned back against the counter.
"Hey, Mike." Charlie sauntered into the kitchen, her shoes hanging from her hand and she had her sunglasses on but seeing Mike's flushed face and small shivers, she pushed them to take a good look at him. "You okay?"
"Hey, Charlie." Mike smiled a small smile as he looked at her. "Yeah I'm fine. Just tired."
"Yeah?" Charlie walked up to him. "You look a little flushed..."
"Well..." Mike ducked his head. "Had a real intense dream..."
"Oh, really?" Charlie laughed a little, still feeling like Mike didn't tell her the real thing but she didn't want to push him. She patted him on his chest, feeling the heat but didn't think more about at as she walked away. "I'm going to bed, hoping that I'll have an intense dream."
Mike shook his head with a smile as he watched her walk away but it disappeared as Briggs made his way down the stairs and towards Mike.
"Morning, kid." Briggs said as he walked into the kitchen, over to the coffeepot and he frowned a little when he saw that Mike hadn't turned it on. The kid usually was the first one up and always started the coffee. He flipped the switch before turning back to Mike, he felt a pang of concern when he saw the young man's flushed cheeks but otherwise pale face and his posture was a bit slumped, like he didn't want to stand straight."You feeling alright?"
"Morning, Briggs." Mike said feeling a little relived that Briggs seemed in a better mood today then yesterday. "I'm fine."
"No breakfast?" Briggs asked as he walked up to Mike, opened a cupboard beside the young man to grab a mug, then he turned and leaned against the counter standing close beside Mike. He frowned as he felt the heat radiating from the young man.
"Nah." Mike shrugged his shoulders, sipped on his water finally feeling a little more human as the Advil's started to kick in.
"Okay, so you have weapons training with Bello's guys today again?" Briggs asked Mike.
"Yeah, Eddie said that Bello will come by today and check it out." Mike said glancing at Briggs then ducked his head waiting for a reprimand. "I forgot to tell you that yesterday."
"It's alright, Mike." Briggs said as he laid a hand on the kids shoulder, feeling a little bad for how he and Jakes had treated him yesterday. "I'll gather a small team to listen in on you."
"Thanks." Mike smiled a small relived smile.
Briggs smiled back and they made some small talk but when Jakes made his way down the stairs Mike decided to return to his room to get some rest before his meeting with Bello and Eddie.
–-
There was a knock on Mike's door, startling him awake and he let out a small groan as the sudden movement made his stomach hurt, the pain had moved from his bellybutton down to his right side but he pushed it away as the door opened.
"Mike?" Briggs voice was low as he stepped inside Mike's room.
"Yeah." Mike's voice was a little hoarse, he felt a little groggy as he carefully sat up and ran a hand thru his hair as he looked at Briggs."What time is it?"
"We need to leave in 30 minutes." Briggs said, his concern from this morning coming back in full force as he laid his eyes on the disheveled young agent. "Are you sure that you are up to it?"
"Yeah, I'm good." Mike said, irritated as he mistook Briggs concern for him for concern that Mike would blow it.
"See you downstairs in a bit." Briggs said, casting a confused look at Mike before he walked out.
Mike slowly got up and changed into his fatigues, then he walked into the bathroom to fix his hair and then he made his way downstairs.
–-
Mike nodded to the guy that opened the fence and he drove carefully inside parking his car, he turned the car off and sat still for a moment collecting himself.
"Michael!" Bello walked up to him with a smile on his face."Good to see you."
"Nice to see you to, sir." Mike said smiling, trying not to wince as he climbed out of the car and he shook hands with Bello.
"So show me what you have been teaching my men."
The meeting went smoothly, Bello was very pleased at his men's progress but Mike was feeling worse by the minute and the pain was growing.
"Are you alright, Michael?" Bello asked him as they walked back to their cars. "You look a little pale."
"I think I ate something bad." Mike said knowing that he almost looked as bad as he felt, so he couldn't lie.
"Do you need a ride?" Bello asked buying Mike's lie.
"No, thank you sir." Mike said and swallowed as nausea assaulted him.
"Alright, see you next week." Bello said and they shook hands before he walked away and got into his car with Eddie.
Mike took a deep breath, climbing into the car, his hands shook as he gripped the steering wheel and drove the car out of the yard.
He took the opposite turn than Bello's car and drove a few blocks before he had to stop the car and scramble out.
Mike barley hit the pavement before the nausea overtook him and he started to vomit but as he started to heave the pain assaulted him and he blacked out, but just before he thought he heard someone call his name.