What if Michael had grabbed Laurie's ankle instead of Karen's in 2018? My take on what might have happened between them in her basement.
"Run!" Laurie shouted to Karen and Allyson as they fled up the concealed staircase, Myers still gripping Laurie's ankle so tightly she knew she had no chance of fighting him off. Effortlessly he pulled her back down the stairs as she shouted at Karen and Allyson again to just run. She knew if they tried to help her fight Myers off they too would die. Better just her than all three of them.
Myers dragged her back in to the underground shelter and then to Laurie's horror pressed the button which closed the hidden entrance. Automatically Laurie reached for one of the light switches, it was pitch black down here. Myers had released her ankle and now pulled her violently to her feet. He raised his knife then and grabbed Laurie's collar. This is it; this is it, Laurie thought distractedly. I'm about to die. This is it! Myers yanked her against him and she felt the tip of his knife press against the side of her neck. Make it quick? She pleaded with the Boogeyman silently. Please just make it quick?
"Michael," Laurie had said his name quite before she could stop herself. "Michael, I… This may sound crazy, but please just listen to me for a minute?" Myers made no response and his knife didn't leave her neck either. But he made no move to plunge it in to her throat. Laurie took that as his silent nod and began to speak fast, terrified she'd be dead any second. These are my last words, was all she could think. These are my last words, so make them good Strode!
"Michael, I know you aren't going to believe it, you probably think this is my way of stopping you from killing me, but I promise you it's not. After I've said this you can do what you want. I'm not stupid, you're the Boogeyman and I know better than to try to fight you without a weapon. I admit it, I'll hold my hands up. You have me cornered right now. But please just hear me out first?"
She felt a sharp stab of pain as Myers jabbed the knife in to the soft flesh of her neck. She could read his message to her as clearly as if he'd spoken it. So get on with it. I'm waiting. She took a deep breath and tried again.
"Michael, I don't know what's wrong with me, hell maybe I'm mad! Hell maybe I am! But it doesn't change how I'm feeling! Hasn't done for the last 40 years. Hell I even saw a doctor about it, same result. Michael, every night since you were recaptured I prayed for you once again to escape. Not so I could kill you, but so I could say these words to you before you killed me, or at least before we fight to certain death." Laurie's heart was pounding. Myers's knife against her neck was not helping her. But she'd started, so she had to finish.
"Michael Myers I haven't been able to stop thinking about you! You're in my head, my dreams, hell my heart! Every night when I try to sleep, you're there! You've done something to me and I don't know what it is! But damn it I want to know! All I could think about would be what it would be like if you…" She could hardly believe she was saying this to the Boogeyman. She hadn't told anyone all of the details of how she felt, not even her doctor. Now she spoke in just above a whisper, only then realising tears were falling down her face. "Kissed me, loved me, and held me. Something about you drew me to you that night in 1978 and I have no idea what it was! But it's still there, Michael. That pull. I want to be near you, I want to be close to you. Tonight I fully intended somehow to get you alone before… You know, so I could tell you this before one or both of us died. I know you want to kill me and I certainly wouldn't just stand there and take it. Or at least, I wouldn't have until a few months ago when my feelings got stronger. Why, Michael Myers? What have you done to me? Why do I feel this way? All I ask, just once before you kill me tonight or I die trying to bring you down, please, touch me? Hold me? Just once?"
Laurie didn't even notice when Myers's knife left her neck but next second he'd grabbed her, pulling her against him. Laurie looked up in to his blank emotionless gaze through the holes in his mask, before with total ease, he threw her to the ground. He was beside her within seconds, his powerful arms coming back around her, pulling her tightly back to him as they both lay on the floor of Laurie's carpeted basement. She again looked up at him as she felt her head rest on his shoulder.
"I hate you," she sobbed. "But damn it Michael Myers I…"
Michael yanked her against him effectively silencing her. Then, he did something that took Laurie completely by surprise. Still holding her tightly to him, one hand began to softly stroke her back. Laurie found herself clinging to him and she couldn't stop herself. Michael made no move to shrug her off however. Before she'd quite realised what was happening, Myers was lifting up her top, his surprisingly warm hands resting on her skin. Also surprisingly softly. "Please," Laurie begged the Boogeyman as he started to fondle her breasts through the thin material of her bra, before raising her shirt over her head and letting it fall to the floor. Laurie reached behind her and removed her bra, tossing it on top of her shirt. Myers pulled her back to him, the feel of his navy coveralls soft against her skin. Then he reached for his own shirt, removing it. Laurie felt her skin make contact with his then and almost cried all over again. "I need you Michael," she almost begged. "I need you so bad… 40 years I've tried to keep this to myself, but I can't… Not to you… Not anymore…
Myers's arms tightened and then, finally and very slowly, he removed his mask, setting it on the floor. Laurie got her first look at the face of Michael Myers. Fuck he's gorgeous, she thought, her heart speeding up again but not out of fear this time. Before she'd quite realised what she was doing, her hands were against his chest, as his continued to touch and massage her breasts, before he took her nipples between his fingers. Laurie had to fight hard to hold back the moan of ecstasy fighting to get out of her. But if she let herself do that; she'd be putty in his hands even more than she already was. Or maybe it was already too late.
She reached down just long enough to remove the rest of her clothes as Myers followed suit with his, pulling her back in to his arms. "Kiss me?" Laurie pleaded. "Please?"
When he lowered his head to her and claimed her lips with his, Laurie thought she was about to die right there and not from a stab wound. From the thrill she felt as Michael's mouth moved sensuously against hers. Before long their mouths parted and their tongues softly came in to contact as they kissed passionately. This was better than Laurie could've ever dreamed. Or indeed had ever dreamed. Myers eventually released her with one arm and she felt his hand lovingly slip to the place she needed it most. "Please…" She now did moan, unable to hold it back this time. She was his in every way right now.
Fuck has he done this before? Laurie thought as Myers started to stroke her clitoris with a tenderness she would never have expected from him. She was already wet for him and as a result it didn't take long for her to reach orgasm. "Michael, please…" She pleaded as she came. Exactly what she was pleading with him for this time she didn't know. Just him?
Myers reclaimed her lips with his as he now climbed atop her. Laurie was only too willing. Before she'd realised quite what she was doing, she'd wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and he didn't push her off. On the contrary, his arms came softly around her, just before he slid in to her.
As Myers began to make love to her, Laurie felt the tears of… Happiness? Begin to slide down her face. This was where she'd wanted to be for 40 years, she just hadn't known it until a few months ago. Dreaming of him, this, night after night without fail, feeling a desperate longing for him which she couldn't name. She'd tried to ask herself again and again if it was love and if so how, he'd killed her best friends, but there was no getting away from how she felt, whatever it was. She was alive so was he and that was all she could think about.
"Michael Myers I think I love you!" She sobbed against his neck as he started to move inside her. "I do! I don't know how, I don't know why, but… Myers stopped her by taking her mouth in a kiss as he continued to move inside her. Laurie held him to her as tightly as she could. Her second orgasm when it hit was just as intense as the first and at the same time she felt Myers ejaculate in to her. But it was what happened then which almost stopped her breath.
Myers wrapped his arms securely back around her, holding her tightly as he still lay atop her. Laurie held him just as tightly back, her arms around his neck. After a moment he rolled her on to her side so he was still holding her close as they lay beside one another, Laurie's arms still tight around his neck.
"Michael," she was crying in earnest now. "Michael Myers I love you! Damn it! I can say I think all I like, but the truth is staring me in the face! I love you, Michael Myers! If you're going to kill me tonight, please make it quick? I can't fight you, I can't! Not when you hold my fucking heart in your hands! There's no way! I was afraid of this from the moment I realised how I felt for you and after what's just happened… Oh Michael, I can't! I…"
Myers once again surprised her as he started once again stroking her back. She buried her head against his neck as she cried without restraint. Why, she wasn't sure. Because he'd soon kill her? Because she wanted to be with him? She wasn't sure. But Myers made no move to pull away from her, even as her tears fell against his neck. He just continued stroking her back and holding her close.
"I need you Michael," she sobbed. "I want you; I love you! I don't know why as I said but…"
Now Myers did stop her with a lingering kiss as he began to wipe her tears away with his thumbs, before picking up his coveralls and affectionately draping them over her as he held her tightly. "Won't you be cold?" Laurie spoke in just above a whisper. Myers made no response, just pulled her back against his chest. Once again Laurie felt the tears fall as Myers held her this time in what really felt like a genuine hug. He made no move to replace his mask or pick up his knife.
"Are you going to kill me?" Laurie breathed after a moment. "If you are, let me die this way? Here? Now?" Myers only kissed her, not letting her go. After a few more moments, Laurie softly spoke again. "But if you're not going to kill me, please don't let me go? Stay with me Michael? Tonight and forever?" Myers simply kissed her again, making no move to release her. Laurie felt her head rest on his shoulder and before she knew it her eyes were closing as sleep took her.
When she woke up the next morning, she was back in her bed, but she wasn't alone. Michael was still with her, holding her tightly in the warmth of the bed. Slowly, tentatively as if she now feared he would kill her after all, perhaps she did deep down, she lent in and softly kissed him. But she didn't get a chance to pull back because Myers tightened his arms around her and took her mouth back with his. Their kiss deepened and became more intense. Laurie clung to him once more as it did so. She thought then of Karen and Allyson. How would they react to this news? Whatever it turned out to be? Would she even live to tell them? But tell them what? She and Michael were a couple now? Laurie didn't even know what that day would bring, let alone the next, or the one after that.
So right now, all she focused on was Myers's embrace and kisses, not letting herself think too far in to the future, or even if she would live to see it. She was entirely at Michael's mercy, now in more ways than one. But she wouldn't worry about it. What would happen would happen and she would face it when it did.