This idea for a story has been invading all my thoughts for my other fics, and I love the show, so I decided to add this to the list of fics I'm now struggling with, especially since there aren't many CHAOS fics to read.

So basically, this focuses around Michael Dorset and his girlfriend, Hayley Locke, and the twists and turns of their relationship... Set in an AU where Michael hasn't married Fay. Read, and review please! This is just a short bit, so please tell me if you think I should continue or not!

(Starts at the end of Eaten by Wolves)

"Well, I think we deserve a night of halftican debauchery. In honor of our shotgun marriages and speedy divorces," Billy said with a wink.

"I agree," Casey yawned. "Michael?"

They all looked at me, expecting me to say something that their leader would say, something witty or sarcastic that would make us all chuckle before cramming into the elevator.

But I knew I couldn't. "Count me out tonight, guys."

Billy stared at me in mock horror. "Whatever will we do without our fearless leader?"

Casey, ignoring Billy, spoke up. "Why not? Where else could you possibly be going?"

"Home. I haven't been there since we left for Russia."

"Why do you have to go home?" Rick asked.

"To check on the house," I lied smoothly as the elevator dinged.

We had all stepped inside, when Casey turned to me. "You're not telling us something. I can tell."

"Don't know what you're talking about," I replied as nonchalantly as I could.

I quickly glanced at Billy and Rick- just to see if they were on Casey's side. Of course.

Great. Just great.

"You're avoiding eye contact with all of us." Casey stated, "And your blinks per minute have increased 5%."

"You count how many times a person blinks?" I asked in disbelief, but he ignored me. "You're holding your body rigid and-"

"Ok, alright!" I almost shouted, silencing Casey's body language evaluation. "I'm going home to see some... One. My girlfriend!"

"Blimey, it's about time!" Billy clapped me on the shoulder. "We all knew it would happen eventually."

"What's her name?" Rick pressed.

"Hayley." I answered.

"Eye color?

"Why is that important?" I watched the numbers on the elevator chime down. 6. 5. Casey, Billy, and Rick were still looking at me. "Green."

"Hair color?" 4th floor.

"Dark red." 3rd. 2nd.

"Occupation?"

"She's a… Fashion photographer. And none of this matters!"

"Oh, but it does mate. Was' her favorite color?"

"Oh my God," I muttered. Purple!" I replied, semi annoyed, as the elevator opened on the floor of the Lobby.

"Why've you been hiding her this whole time?" Billy wiggled his eyebrows. I ignored him, and stepped out of the elevator.

"Aw, do you love her?" Billy called after me as I moved towards the doors.

I stopped, and turned. "Yes."

"Well then, when d'we meet her?"

"Never. After this," I whispered to myself, opening the Lobby doors to the night breeze.