Title: Going On (6/?)
Author: Ashley
E-mail: SweetieDayDreams@aol.com
Category: M/M angst
Archive: My site, http://www.starwanderers.homestead.com
Feedback: Always welcome, and thanks for the great words everyone sent on the
other parts. I really appreciate it.
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.
Recap:
Michael is being held captive in some sort of cell by people who "know" about
his origins. When he refused, for three months, to give them the answers they
wanted, they kidnapped Maria, Marc, and Meghan. The bad guys dumped the three
in front of Michael, trying to get him to talk.
PART SIX
Michael felt as though his heart would pound right through his chest
as he looked at the people he loved, laying so still. Maria's arm was just an
inch away from his outstretched fingertips.
Suddenly, a suit clad leg stepped between them. Kline's voice was
smug. "I suppose you'll be willing to talk now?"
Michael leapt to his feet. His hand shot through the bars to grab
Kline by the throat. "What did you do to them?"
Kline seemed fairly calm, considering the circumstances. He raised
both arms straight out. "I wouldn't do anything hasty if I were you. They're
just knocked out right now, but one word from me can make their conditions .
. . permanent."
Though every muscle in his body was screaming at him to throttle
Kline, Michael slowly released the other man. Kline made a production of
straightening his suit, smoothing the wrinkles from his lapel.
"Let's get right to it, shall we? We know that you are . . .
different. The blood samples we took upon your arrival prove that beyond a
doubt. What we don't know is where you came from, and why you're here. These
seem to be answers that only you can give us. But since you are determined to
keep your silence, you've made it impossible to keep this just between us. We
had to go and involve your family. Now, of course we would have had to study
the children eventually, but we could have left your little wife out of it."
He smirked as he turned to face Maria. He nudged her hand with his foot.
"Such a dear woman, your wife. Very protective."
A growl burst from Michael's throat at the way the slimeball was
looking at his Maria. He banged his fists against the bars, ignoring the pain.
"Get away from her," he demanded in a low voice. A voice that anyone who knew
him would have recognized as one that meant business.
Kline took a step back, then tried to mask it by making his way to the
door. "We'll just give you awhile to think about what needs to be done. In
the meantime, your little family will have to come with me." He motioned
slightly with one hand, and the men from earlier reentered the room.
Michael watched with a tight feeling in his chest as his reasons foe
living were scooped up and carried out of sight. Kline followed after them,
and the door was slammed shut, leaving Michael alone.
Just like before.
Author: Ashley
E-mail: SweetieDayDreams@aol.com
Category: M/M angst
Archive: My site, http://www.starwanderers.homestead.com
Feedback: Always welcome, and thanks for the great words everyone sent on the
other parts. I really appreciate it.
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.
Recap:
Michael is being held captive in some sort of cell by people who "know" about
his origins. When he refused, for three months, to give them the answers they
wanted, they kidnapped Maria, Marc, and Meghan. The bad guys dumped the three
in front of Michael, trying to get him to talk.
PART SIX
Michael felt as though his heart would pound right through his chest
as he looked at the people he loved, laying so still. Maria's arm was just an
inch away from his outstretched fingertips.
Suddenly, a suit clad leg stepped between them. Kline's voice was
smug. "I suppose you'll be willing to talk now?"
Michael leapt to his feet. His hand shot through the bars to grab
Kline by the throat. "What did you do to them?"
Kline seemed fairly calm, considering the circumstances. He raised
both arms straight out. "I wouldn't do anything hasty if I were you. They're
just knocked out right now, but one word from me can make their conditions .
. . permanent."
Though every muscle in his body was screaming at him to throttle
Kline, Michael slowly released the other man. Kline made a production of
straightening his suit, smoothing the wrinkles from his lapel.
"Let's get right to it, shall we? We know that you are . . .
different. The blood samples we took upon your arrival prove that beyond a
doubt. What we don't know is where you came from, and why you're here. These
seem to be answers that only you can give us. But since you are determined to
keep your silence, you've made it impossible to keep this just between us. We
had to go and involve your family. Now, of course we would have had to study
the children eventually, but we could have left your little wife out of it."
He smirked as he turned to face Maria. He nudged her hand with his foot.
"Such a dear woman, your wife. Very protective."
A growl burst from Michael's throat at the way the slimeball was
looking at his Maria. He banged his fists against the bars, ignoring the pain.
"Get away from her," he demanded in a low voice. A voice that anyone who knew
him would have recognized as one that meant business.
Kline took a step back, then tried to mask it by making his way to the
door. "We'll just give you awhile to think about what needs to be done. In
the meantime, your little family will have to come with me." He motioned
slightly with one hand, and the men from earlier reentered the room.
Michael watched with a tight feeling in his chest as his reasons foe
living were scooped up and carried out of sight. Kline followed after them,
and the door was slammed shut, leaving Michael alone.
Just like before.