--Hey guys, sorry I didn't do this for the first chapter, but I am a little
new at writing all of this : ) This next Chapter is a very short one.but I
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*I do not own Alias or any of its characters
"Mike, I don't know where the HELL you are but you better get your sorry ass back here. Devlin is pissed and I have called you at LEAST six times on this cell, so don't say I didn't warn you. And if you're with her. I swear Mike you better not be because if you are.Donovan! Donovan down! I hate your dog! You owe me big time buddy!"
I am such a good friend. Here I am babysitting his stupid mutt while he is off throwing his entire career away from some girl. Of course, that is a bit of an understatement considering that that girl just so happens to be one of the most dangerous, not to mention beautiful, women in the world, but I don't give a damn. He should know better than this. Becoming a CIA agent has been his whole life, everything his does revolves around how he can live up to his father, while wrapping himself in the flag all at the same time. He has gone through hell to get where he is today. But when she calls, he comes running. Frankly it makes me sick.
"Donovan, I have no idea how you eat this stuff. Is your noise stuffed up or something because this seriously smells."
I could not tell you why Mike got a dog. I guess at the time it may have been a good idea, him still being a desk jockey and all, but he is never home anymore. And its not like this is some awesome dog or anything, he doesn't even sit when you want him to. He just lays around on the couch all- day and then yelps at you when he is hungry. And me, being the great friend and all, I'm stuck with him all the time. You would think he would warm up to me after a while, but noooo. The only person he ever acknowledges is Mike.
And for some reason, the yelping starts again.
"DONOVAN! Will you please shut your face! I just fed you, you cannot honestly be."
Suddenly I hear the door crash open and then shut again. Mike throws, and I mean that literally, all of his stuff on the floor in his living room. Completely disregarding the fact that I or his pesky mutt are in the room, he stomps off to his bedroom, slamming the door in the process.
What the hell did she do this time?
"Mike? Hey Mike, I don't know if you noticed I was here or not but I came over to feed your dog, who is at the moment clawing ferociously at your door."
I hear the loud noise of drawers being opened and closed, but no answer.
"Um, Mike? Whatcha doing in there? Cause it doesn't sound so great."
Still no answer.
"Michael? Hey, uh, do you wanna talk about it?"
Nothing.
"Was it Sydney? You know how I feel about that and all, but if you need to talk to someone I."
The door slams open and in a matter of seconds I find myself pinned against the wall.
"Weiss, did you not understand that I DO NOT want to talk about it when you didn't get an answer? I appreciate the concern and all but I don't need your help."
"Hey, buddy, I just."
"You just NOTHING Weiss. Thanks for taking care of Donovan, you can leave whenever you like."
"Are you sure that you don't."
"Does it LOOK like I'm sure?" I stare at him, and notice the anguish contorted across his face. "I didn't think so."
And with that he was gone again. I have known Mike for nearly ten years, but I can honestly say I have never seen him like this. And I honestly don't know what to do. Again I hear noise in the bedroom, and a bang against the door. My guess is that a chair is now securely placed beneath his doorknob. I realize that this may be bigger than I thought.
"Mike, look I, I know you said you don't want to talk, but are you gonna be ok?"
Nothing.
"I don't know if I should leave you hear like this Mike."
Still nothing.
And I know I have to call her.
*I do not own Alias or any of its characters
"Mike, I don't know where the HELL you are but you better get your sorry ass back here. Devlin is pissed and I have called you at LEAST six times on this cell, so don't say I didn't warn you. And if you're with her. I swear Mike you better not be because if you are.Donovan! Donovan down! I hate your dog! You owe me big time buddy!"
I am such a good friend. Here I am babysitting his stupid mutt while he is off throwing his entire career away from some girl. Of course, that is a bit of an understatement considering that that girl just so happens to be one of the most dangerous, not to mention beautiful, women in the world, but I don't give a damn. He should know better than this. Becoming a CIA agent has been his whole life, everything his does revolves around how he can live up to his father, while wrapping himself in the flag all at the same time. He has gone through hell to get where he is today. But when she calls, he comes running. Frankly it makes me sick.
"Donovan, I have no idea how you eat this stuff. Is your noise stuffed up or something because this seriously smells."
I could not tell you why Mike got a dog. I guess at the time it may have been a good idea, him still being a desk jockey and all, but he is never home anymore. And its not like this is some awesome dog or anything, he doesn't even sit when you want him to. He just lays around on the couch all- day and then yelps at you when he is hungry. And me, being the great friend and all, I'm stuck with him all the time. You would think he would warm up to me after a while, but noooo. The only person he ever acknowledges is Mike.
And for some reason, the yelping starts again.
"DONOVAN! Will you please shut your face! I just fed you, you cannot honestly be."
Suddenly I hear the door crash open and then shut again. Mike throws, and I mean that literally, all of his stuff on the floor in his living room. Completely disregarding the fact that I or his pesky mutt are in the room, he stomps off to his bedroom, slamming the door in the process.
What the hell did she do this time?
"Mike? Hey Mike, I don't know if you noticed I was here or not but I came over to feed your dog, who is at the moment clawing ferociously at your door."
I hear the loud noise of drawers being opened and closed, but no answer.
"Um, Mike? Whatcha doing in there? Cause it doesn't sound so great."
Still no answer.
"Michael? Hey, uh, do you wanna talk about it?"
Nothing.
"Was it Sydney? You know how I feel about that and all, but if you need to talk to someone I."
The door slams open and in a matter of seconds I find myself pinned against the wall.
"Weiss, did you not understand that I DO NOT want to talk about it when you didn't get an answer? I appreciate the concern and all but I don't need your help."
"Hey, buddy, I just."
"You just NOTHING Weiss. Thanks for taking care of Donovan, you can leave whenever you like."
"Are you sure that you don't."
"Does it LOOK like I'm sure?" I stare at him, and notice the anguish contorted across his face. "I didn't think so."
And with that he was gone again. I have known Mike for nearly ten years, but I can honestly say I have never seen him like this. And I honestly don't know what to do. Again I hear noise in the bedroom, and a bang against the door. My guess is that a chair is now securely placed beneath his doorknob. I realize that this may be bigger than I thought.
"Mike, look I, I know you said you don't want to talk, but are you gonna be ok?"
Nothing.
"I don't know if I should leave you hear like this Mike."
Still nothing.
And I know I have to call her.