I'll admit it, I wrote this before I even posted the teaser. Sorry, I just really love this prompt. I'm not sure how many chapters there will be, but I have a fairly decent list, but I'd definitely like some more ideas so PM or review if you have any ideas whatsoever. Please?
Don't own. Bank still unrobbed. On my to-do list as soon as PE coursework is done. Any requests for upcoming episodes?
The List remained tucked in Mike's pocket all day at work. He'd pat it absentmindedly as he sped through Louis' briefs, highlighting sections as he chewed a lid thoughtfully. He was determined to leave by at least six, so he'd have time to grab the equipment for the first three items on the List. This was going well.
It wasn't until much later when, whilst flicking through a heavy pile of folders on the way back to his cubicle from the filing room that he found himself suddenly seized by his tie and dragged into an empty office. The files slid from his arms and scattered across the floor, but before he could reach down to retrieve them, a manicured talon slipped under his chin and forced his head up. A fiery mane of hair and an even more fiery expression glared at him to Mike's dismay as Donna wielded a slightly crumpled sheet of A4 at him.
"What is this, Michael?" He would have recognized his scrawling handwriting and the bright red pen anywhere, even if he hadn't pored over the same words over and over last night.
"Nothing. Just an insomnia cure from last night," Mike lied, making as if to snatch the page from the formidable assistant, but she drew the paper out of his reach.
"See that pitiful excuse would work on most people Michael, but unfortunately I'm not most people, am I?"
He resists the urge to add a sarcastic 'ma'am' to the end of his surly "No."
"See, I've lost count of the number of times I've dropped off Red Bull at your desk to help you stay awake, so clearly you do not need a cure for insomnia. The fact you've written 'three months' below the 'Things I Want to Do Before I Die' speaks volumes to me, even if I hadn't spoken to Nora at the Mercy Medical Consultancy and asked after my 'little brother'. Cue much sobbing. Now would you like to tell me what the hell is going on?"
"I get the impression you already know."
"Oh I do. I just want to hear it from your mouth."
"I'm going to die. That 'from my mouth' enough for you?"
"Mike…"
"I swear Donna, if you tell anyone at the firm…"
"I won't…"
"Especially not Harvey, he'll rip into me forever."
"He wouldn't…"
"Or Gregory. Or Kyle. Pricks would use it as an excuse..."
"I…"
"Or Louis. God knows he'd…"
"Michael James Ross! Shut up! I'm not going to tell anyone. Relax." Donna tucked the paper back into the pocket of Mike's jacket and brushed him down, a maternal flood of emotions welling up behind the steely eyes. "Do you… did they tell you how long…"
"Six months. It depends on how fast the cancer is spreading." He noticed her swallow, and it suddenly hits him that he just made Donna Paulsen cry. Donna. Actual tears.
He is so dead.
"Have you started chemo yet?" As Mike looked down at the floor like a chastened schoolboy, Donna's hand flew to her mouth to stifle a gasp. "Do not even think to tell me that you signed a refusal. Michael, I swear to God…"
"Donna," Mike's shoulders slumped in defeat as he sat down heavily in the nearest chair, "There is absolutely no point in signing on expensive treatment when I'd only be adding on a few more months of pain for my troubles. Grammy could use…" Donna, unable to stop herself, flung herself forward into Mike's bewildered arms and sobbed incoherently onto his shoulder. He patted her back, unsure of how to comfort her.
"Donna, I…"
"Well this is cozy." Louis Litt, Grande Dick Extraordinaire had arrived with a stack of briefs. "Much as I hate to break up the little bondage -bonding—session, but Ross, you had briefs due for me two hours ago." Donna opened her mouth as if to tell Louis exactly where he could stick his stupid briefs, but Mike squeezed her hand, hard. He saw the tiniest flinch before she closed her mouth, rearranged her clothing and marched out of the office, muttering something about rat-faced junior partners belonging in…
Mike neatly sidestepped Louis, pressing the files into his arms before darting quickly through the door, long before Louis can palm off any more papers onto him. He's decided. He's completing the first three items on his list. Tonight.
Jenny Griffiths has encountered many strange things in her life, but a text from Mike, a twenty-five year old mature male, with an almost-college degree and a high-paid job in the city really takes the biscuit.
Have you got a copy of Mean Girls?- M
Are you high?- J
Unfortunately not. Do you?- M
Do I what?- J
Have a copy?- M
Wait- you're being serious?- J
Yes. –M
Then yeah I do. What, you wanna borrow it?-J
Nope. On my way over to yours. Bringing food. See you in ten- M
Food turns out to be six pretzels, three crêpes, two huge bags of hot popcorn and a deep-fried Mars Bar.
"What is all this?" Jenny asked, as Mike deposits the food bag in her kitchen. "You buy something from every street vendor you saw on the way over?"
"Pretty much," Mike agreed, unwrapping the Mars bar and breaking off an experimental chunk, examining it with vague interest before putting it in his mouth. Jenny feigned retching into the sink as Mike held out the rest of the bar to her.
"It's good Jen. Seriously."
"Did I mention that I am now a vegetarian?"
"There's no meat in it."
"Just get that shit out of my kitchen. Now."
Mike grinned, swallowing the rest of the bar before hefting the rest of the food bag into the living room and spreading it on the coffee table. Jenny's TV is already lit up with the title credits of Mean Girls and she couldn't help but laugh as Mike hit play.
"What brought this on? Doing a little research before gender-reassignment surgery?" Jenny quipped, reaching for a crêpe.
"Something like that," Mike answered, through a mouthful of pretzel.
"I think we're gonna have to talk to Grammy about the talking with mouth open thing. What were you raised by, wolves?
"It's cool, I've got Grammy Confession in the morning. I'll only get an extra swipe round the head for your troubles. Oh yeah, what are you doing next weekend?"
"What is this Michael, National Spontaneity Day?"
"Actually it's HIV Awareness Week, but…" Mike broke off laughing as he noticed Jenny unconsciously mouthing the words as Lindsay Lohan whined them.
"Jesus, you know every line in this movie?"
"It's THE quote movie, even us poor souls without eidetic memories know this movie backwards. It's like compulsory at girl slumber parties. It's like the ultimate movie."
"No. Forrest Gump is the ultimate movie. I mean come on, which genius came up with a millionaire shrimp boat captain-slash-ping pong champion? And hey, the protagonist is called Jenny too. And she's blonde."
"I sincerely hope the comparison ends there, Michael. Her being a stripping, gold-digging hippy and all. Oh and dead."
"Well, I'd like the first part…" All the air was suddenly knocked out of Mike as a slim, 5'4 juggernaut suddenly hit him in a surprisingly efficient rugby tackle. "I suppose that would be a no then…. "
I am wholly ashamed of this chapter. It is terribly written and terribly edited so I apologize.*Falls to knees*I am currently at war with my writing style, it's just terrible. Ugh. What's wrong with me?
And a heads up to my reviewers, thank you! Reviews are my crack after all ;)
Spedreader- You'll just have to wait and see ;)
Skypieces- You're welcome!
1stBonesFan- Me too honey, me too :'( Unless of course…
Le Squeal- I haven't quite decided. If you or anyone else can actually find the page on Suitsmeme about this prompt and link to the fill please do, since I've lost the page :'(
PocketPamela- Interesting in a good or bad way? o.O And whump!Mike prompts are literally my crack! I love the amusement park idea and I'll see when I can write a chapter on it. I'm going away on Wednesday so I don't know if I'll have time to write *sob* but I'll definitely add it to the bucket list. Please, more ideas for bucket list chapters. Need. Now.
Today-Only-Happens-Once- That is an adorable idea. I might use that as my multiple sobs chapter because I already have ideas about where that can go :D
Review my lovelies, please?
Hoping to have the next chapter up by Friday next week, but ideas for the bucket list are much needed!
Oh and if anyone wants to pop over to the now dead Demons Archive to read a slightly better story written please do. Heels and Hearts by Kitashime. Seriously, go look at how much better my writing style once was. *sob*
Love, Kit xx