I met Micah in the library that evening. He was sprawled out on a couch
looking completely comfortable. I really could understand why Damien felt a
little inferior to him, he seemed to do so easily what Sherlock couldn't do
to save his life.
After an hour of talking and helping Micah revise his paper, I found I really did enjoy his company. He was intelligent in a sort of abstract, creative way. He also had a quick, quirky sense of humor that I appreciated. He really was one of the sweetest people I'd ever met. He was genuinely interested in the poisoning case and I really could see him enjoying helping us.
"Why don't you and Damien get along?" I asked finally.
Micah sighed and leaned back on the sofa.
"It's not that I don't like him," he said, "it's just he never liked me. I think he resented his mother marrying my father. They got married and soon after that he started drugs. Nearly killed his mother worrying about him, but he didn't care. Personally I thought he was a jerk to put his mother through that."
"I think he was just trying to stop hurting," I replied, "he just didn't know where to channel it. He's found an outlet now. Solving crime seems to be what he needs, and I like helping him."
Micah smiled.
"He likes you I can tell," he said, "he's never hung around a girl this long without trying to run her off."
"Oh he tried," I said with a laugh, "he just didn't succeed."
Micah chuckled.
"You're tougher than I gave you credit for, or crazier maybe," he said with a grin.
"He's got a good heart and you remind me a lot of him. I wish you would give each other a chance," I sighed, "I really think you could like each other."
Micah looked at me.
"I don't know how to try anymore," he said with resignation.
And then the bottom fell out. I looked up just in time to see Damien walk in the library and spot me. And then Micah. Damien walked over and looked from me too Micah. I waited for hell to break loose.
"Oh so this is who you were 'helping'" Damien said scathingly.
Micah jumped up.
"It wasn't her," he defended, "I asked her to help me."
"I'm sure you did," Damien growled.
Micah's eyes narrowed.
"I didn't do anything wrong," he said in a dangerously even voice, "and I don't see your name written on her anywhere. Back off Damien."
Sparks flew from Sherlock's eyes and he shoved Micah backwards. Micah caught his weight and slammed into Damien. How was I going to stop this? I resorted to my only course of action. I wrenched Damien's arm back and forcibly stepped between them.
"Stop it!" I whispered fiercely, "you're acting like a pair of 5 year olds on a playground."
They both pulled themselves under control quickly after that.
"Micah, I'm sorry. I'm going to have to cut out," I apologized.
"No problem," he said, never taking his eyes off of Damien, "I'll talk to you later."
I grabbed Damien by the arm and forcibly dragged him with me. We were going to have it out and I didn't want anyone else to hear it.
After an hour of talking and helping Micah revise his paper, I found I really did enjoy his company. He was intelligent in a sort of abstract, creative way. He also had a quick, quirky sense of humor that I appreciated. He really was one of the sweetest people I'd ever met. He was genuinely interested in the poisoning case and I really could see him enjoying helping us.
"Why don't you and Damien get along?" I asked finally.
Micah sighed and leaned back on the sofa.
"It's not that I don't like him," he said, "it's just he never liked me. I think he resented his mother marrying my father. They got married and soon after that he started drugs. Nearly killed his mother worrying about him, but he didn't care. Personally I thought he was a jerk to put his mother through that."
"I think he was just trying to stop hurting," I replied, "he just didn't know where to channel it. He's found an outlet now. Solving crime seems to be what he needs, and I like helping him."
Micah smiled.
"He likes you I can tell," he said, "he's never hung around a girl this long without trying to run her off."
"Oh he tried," I said with a laugh, "he just didn't succeed."
Micah chuckled.
"You're tougher than I gave you credit for, or crazier maybe," he said with a grin.
"He's got a good heart and you remind me a lot of him. I wish you would give each other a chance," I sighed, "I really think you could like each other."
Micah looked at me.
"I don't know how to try anymore," he said with resignation.
And then the bottom fell out. I looked up just in time to see Damien walk in the library and spot me. And then Micah. Damien walked over and looked from me too Micah. I waited for hell to break loose.
"Oh so this is who you were 'helping'" Damien said scathingly.
Micah jumped up.
"It wasn't her," he defended, "I asked her to help me."
"I'm sure you did," Damien growled.
Micah's eyes narrowed.
"I didn't do anything wrong," he said in a dangerously even voice, "and I don't see your name written on her anywhere. Back off Damien."
Sparks flew from Sherlock's eyes and he shoved Micah backwards. Micah caught his weight and slammed into Damien. How was I going to stop this? I resorted to my only course of action. I wrenched Damien's arm back and forcibly stepped between them.
"Stop it!" I whispered fiercely, "you're acting like a pair of 5 year olds on a playground."
They both pulled themselves under control quickly after that.
"Micah, I'm sorry. I'm going to have to cut out," I apologized.
"No problem," he said, never taking his eyes off of Damien, "I'll talk to you later."
I grabbed Damien by the arm and forcibly dragged him with me. We were going to have it out and I didn't want anyone else to hear it.