A/N: This fic is dedicated to Sarah for all the help she is and for BETA-ing this fic for me and for putting up with all my complaining that I will never finish it ;D, to Geraldine for just being herself and of course helping me through a lot of the parts and for telling me to use first person not third all the time :P (oops) and also to Shan because you're awesome and even if I didn't win the bet I still won 'cause I finished what? 2 and a half hours before you :P
Please leave a comment; I enjoy reading them. I don't mind if it is con crit. All of this is Kate's POV.
Supporting Mike as I entered my flat I turned around to shut the door and next thing I knew I was being pushed against the door; a hand running up my leg and a tongue making its way into my mouth. I knew he was drunk and he would forget any of this happening by the time he woke up in the morning. I felt I was being picked up; I looked down and my feet weren't on the ground. I was scared; I didn't want to get dropped. I hoped Mike wasn't as drunk as I thought; he better not be or I will do something I will regret.
I felt myself being dropped by the person who was holding me. I was dropped onto something comfy; it was my bed! Something next to me had more weight on it than usual. The weight next to me had disappeared until I looked up; our eyes locked. He was on top of me; did I want this to be started all over again?
The next thing I remember after a night in Mike's arms was the bright sun sneaking in through my curtains; my room was slowing being lit up by the morning sun. I climbed out of his arms and put my nightgown back on which had fallen to the floor from the previous night's events. I made my way to my little kitchen to make breakfast. I heard footsteps behind me; a pair of hands wrapping themselves around my waist before being spun around so I was facing him.
"Morning gorgeous," he said, putting a passionate kiss on my lips.
"Morning."
"Come back to bed," he pleaded.
"What about breakfast?"
"I don't care about breakfast as long as I have you in my arms," he winked, before picking me up bridal style and heading back to the bedroom.
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The day started off with the sun lighting up my bedroom. I looked over to where he was laying beside me last night, but now he was gone and his side of the bed was cold; he must've been gone for a while. Just as I got out of bed the sun hid away and storm clouds came in. The rain started pelting down. I knew that wasn't a good sign of Mike being in my flat. Walking into the kitchen, I stopped at the doorway and looked around for something out of the ordinary. There it was on the kitchen bench right next to the fruit bowl; a piece of paper, who else could it be from except Mike?
I slowly and cautiously walked towards the piece of paper; I wasn't sure on what to expect. It took me two minutes to get to the fruit bowl; it would normally take me two seconds. Two steps in two minutes how does that work? Eventually I got the courage and I picked it up. All it said was he was going home for some clothes, pfft! And what, stay there until shore leave ends?
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Gliding through the water, it was a calm day no waves or clouds; a perfect day. Well not always perfect because there is nothing to do except paper work; which I somehow didn't get done on shore leave. I don't know how it happened but for once the note was actually correct; we spent shore leave in each other's arms. It's not my fault I didn't get it done, I told him numerous times but he said to leave it and now look what happens! When I could be enjoying myself with everyone else I'm stuck here doing paper work!
The only productive thing I did do on shore leave was last night, when I went through the top shelf of my wardrobe. That's where I keep all of Grace's things; well what I have left of them. I found a letter. The letter that Michael Lesley Flynn left on the kitchen table the night he left me. I don't know why but I brought it on board, was I going to confront him or something? Why is my mind doing this? I need to concentrate on the paperwork not the boss!
The boat stopped. We must be at Bright Island by now, unless Nav didn't plot her course correctly; but she has only done that once and never again has she done that while I have been on this boat. I could hear the tinnie going into the water; I knew Mike must be on the boarding party. I can't believe I actually spent a whole weekend with him when he is going out with Ursula. Argh! I bet she will dance like a princess around him. Why does my mind always go back to him? Why?!
I finished my paperwork two hours after we picked Ursula up. It was dinner time and I was on watch. I was being nice to the guys for once and actually getting them their dinner. I walked into the galley and the two people I really didn't want to see were in front of me! I almost turned around and walked back into the bridge, but then the guys would never let me live it down. Buffer and Swain were very happy with me when I did actually arrive in the bridge with their meals.
It was four am in the morning and after a long day all I wanted to do was go to my rack and sleep. Arriving at my cabin door that I share with the navigator I was about to open the cabin door when I heard the sailor inside sniffing. I knew it must be Nav but she was crying, that was a real surprise to me. I opened the squeaky grey door to find the navigator on the ground clutching something in the hands. It looked like a note. My memory jogged back to this morning.
"Shit," muttered Kate remembering what she had left on her rack that morning. Nikki just sat there on the ground looking up at me like I was some type of alien. I grabbed the letter that was in her hands; I knew who the owner of it was; me! I started to read the letter.
Dear my dearest Katie,
I hate myself at this moment; like anyone should if they forced themselves to write a letter like this to someone they love more than they should. You know how much I love you, don't you? If you think I don't love you at the moment you're completely and utterly wrong! I haven't loved anyone as much as I love you! I know you are going to hate me for leaving you with my unborn child, but I can't be a dad, not yet anyway. I hate that I'm forced to write this… I've accepted the position of a Captain on a patrol boat in Cairns and I think we both know what that means.
A lone tear made its way done my cheek.
I'm not coming back. I love you and our unborn child so much and I know that you're strong, and perhaps one day we will be a family again. My heart will forever belong to you. You will always and I mean always be in my heart.
Yours forever,
Mike
By the time I had read this far I was sitting on the floor next to Nav.
P.S When you read this I will be almost in Cairns.
I love you and forever will!
Good luck with the future and your love of frigates.
P.P.S enclosed in this letter is the locket you always wanted.
I still can't believe him for leaving me. Tomorrow he is going to find out the truth of our child.