A/N: Thanks you so much for the reviews. You guys are the seriously the best. Italics represent flashbacks.
A/N 2: The song used in this chapter is 'Angel' by Sarah Mclachlan. It belongs to her I am merely using it for entertainment purposes. Song lyrics in italics.
Chapter 29: Confusion
A couple of weeks had passed since the incident with the wedding video. Mike had come home later that night apologizing for his behavior. Susan had shrugged it off as him being frustrated at not being able to remember anything.
She had kept out of his way and he did the same both never looking at each other longer than necessary. Only talking to each other occasionally to exchange good mornings, byes and goodnights; simple pleasantries to keep some sort of peace in the house. Susan knew she was going to lose him and when that fateful day came she was going to breakdown. She was going to give up; she had nothing to live for not if she lost Mike.
On the positive side Mike had been spending more and more time with Emma and Jacob. Although he couldn't remember anything about them his parental instinct was still there and he played with the twins much to their joy. She would quietly watch the scene how was she going to cope with the twins if he never remembered?
To anyone on the outside they looked like the perfect family but the truth was far from these assumptions. The 'perfect' family suffered more turmoil and anguish than anyone ever had in their entire lives.
She lay awake at night thinking about Mike sleeping down the hall. She often wondered if he was thinking of her then just as quickly got rid of the irrational thoughts. Of course he wasn't thinking of her. He didn't even remember her or recall all the kisses they shared and the promises they made.
It was so painful not being able to touch him, to hug him and feel safe in his embrace, to kiss his sweet lips and feel loved. A month and half of being next to him and not being able to reach out and touch was pure torture. She was thankful for all the support she received from her friends and her incredible daughter Julie.
Julie was her link to Mike he was spending a lot of time with her and asking questions about his life and how he and Susan started dating. At least he wasn't completely shutting himself off she was grateful for that small miracle at least.
Sighing heavily Susan went back to her latest illustration trying to keep her mind occupied from thoughts of Mike.
"Here you go," smiled Edie handing Mike a beer.
"Thanks," smiled Mike looking up. She was stood in an immaculate white designer suit, matching shoes and perfect makeup.
"So how have you been?" she asked sitting across from him.
Mike took a long sip of his beer and nodded his head. "Not good."
"You don't look it," she commented arching her eyebrow.
"I thought with time it was supposed to get easier that I would start remembering things. It's been over a month and it's still not any clearer," he sighed frustrated.
"Oh Mike that's hardly surprising maybe you don't want to remember," she spoke in a friendly tone.
"What do you mean?" he asked confused.
"Never mind I've said too much," she spoke softly.
"Edie what did you mean by that comment," his tone almost demanding.
She inched forward gently. "We became close and Susan was feeling left out."
"Why would she? She's my wife," he whispered.
She placed a hand on his leg. "I really didn't want to be the one to tell you."
"Tell me what?" he demanded becoming angry at her cryptic words.
"You were going to leave her. You were going to leave Susan," she answered smiling as his face crumbled into confusion.
Mike looked at her. "I was going to leave Susan?" he asked his tone disbelieving.
"Yeah I'm sorry I didn't want to be the one to tell you," she replied feigning innocence.
Mike stood up, he wasn't was he? He wasn't going to leave Susan? Why would he? They had two beautiful children together. They had a family.
"Why?" he asked simply.
Edie tried to thing of the perfect thing to say to shatter Mike's opinion of his wife.
"Well...she got angry that we were spending time together and her and Karl...her ex-husband became close. She told you one day that she never loved you she always loved Karl," she lied.
Mike tried to drown out the thoughts from his head. did it really happen? The Susan who he knew seemed so happy when he came out of his coma. Was it all just an act? He furiously rubbed the side of his head. He was going to leave her? Why wasn't anything coming out at him. His mind was such a mess.
Edie stood up placing a perfectly manicured hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry Mike I know you must be hurting right now."
Mike flinched away looking at her with emotionless eyes. Hurting? No he was more than hurt he felt like he was being ripped apart into several pieces. Pieces that clouded his judgement.
Could it be possible that after a few months of being her husband he was going to leave her?
"You made me happier than I've ever been in my life."
He recalled the soft way the words slipped past her lips. He made her happy. Why would he leave when she was happy with him? 'Happy doesn't mean she loved you' argued the other part of him.
He turned around and looked at Edie analyzing her face for any hidden facade. Was she lying? What reason would she have to lie? She was his friend. He shook out the ridiculous thoughts from his head. Here she was willing to help him and all he could do was think of her motives.
"I...err..I'm sorry I just need to go and take a walk," he whispered his voice dry.
"If you need anything Mike I'm here for you," she smiled surprising herself with how easily Mike was falling for her lies.
"Thanks Edie I'll keep that in mind," he returned leaving her alone.
Mike didn't know what to do so he found himself walking around the neighborhood trying to clear his mind. He looked at his watch it had been almost three hours since he left Edie's house. Opening the door he quietly walked into his house only to be met by the relieved face of Susan.
"Thank God you're okay," she whispered hugging him.
The simple gesture only lasted a mere few seconds before Susan realized what she had done and pulled away. Mike was confused by her actions. Could she not even stand touching him?
"She told you she never loved you."
He looked at her carefully her eyes betrayed no emotion and he was starting to get aggravated with the whole situation.
"Yeah I'm fine you don't need to worry," he snapped harshly.
Susan was taken aback by his words. She looked up but he had walked away into the kitchen pouring himself a glass of whisky.
She followed standing directly in front of him. "I do worry."
"I can take care of myself," he stated. "Maybe it's better if I stay at a hotel or something."
He moved around her and started walking upstairs. "I'll be out of here in thirty minutes."
Susan's eyes widened in confusion 'Why was he acting like this? What was going through his mind?'
"You can't leave what about Sullivan?" she yelled,
Mike stopped in his tracks and turned to look at her. "Sullivan?"
"There are some things I need to tell you but first I'm gonna make us both some coffee," she sighed deeply.
A short while later Mike was sat across from Susan as she nervously tapped her fingers against the cup of coffee she was holding.
"So Sullivan, is he a friend?" he asked beginning the awkward conversation.
"Hardly," scoffed Susan. "He's as far from a friend as you can get."
"So who is he?"
Susan looked up at him meeting his gaze. "What I am about to tell you will be difficult just so you know I'm here if you want to talk."
He nodded his head urging her to continue.
"Do you remember being in jail?" she asked.
He nodded his head in disagreement. "No….I was in jail?"
"You were arrested for killing a police officer although it was in self defense."
Mike couldn't believe what he was hearing he had been in jail. "This police officer was it Sullivan?"
"No..it was his older brother," she explained.
"Why are you telling me about him?" he asked confused all over again.
Susan didn't know how to begin. How do you tell someone you love that they are the target of a crazed psychopath?
"Greg Sullivan found you after fifteen years and…and…now in some sick vendetta he wants to kill you for what you did to his brother," she whispered.
Mike felt sick someone was actually trying to kill him. "But it was self defense."
"He doesn't see it that way," she spoke sadly.
"He's hurt you hasn't he?" he asked noticing the fear in her eyes.
"He's hurt both of us. First we started receiving photos of the two of us and then….one day he kidnapped…me," she cried placing her face in her hands.
Mike instinctively reached across and placed his hand on top of her arm. She didn't need to say anything he could tell from the pain coming of her tiny body that Sullivan must have hurt her pretty badly. He felt a deep sense of rage for anyone who harmed this woman in front of him.
Susan wiped away the few fallen tears composing herself she began telling him the rest. "He's tried to kill you, once he hit you with a moving car and…then…the other time…at..the twins birthday party," she whispered. "He's crazy Mike that's why you shouldn't go you need to stay here where you are safe."
Mike closed his eyes something didn't make sense. Something was trying to escape the confines of his mind. "There's this name that I keep seeing every time Sullivan is mentioned…Patrick…Peter..something with a P."
"Paul Young," interrupted Susan. "He was working with Sullivan but he's in jail now."
Mike sank back in his seat his mind trying to process everything he had just learnt.
"I'm sorry I know it must be hard," spoke Susan.
"It is but thanks for telling me," he replied a hint of a smile on his face.
Susan stood up quietly deciding to give him some time. "I'm going to go and check on Emma and Jake, see what mess they've gotten into now."
Mike nodded his head sombrely his mind more confused than before.
One Week Later
Mike was just about to go upstairs when he heard a sharp knocking on the door diverting from his original destination he went to answer it.
He opened the door to see an unfamiliar figure stood in front of him.
"Well if it isn't the plumber," greeted the man in a condescending tone.
Mike stared at him getting irritated by the way he was looking at him,
"Oh right you have that terrible amnesia. Allow me to introduce myself I'm Karl," he spoke smugly.
Karl stood there watching the plumber's awkward gaze and solemn expression. Edie had told him that Mike was suffering from amnesia. Karl couldn't believe it he was in hysterics at the image of the plumber forgetting everything about his beloved Susan and precious children.
He had been in complete agreement when Edie had told him that they could use the situation to their advantage. Edie had already told him how she befriended Mike and told him how Susan was going to leave him. Karl always knew Edie was a genius and great at manipulating people but sometimes she even amazed him. He looked at the plumber's face covered by a mask of confusion. It was priceless he wish he had a camera to capture the image.
"Come on plumber you going to let me in?" he smiled.
Mike looked at him. "Karl?"
"She never loved you she loved Karl."
"Yeah I thought we already did the introductions," he sniggered. "Where's Susie Q?" he asked pushing past him and walking into the house.
"You were going to leave her. She loved Karl."
Mike watched as he stood in his house gloating proudly. He looked at him with disgust. "Get out!"
Karl tried to hold back his laughter. "What?"
"You heard me get out of my house," he growled.
"Your house," scoffed Karl. "Plumber you don't even remember anything."
"I might not remember much but I know that I hate you," he replied with disgust.
Karl laughed at his remark. "Uh uh the plumber is fighting back. It must be so frustrating not being able to remember anything."
"GET OUT," snarled Mike moving forwards. Karl decided to continue with his verbal assault.
"To remember your children or your wife. That must be the most difficult," he mocked.
"Shut the hell up."
"To remember what turns her on, the sounds of pleasure that escape her lips when you touch her in the right places…."
That did it for Mike and he reached forwards punching Karl squarely on the face. Karl laughed hysterically as the blood rushed from his nose.
"Come on plumber is that all you got?" he taunted.
Mike reached forwards grabbing him by the lapel of his shirt about to deliver another blow to his smug face.
"MIKE! What are you doing?" came the shocked voice of Susan as she ran down the remaining stairs.
Mike watched enraged as she ran towards them trying to force them apart.
"STOP IT! STOP IT," she yelled loudly. Fuming Mike pushed Karl against the wall.
"She loved Karl she didn't love you."
He looked at her; Susan saw the disgust in his eyes. They were cold and anger resided within them.
"Mike," she whispered reaching out. He flinched away harshly almost as if lighting had struck him.
"Don't touch me; stay here with him," he spat out grabbing his jacket and leaving the house.
Susan called out to him but he got into his truck driving away furiously. She turned to Karl who was trying to stop the blood flowing from his nose. "What the hell are you doing here?"
Hours had passed since that afternoon. Susan looked worriedly at the clock every minute that passed wondering where he was. She spent each second thinking about what could have made him run out like that.
After receiving no answers from Karl she had thrown him out of the house telling him not to bother coming back unless it had something to do with Julie. She looked at the clock once again 6.30 pm. Mike had been gone since 2.45 pm. He must have been so confused not knowing where to go or who to ask for help.
'What if he bumped into Sullivan?' she thought fear coursing through her veins. Her mind started racing with sickening images. She was relieved when she heard the door opening softly. She ran out of the kitchen seeing Mike looking at her angrily.
"You're back," she spoke her tone happy.
"Don't worry I'm not staying long," he responded curtly. "I'm gonna go pack a bag and leave."
He moved around her and started to walk upstairs. Susan didn't hesitate before following him
"Why are you doing this Mike?"
He turned around harshly. "Go away Susan."
She followed him upstairs. "Not until you tell me what's wrong?"
"Where is he?" he asked furiously pulling out a bag and throwing his clothes into it.
"Who?" she asked confused. He wasn't making any sense.
"Karl, your lover," he yelled a little too loudly.
"Mike how can you say that? I'm your wife," she whispered hurt at the spiteful words.
"The act is really not a good look so you can just give it up Susan," he spoke.
She grabbed onto his arm forcing him to look her in the eyes. "Stop it please."
"Why Edie told me everything. How our marriage was over and how you were in love with him," he spoke bitterly.
"Is that why you hit him today?" she asked.
"Yeah he was saying some things. Why did you marry me if you were still in love with that bastard?" he argued.
"No…Mike…I'm not it's a lie," she protested.
"A lie you expect me to believe that?" he responded with disbelief.
"It's true Mike," she retaliated her voice on the verge of tears. "Ask anyone."
He slumped on the bed running a hand through his hair. "But Edie said…."
"Edie has been trying to split us up ever since we first got together. She's never liked the fact that I was with you," she explained.
"And Karl?"
"Karl is with Edie in this whole plan. Believe me Mike I would never cheat on you. I love you," she whispered so quietly that Mike wasn't sure he heard correctly.
He knew without a doubt that Susan was telling him the truth. All he had to do was look in those soft hazel eyes and know she wasn't lying.
"God I'm so stupid," he sighed disappointed that he fell for Edie's manipulative ways.
Susan took a seat next to him. "You're not stupid. You've lost your memory. Edie knew that and she took advantage."
"I'm sorry Susan for doubting you," he apologized.
She offered him a small smile. "Julie will be home soon. I'm gonna go order some takeout anything you prefer?"
"Err…no whatever you want will be fine," he answered.
"Okay are you coming downstairs?" she asked.
"Yeah just give me five minutes," he whispered.
Susan nodded her head in understanding knowing that he needed time to go over everything and realize how Edie had controlled his feelings. She never knew she could be so cruel. How could she play with Mike's emotions like that? Sighing she went downstairs to look for the takeout menu.
A Couple Of Weeks Later
Mike and Susan were getting along a lot better if he had any questions he would ask her and she would in turn try to give him the answers.
Three and a half months had passed and he was still no clearer to figuring out his life on Wisteria Lane. He wished he could remember something, even Susan's favorite color would do but nothing came to his mind.
Susan walked into the house with her mom and smiled when she saw Mike sat on the floor playfully blowing raspberries on Emma and Jacob's stomachs. The twins squeal of delight made him laugh and he tickled them playfully.
"I wish I could remember you both, Julie and your mom. I don't like to see her hurting and she is cos of me," he whispered confiding in his children even though they couldn't understand a word he was saying.
Susan's heart ached at his soft painful words. She knew he was blaming himself for not remembering but it wasn't his fault. It was Sullivan's for taking her Mike away. Emma smiled brightly calling out to her mom. Mike turned around and saw Susan stood there with Sophie several grocery bags in her hand.
"Here let me help you," he spoke standing up and taking the bags from her hand, their fingers brushing slightly.
He walked into the kitchen placing the bags on the table and coming back into the lounge a few moments later.
"Hi Sophie," he greeted his mother in law warmly.
"Hello Mike how are you feeling?" she asked concerned. She knew how much pain her daughter was in at Mike's amnesia.
"I'll feel a lot better when I remember something," he sighed.
"Give it time Mike I'm sure it will all come back," she sympathized. "Now where are my darling grandchildren?"
Emma and Jacob smiled at their grandma holding out their chubby hands.
"I'll just go and get their diaper bag," smiled Susan leaving the room.
Mike looked confused. "Diaper bag where are they going?"
"Don't worry Mike they are going to be staying the night at their grandma whilst you and Susie go to the party," she answered.
"Party? I told Susan I didn't want to go," he protested.
"I know but it will be good for you being with friends," she encouraged.
"Sophie…I…really.."
"One night Mike you don't have to stay long just please take Susie to the party she needs this," she sighed.
Susan came down the stairs holding the bag and clutching one pink and one blue rabbit teddy bear. "What's going on?" she asked warily.
"Nothing," smiled Mike. "We were just talking about the party tonight."
Susan smiled glad that he decided to go. He needed to get out of the house and interact with his friends if only for a while.
"Mom I packed everything but if there's any problems give me a call," she spoke.
"Relax Susie I can look after them besides Morty will be there," she reassured. Susan smiled and walked out of the car with Sophie.
"Susie you take care of that poor confused man in there," she said.
"I will thanks mom."
"I'll bring the twins back tomorrow afternoon," she replied getting into the car.
Susan watched as she drove away and went back into the house. Mike was stood in the lounge picking up the twins toys.
"So what time is the party?" he asked with a grin.
"7pm and its Carlos' birthday," she replied. "You should have a good time the Solis' know how to throw a good party."
He laughed softly. "I'm gonna go for a jog I'll be back in an hour. You want to come?"
"Jogging. No I'd rather have a hot bath," she winked playfully.
"Okay," he laughed. "I'll see you later Susan." She watched as he ran out of the door offering her a small wave.
Later That Evening
Mike walked into the quiet house heading for the kitchen he filled up a glass of water swallowing it down thirstily. He looked at the clock the party would be in less than two hours he decided to go and have a shower.
A short while later Mike was dressed in a casual dark blue t-shirt and jeans. He ran a hand through his damp hair feeling pleased with his appearance he decided to go and see if Susan was ready. Walking out of his room he could hear the sound of soft music coming from the closed door and Susan's voice softly singing along with it.
"Here I am, baby... Come and take me...Here I am, baby... Come on and take me. Take me by the hand. Ooh, show me. Here I am baby."
Quietly knocking on the door he received no response opening it gently he walked inside.
"Susan are you…"
He stopped what he was saying he didn't expect to see her standing there in a skimpy black bra and matching panties. Susan let out a small shriek seeing him stood their in her room well technically it was their room.
"I'm sorry I'll wait for you downstairs," he mumbled embarrassed at the situation
"No Mike it's okay you just caught me by surprise," she smiled. "Plus you caught me singing again."
Mike managed to offer her a small smile. "I just came by to see if you were ready apparently not." He glanced at her body feeling his own react involuntarily. She really was beautiful.
Susan felt a shudder go through her entire body. Mike was looking at her the way he used to when he knew who she was. His eyes were filled with lust and passion.
She looked up stunned to see him standing a few inches away from her. He was so close she could just reach out and the bed was so inviting. Her body ached for him over the past months. She needed to feel him inside of her, making love to her like no one else could.
"This is our bedroom?" he stated directly.
Susan moved away slightly. "Yeah..our…bedroom."
He looked around the room it was warm, friendly and love filled it. His eyes drifted over to the bedside cabinet covered with picture frames of the kids and him and Susan.
He turned back to Susan noticing her bellybutton piercing and smiled. "That looks cute."
Susan felt her cheeks reddening at his comments. Mike looked at her concerned noticing the faint scar on her stomach. "What happened?"
"That..err…when..Sullivan..kidnapped…me one of the things he did was stab me here..and..it…left..a..scar," she whispered.
Mike reached out gently rubbing his thumb across it. Susan closed her eyes and sighed at the contact of his warm caress on her body. He continued stroking his thumb across the scar gently reaching the top of her panties.
Susan felt her body melting under his soft ministrations. He looked towards the bed all he had to do was lift her up and place her on it and make love to her; his beautiful wife.
"Mike please I need you," moaned Susan.
Mike grinned as he continued to place soft torturous kisses against her breasts. She ran her hands across his back moaning his name softly. Gently he ran his hands down her stomach towards her moist center carefully pushing a finger inside her.
"Ahhh…oh god Mike…Mike…""Mike," came the breathy whisper bringing him out of his daze.
"I should let you get ready I'll wait for you downstairs," he spoke hurriedly leaving the room. He closed the door kneeling against it. The feelings he felt were so real. He remembered making love to Susan the image of the two of them in the bed clear in his mind. Shaking his head he walked downstairs waiting for to get changed.
Mike walked across the street with Susan at his side. He was in awe of her tonight. There was a soft glow surrounding her and she was happy. At least happier than she had been in the past few months.
He was really lucky she was helping him; he had a wonderful wife and she was gorgeous too suggested the other part of his brain.
"Definitely gorgeous," he spoke aloud.
Susan turned to him a smile on her delicate face. "What?"
Mike cursed himself silently for his slip-up. "Nothing you look pretty tonight."
Susan rolled her eyes at his remark. "Thanks so do you. Come on," she smiled taking his hand and pulling him eagerly towards the house.
Mike watched as she walked in front of him, her black figure hugging backless dress looked amazing on her.
Susan noticed the apprehension in his eyes as she walked up the steps and squeezed his hand in reassurance. "It will be okay."
"I know," he smiled gratefully.
"Susan, Mike nice to see you both," greeted Bree happily hugging her friends. Mike returned the gesture awkwardly.
"Thanks Bree you look great. Where's everyone else?" she asked.
"Out in the garden come on let's join them," she replied warmly.
Mike followed Susan his hand still clasped firmly within hers as they made their way through the richly decorated house. Once outside they were greeted by loud music and excited friends.
"Mike nice to see you," smiled Carlos pulling him into a hug and away from Susan.
"Thanks Carlos happy birthday," he spoke nervously.
"Thanks now come and join the rest of us men for a beer," he smiled leading him towards Rex and Tom.
Susan walked up to Gabrielle and Lynette hugging each of them warmly. "Hi guys."
"Hey Susan glad you could make it," smiled Lynette.
"So what's going on between you and Mike?" asked Gabrielle interested in the latest gossip. She handed her friend a glass of champagne. "We noticed the hand holding."
"Gabby," scolded Bree.
"What? Oh come on Bree don't tell me you're not intrigued," she grinned. "So what is it Susan?"
"Nothing," she defended. "We're just getting along better."
"Anything happened between the two of you?" asked Lynette cautiously.
"No…I mean he's still confused and hasn't remembered anything. It's difficult," she confided.
"Oh sweetie I can't even imagine what you're going through," sympathized Bree.
Susan offered her a small smile. "Hopefully he'll remember soon."
She recalled the earlier incident in their bedroom. The way Mike touched her, his warm blue eyes gazing at her in yearning and need. She had wanted him to make love to her. To join their bodies as one, she wanted to gasp his name in pleasure.
She turned around at the sound of his soft laughter and looked to where he was standing with the others. All of them sharing a private joke. At least he wasn't as nervous as earlier and he seemed more relaxed. She gave him one last look before turning back to her friends.
Susan was sat with Lynette happily watching Bree and Rex dance in the center of the garden as well as Carlos and Gabrielle. She looked for Mike and smiled when she saw him sat with Tom in deep conversation.
"You think Tom would have asked me to dance by now," spoke Lynette rolling her eyes.
"He and Mike seemed to be in a serious conversation," smiled Susan.
"Yeah about football and who's going to win the tournament," shrugged Lynette.
Susan laughed at her comment. "You're right."
"What are you two beautiful ladies smiling at?" asked Carlos coming to stand next to them.
"Nothing to concern you," responded Lynette winking at Susan.
"Okay I just came by to ask you lovely ladies to dance. Apparently my wife had had enough," he grinned.
"Go ahead Susan have a dance with the birthday boy," laughed Lynette.
"No it's okay Lynette you can go."
"Oh come on one dance," sighed Carlos.
"Fine," smiled Susan holding out her hand. Carlos smiled victoriously and led her to the center of the garden.
Mike was talking to Tom when he heard the sound of Susan's soft laughter. He looked up and saw her dancing with Carlos. Her soft hair was blowing slightly with the gentle breeze. He watched as Susan held onto Carlos' shoulders and his hands were placed on her back.
Mike was jealous. How dare he put his hands on his wife? He had his own wife why wasn't he dancing with her? He clenched the bottle of beer tightly in his hand. He knew that they were just friends but that didn't stop the jealously in him. The image of his friend holding his wife was too painful.
He should be the one holding her not Carlos or any other man only him. He was acting like a jealous lunatic but he couldn't help it that's exactly how he was feeling. Jealous.
Jealous that this man was making Susan laugh brightly. Jealous that he whispered something in her ear, which made her giggle. He couldn't take more of Carlos' hand on the smooth skin of her back. Finishing off his beer he turned around surprised to see Edie stood in front of him.
"Mike how are you?" she smiled reaching to hug him but he flinched away. "What's wrong?"
She turned around seeing Mike's frown as he looked at Susan dancing with Carlos. "Oh Mike first Karl and now Carlos."
Mike glared at her. "Give it up Edie I know you lied to me about Susan and Karl," he snarled.
"Did Susan tell you that?" she asked more than a little annoyed. "She's the one who's lying to you."
"Why would she?" he spoke bitterly.
"To keep you in her life," suggested Edie. "I can't believe you're falling for it."
"I can't believe I actually trusted you," he whispered. "Stay the hell away from me."
"What about when she leaves you for Karl?" she yelled angrily.
Mike refused to give into her remarks and smiled. "Bye Edie and tell Karl not to come to my house unless it's to do with Julie."
He left a fuming Edie behind and walked towards where his wife was still dancing with Carlos. Gently he tapped her on the shoulder. Susan turned around softly.
"Mike what is it?" she asked worried.
"Nothing dance with me," he smiled.
Susan's eyes shined brightly at the idea and she smiled shyly.
"Go ahead," encouraged Carlos. "Lynette still owes me a dance."
For a short while Susan just stared at Mike taking in his presence. She never expected him to be standing there asking her to dance. With a small grin he pulled her into his arms as the soft song played around them.
Spend all your time waiting
For that second chance
For a break that would make it ok
There's always one reason
To feel not good enough
And it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
Oh beautiful release
Memory seep from my veins
Let me be empty and weightless
And maybe I'll find some peace tonight
She tightened her arms around his chest and knelt her head against it listening to his soft heartbeat and closing her eyes in contentment.
In the arms of the angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here
Susan's friends' watched from the far end of the garden mesmerized by the sight before them.
"They look so beautiful," sighed Gabrielle.
"They really do," agreed Lynette.
"I hope Mike gets his memory back they deserve to be happy," spoke Bree sadly.
They all nodded in agreement turning back to the unaware couple.
Mike ran his hand across Susan's back and breathed in her scent. She looked perfect in his arms, she belonged here with him and he belonged with her.
In the arms of the angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here
Susan pulled away regretfully as the song ended. She looked up at Mike who was gazing at her in wonder.
"Thank you for the dance."
"You're welcome," he smiled touching her cheek with the back of his hand. "It was nice."
"Mike get over here," yelled Rex breaking the mood.
Susan smiled. "You should go before they come and drag you over there."
Mike grinned at her softly before going to join the rest of the guys.
A few hours later the party was starting to end and people were starting to slowly leave. Susan yawned softly and Mike smiled at her. "You think we should go home?"
She nodded her head eagerly. "Yes before I fall into the pool," she joked.
They both said goodbye to their friends with Susan promising to turn up for their weekly poker game.
Walking out of the house Susan walked alongside Mike gazing up at the twinkling stars.
"I love it like this," she whispered. "It's so romantic."
"Mike where are you taking me?" she laughed holding onto his hand.
He smiled at her impatience. "Just a few more steps."
"I still don't see why I had to wear a blindfold," she pouted.
"Because otherwise it wouldn't be a surprise," he laughed.
They suddenly stopped and he moved behind her taking off the blindfold. Susan sighed at the scene before her. Outside in the garden was a soft blue blanket strewn with delicate rose petals and a bucket of champagne sat in a corner.
"Mike what's this?"
He wrapped his arms around her waist kissing her neck. "Surprise just you, me and the stars," he smiled.
"It's perfect," she smiled kissing him hungrily. "You're perfect."
Susan stopped walking when she realized Mike was still stood on the other side of the street. She walked back towards him.
"Mike are you okay?"
"Yeah, did we…did…I…surprise…you..one..night," he stopped unsure of how to explain. "Did we once spend the night outside under the stars?"
Susan was stunned at the question. "Yeah you surprised me once. Do you remember something?"
"It was just a quick flash but I remembered," he smiled hopefully.
"It will come back," she smiled touching his arm.
Mike grinned following her into the house watching as she turned on the lights and walked into the kitchen.
"Are you glad you went tonight?" she asked filling up a glass of water.
"Yeah thanks for talking me into it."
"So I was right you did have a good night?" she laughed.
"Okay you were right this time," he teased. "Although seeing you dancing with Carlos was weird."
"Don't tell me you were jealous," she asked playfully walking towards him.
"Maybe," he responded his blue eyes sparkling.
"Well you don't have to be," she smiled touching his arm.
"I just wish I could remember," he whispered taking her hand and intertwining their fingers together.
"You will Mike, you just need to stay positive," she encouraged her voice a soft whisper.
"I want to remember you. I want to remember our life together, to know what it's like to feel you."
Looking into her warm hazel eyes Mike gave up the battle he'd fought so hard and swept Susan up against his hard chest. Lowering his mouth he captured her lips and softly kissed her.
The kiss was warm, intimate and yet surprisingly gentle as his mouth caressed her lips. Susan involuntary sighed and Mike's tongue slipped softly into the wet interior of her mouth. As the kiss deepened, Susan closed her eyes and moaned.
Mike's mind raced with thoughts. 'How could I have ever forgotten something as wonderful as kissing? How could I forget something as wonderful as kissing Susan.' Mike's heart called for to his subconscious to remember. As his tongue reacquainted itself with her mouth Mike pulled her closer into his arms.
Susan didn't know what she was feeling his hard muscular body felt so right pressing into her soft flesh that she didn't argue as she melted into his arms.
As the hunger inside her grew she wrapped her arms around his neck and her whole body ached to push closer. Mike felt a warm rush of arousal and cursed bitterly that his body and heart seemed to remember what his mind still refused to acknowledge.
Before she could gather her senses, the situation changed drastically and Susan felt her back lowered down to the hard kitchen table. The few books scattered noisily across the floor as Mike's large body covered hers. As she kissed him back, he murmured in pleasure and pressed her harder into the cool wooden tabletop.
"Susan" Mike softly moaned her name as his lips pulled away from her mouth and moved to the soft flesh of her neck. It was only when his hand slipped smoothly beneath her dress that she realized what was about to happen. This was wrong. No matter how wonderful it felt. She couldn't make love to a man who didn't remember her. She didn't know if Mike would regret everything the next morning.
"No. Mike I can't do this" she whispered pushing at his chest.
Feeling her sudden resistance, he immediately backed off. "I'm sorry. I'm... Susan, believe me, this won't happen again " Turning, he quickly left the room leaving Susan to wonder what had just happened between them.
When Susan finally pulled herself together and readjusted her clothes, she found him in the lounge: hands thrust deep into his pockets, staring out of the window.
"I'm not sure what just happened?" she whispered, her cheeks still flushed
"It was my fault, it won't happen again" Mike spoke quietly without looking round, His voice was cold now and etched in pain.
The kiss had left him confused and shaken and he really needed to get as far away from Susan as he possibly could.
"I…err…just..need to be…alone," he murmured.
"Please, I know how hard this must be for you but I need you to understand. Don't go just stay with me please will you just hold me tonight?" she asked pleading.
The sight of her pleading eyes kept him from fleeing and he walked towards her pulling her in his arms and leading her towards the couch.
"Will…you..just hold me?" she whispered.
Mike nodded his head simply and sat down on the couch as she nestled into his embrace. "Thank you," she sighed before sleep consumed her entire body.
Susan woke up the next morning feeling more relaxed than she had been in a long time. She had slept through the entire night knowing immediately that it had something to do with Mike. Having him next to her made her feel safe. Realizing that they must have fallen asleep on the couch she stood up softly stretching her arms and legs.
She smiled as Mike walked into the room a cup of coffee in his hand. "Morning did you sleep well?"
"Yes thank you." She ran a hand through her tousled hair. "I must look terrible."
"You look beautiful," he whispered. "I'm gonna make us some breakfast."
"Great I'll just go and have a quick shower," she smiled heading upstairs.
Twenty minutes later Susan came down the stairs, the smell of freshly cooked food drifting towards her. "That smells great," she yelled loudly.
Mike came out of the kitchen a towel in his hand. "Thanks now you just need to eat it."
A knock on the door interrupted them and Susan rolled her eyes. "Guess I have to wait."
She opened the door surprised and confused to see Kendra and Noah Taylor stood there. "Hello Susan," she greeted politely."
"Where's Mike?" spoke Noah his voice gruff. They pushed past Susan into the house.
"Susan what's taking so long?" asked Mike coming out of the kitchen once again. "Noah!" he spoke stunned.
"You remember him?" asked Susan noticing Mike called him by his name.
"Yeah Noah Taylor and Kendra," he responded looking at the young woman stood next to her father.
"Hey Mike it's good to see you," she smiled hugging him.
Mike looked at Susan noticing that she seemed uneasy with the Taylor's in her house. "What are you doing here?"
"We heard about your amnesia and dad wants to talk to you," informed Kendra.
"Come on Mike lets go and have a chat," he demanded pulling him into a hug.
Mike was sat in the lounge listening to Noah's proposition. He looked at Susan who was sadly kneeling against the wall.
"You can't remember anything. Can you?" asked Noah.
"No..I mean not about my life here and Susan said I spent some time in jail," he spoke.
"You did for protecting my Deidra, the woman you once loved," smiled Noah. "Deidra is why I'm here."
"Why? She's dead," bit Susan harshly.
Noah ignored the remark and turned to Mike. "You don't belong here."
Susan moved away from the wall angrily. "What? Of course he does. He has a family here."
"A family he doesn't remember," snarled Noah. "Mike you remember us. You know we are your family."
"No you can't do this," argued Susan. Mike looked confused between Susan and Noah. Was Noah right?
"Mike you were helping me with looking for Deidra. I would like to know who killed my daughter and for you to help me," demanded Noah.
"Get out you can't do this to him. Why are you doing this?" cried Susan.
"Come back with me and Kendra. You can stay with us. We'll take care of you. There's nothing to keep you here," reassured Noah standing up. Mike looked at him for a second before doing the same.
"The driver's waiting we need to go now," demanded the older man.
Susan looked tearfully at Kendra. "Please don't do this. Don't take him away."
"I'm sorry Susan. I wish there was another way," she apologized.
Susan's whole body was shaking uncontrollably. Mike looked at her painfully before Noah pushed him out of the door.
"I don't know why you're doing this. It's better this way. You can move on start with someone new," sighed Noah.
Susan grabbed onto Mike's arm tightly. "No..nononononono…please don't Mike don't go…please... you can't…"
Mike looked at her sadly. His own eyes red and brimming with tears. "I'm sorry."
Susan watched as Noah pushed Mike into the car closing the door and speeding away. She sank painfully to the hard floor crying loudly as Mike was taken away from her life. She had lost him.
TBC
A/N: Thanks for reading and let me know what you thought. Next chapter will be up soon :)
