AN: As the next chapter begins, Michael finds himself at home, alone. While Mickie is at TNA performing a show, that leaves him alone with his thoughts, and some more very inappropriate dreams...

Chapter Two: The Beginning of Something Big

Mickie was at the sink washing some dishes, as Michael ate his pizza in silence. She wondered what was bothering him. For a while now, Mickie knew that whenever Michael was like that, silent, and avoiding eye contact with her, he either did something really wrong, or that he has something on his mind that he wants to talk about. She knew that he was more than a little emotional about what happened to his sister. Hell, she still was, but while that was on his mind, it was obvious to Mickie that there was something else that was bothering him.

"Mike, you have been awfully quiet today. Is everything alright?" Mickie asked sitting next to him.

"I'm fine. It's just that I have a lot on my mind." Michael answered her with a smile.

"Are you sure, because you look like you are feeling kind of sick." Mickie asked, placing her cool hand on his forehead.

Michael quickly flinched and snatched away from her, and Mickie grew even more concerned, and confused as to why he would do something like that.

"Sorry, I just...it's hard to explain..." Michael said, walking away and towards his room. Mickie wanted to chase after him and make him tell her what was going on, but she knew that she had to be subtle about what was happening. She had no time to think about it now, of course, because she had a show to get ready for and a show to do.

Mickie knew that something was going on with her friend now, but what was it?


Michael was lying awake in his bed, unable to sleep. Michael wanted to apologize to Mickie for his behavior earlier in the evening. Michael wanted to tell her that he was sorry, but he did not have the nerve to. Maybe it was better to let the entire thing blow over. Of course, with the situation that he was in, that was not going to happen soon, of course.

"Mike? Are you sleep?" Mickie asked, appearing in his doorway.

"No, what's up?" Michael asked, sitting up.

"I am about to head out. I left you some money in my room for anything that you need, but I wanted to know if you are alright." Mickie asked.

"Yeah, I was just feeling real well, and I was tired." Michael said, sitting up and looking right towards her. Mickie walked over to him, and kissed his forehead.

"Alright. Love you." Mickie said, walking out, and closing the door. Michael let his head hit the pillow.

"Great, now I am not going to sleep easily after that." Michael asked, staring at the ceiling.


As Michael was watching the Impact PPV Final Resolution, he was more interested in what Mickie was wearing than her match with Gail Kim. She wore some shorts, and a tight top that put her breasts on full view. He got turned on just watching her in the match with that on. What killed the mood was that Mickie lost, thanks to Madison Rayne.

Michael shut off the TV, and went to bed, but the minute that his head hit the pillow, he began to have another inappropriate dream about Mickie...


Michael was in the shower when he felt someone watching him. He did not know who it was, but he felt that it was Mickie, which caused him to blush. He glanced towards the curtain, and saw the shadow which appeared to be that of a woman. Michael wanted to stay in the shower, and avoid her, because this was more than a little awkward, but this was turning him on. Michael reached out for the towel that he had out there, but it was not there where he placed it. Mickie had it, most likely. Man, now he felt like he was in some trouble.

Having nothing to lose, Michael stepped out of the shower, soaking wet, and in his birthday suit. Mickie stood there, and looked him up and down.

"Whoa, nice." Mickie smiled, staring at his lower area. Michael was going to ask her what she was staring at, but he decided against it, and covered himself up. Mickie laughed and held out the towel.

"Thanks for the show." Mickie said, wrapping him in the towel, and giving him a quick peck on the cheek. Michael stood there, blushing badly.


Michael found himself being shaken awoke by someone. When he got his bearing and his vision cleared, he could see that it was Mickie. She was smiling at him, and along with that smile, she had a quizzical look on her face.

"Are you okay?" Mickie asked him.

"Uh, yeah, why do you ask?" Michael asked her back.

"I came in the house, and I heard moaning coming from your room. I thought that you were hurt, or you had a girl up here and you were having some fun with her. Now I see that you are alright, and you have no one up here with you." Mickie said. "That's good, because I was concerned a little bit. What were you dreaming about, anyway?"

Michael comtemplated telling her the truth, but he was not ready for that to come out yet, so he figured that he better tell her something that would satisfy her concern.

"I was just tossing in my sleep, dreaming about various stuff." Michael lied. Mickie shrugged her shoulders, and Michael knew from experience that she was not buying what he was telling her.

"Well, as you can see, I am fine." Michael said, giving her a sleepy smile.

"Good. I am back for a little while." Mickie said, adjusting her seat on the edge of Michael's bed. "I have a few days off, so we are going to go horse riding, okay?"

"Okay. That should be fun." Michael said. Mickie smiled, and kissed his forehead, and left. Michael sat there awake for a few moments. Then he laid back down. This could be his chance to tell Mickie how he really felt about her, and maybe she felt the same way. Of course, she could shoot him down, and that would absolutely kill him.

Well, you can't know until you try, right?


AN: In the next chapter, an eventful horse ride turns into something that neither Michael or Mickie can see happening. What is going down? R&R to find out!