Title: Going On (2/?)
Author: Ashley
E-mail: SweetieDayDreams@aol.com
Category: M/M angst
Feedback: Always welcome
Disclaimer: I don't own them, but you knew that
Inspiration: To all the people that sent F/B. I appreciate them taking the time to say they like my work.
A/N: I have only the vaguest idea where this story is going, but I'll try to make it good.
Recap: Michael left Maria to find out if being with her made him a weaker person. She's a kindergarten
teacher, and they have twins together, Marc and Meghan. A man came to her class saying he would
be sitting in for a couple of days. Something about him makes Maria very uncomfortable.
Marc and Meghan were waiting by the office when Maria emerged from her classroom. She felt a catch
in her throat when she saw Marc, looking so much like his father at that age. Forcing a smile that she
was far from feeling to her lips, she stretched a hand out to each of them. The feel of their small
palms resting in hers brought a mistiness to her eyes.
Maria, you are letting your overactive imagination get to you again, she told herself silently. Just because that Kline guy was a little creepy doesn't mean he's waiting around the corner to grab your kids.
At that moment, Meghan looked up, her green eyes serious, her brow furrowed. Maria felt as if her daughter was reading every thought that flitted through her mind. Another thing she got from her father. But she didn't say anything, just squeezed her daughter's hand slightly.
Her confusing thoughts followed her home and through dinner. As she set the twins to doing their homework, she wandered into her bedroom. A picture of Michael sat on the nightstand. Maria picked it up, sitting on the edge of the bed. Her fingers traced the beloved features.
"I wish you were here." she whispered softly. "I could really use someone to talk to right about now."
A tear fell, sliding its way down the glass. Maria stared at the picture, at the way the tear seemed to come from Michael's own eye.
The doorbell rang, the unexpected sound caused Maria to jump. The picture slipped from her fingers to land on the floor with the sound of shattering glass. She dropped to her knees, grabbing the frame from the floor. A piece of glass sliced into her hand but she ignored it.
Maria gave a sigh of relief as she saw the picture itself was undamaged. Gently, she laid it on the nightstand and bent to scoop the glass fragments into the trash. There seemed to be a big piece of glass missing, but before she could search for it, the doorbell rang again. Rising from where she knelt on the floor, she made her way down the hall.
The opened door revealed a frowning Isabel. "Is everything all right? It took so long for you to get to the door." She stopped at the sight of Maria's tear-streaked face. "Are you okay?"
Maria shook her head. "I'm fine. I was just thinking about Michael, and one thing led to another . . ." she gestured helplessly to her face.
The tall blonde stared at the blood staining her friend's hand. Reaching out, she clapped it in both of her own. Looking it over, she saw the gash across the palm. Closing her eyes, she concentrated. A warmth flitted through her hands as they glowed briefly. When she pulled away, the cut was healed as though it had never been there.
Isabel looked at Maria, raising one eyebrow. "You wanna talk?"
Without a word, Maria led Isabel to the living room.
Michael stared at the dingy wall. The feeling had been so strong for a moment. It was as if Maria had been sitting beside him. He could almost feel the touch of her fingers sliding across his face.
His chest felt tight as he imagined her, sitting on the couch, smiling at him. In the yard, pushing Marc and Meghan on the swing set they'd bought them for Christmas.
He barely noticed the tear that spilled down his cheek.
Author: Ashley
E-mail: SweetieDayDreams@aol.com
Category: M/M angst
Feedback: Always welcome
Disclaimer: I don't own them, but you knew that
Inspiration: To all the people that sent F/B. I appreciate them taking the time to say they like my work.
A/N: I have only the vaguest idea where this story is going, but I'll try to make it good.
Recap: Michael left Maria to find out if being with her made him a weaker person. She's a kindergarten
teacher, and they have twins together, Marc and Meghan. A man came to her class saying he would
be sitting in for a couple of days. Something about him makes Maria very uncomfortable.
Marc and Meghan were waiting by the office when Maria emerged from her classroom. She felt a catch
in her throat when she saw Marc, looking so much like his father at that age. Forcing a smile that she
was far from feeling to her lips, she stretched a hand out to each of them. The feel of their small
palms resting in hers brought a mistiness to her eyes.
Maria, you are letting your overactive imagination get to you again, she told herself silently. Just because that Kline guy was a little creepy doesn't mean he's waiting around the corner to grab your kids.
At that moment, Meghan looked up, her green eyes serious, her brow furrowed. Maria felt as if her daughter was reading every thought that flitted through her mind. Another thing she got from her father. But she didn't say anything, just squeezed her daughter's hand slightly.
Her confusing thoughts followed her home and through dinner. As she set the twins to doing their homework, she wandered into her bedroom. A picture of Michael sat on the nightstand. Maria picked it up, sitting on the edge of the bed. Her fingers traced the beloved features.
"I wish you were here." she whispered softly. "I could really use someone to talk to right about now."
A tear fell, sliding its way down the glass. Maria stared at the picture, at the way the tear seemed to come from Michael's own eye.
The doorbell rang, the unexpected sound caused Maria to jump. The picture slipped from her fingers to land on the floor with the sound of shattering glass. She dropped to her knees, grabbing the frame from the floor. A piece of glass sliced into her hand but she ignored it.
Maria gave a sigh of relief as she saw the picture itself was undamaged. Gently, she laid it on the nightstand and bent to scoop the glass fragments into the trash. There seemed to be a big piece of glass missing, but before she could search for it, the doorbell rang again. Rising from where she knelt on the floor, she made her way down the hall.
The opened door revealed a frowning Isabel. "Is everything all right? It took so long for you to get to the door." She stopped at the sight of Maria's tear-streaked face. "Are you okay?"
Maria shook her head. "I'm fine. I was just thinking about Michael, and one thing led to another . . ." she gestured helplessly to her face.
The tall blonde stared at the blood staining her friend's hand. Reaching out, she clapped it in both of her own. Looking it over, she saw the gash across the palm. Closing her eyes, she concentrated. A warmth flitted through her hands as they glowed briefly. When she pulled away, the cut was healed as though it had never been there.
Isabel looked at Maria, raising one eyebrow. "You wanna talk?"
Without a word, Maria led Isabel to the living room.
Michael stared at the dingy wall. The feeling had been so strong for a moment. It was as if Maria had been sitting beside him. He could almost feel the touch of her fingers sliding across his face.
His chest felt tight as he imagined her, sitting on the couch, smiling at him. In the yard, pushing Marc and Meghan on the swing set they'd bought them for Christmas.
He barely noticed the tear that spilled down his cheek.