Beta Note: I'M SORRY!!!! I've been grounded, that's my excuse. I'm really really really sorry that this has taken so long to get up. But be glad that you're even getting it. Imagine what you would do if I didn't have it, and couldn't post it while Elle is sick. You all would be going crazy. So you should really bow down to me for posting it at all.
A quick side note: NEVER eat Quizno's Roadhouse Ranch salad when you havn't ate anything all day and you've been out in in the hot sun in a wool uniform for 45min. You'll throw up. Believe me.
This chapter is dedicated to Lucie, for putting up with me saying I'm gonna update and then not. I'm sorry Lucie Goose.

Disclaimer: Me owns Felix. Elle owns Dean. Meg owns the rest.

Chapter Thirteen...

Dean stewed over his problems for a whole week. Well, they weren't his problems since he wasn't the one dating, or not dating Michael, but he still worried about it. He felt like whatever concerned Mia concerned him too.

While waiting for Mia in the limo the following Monday morning, he took the opportunity to talk man-to-man with Lars.

"So what do you think of Michael?" he asked him.

Lars shrugged. "I guess he seems like a good guy. What's your problem with him?"

"I don't want him dating Mia."

"Yeah, I can see that, but why? What are you afraid of? Is it Michael specifically, or all guys in general? You didn't seem to mind the Showalter kid so much."

Dean thought for a minute. What was his problem with Michael?

"I guess it's just that I know what I'm like with Molly. And it's not that I don't respect Molly or treat her badly or anything, but Mia's a few years younger. And I just don't think she's ready for a real relationship. I was fine with Kenny because he was a little computer nerd and he's her age."

"Dean, I really don't think you can keep her from dating someone she clearly wants to. So I think you should just encourage her to take things slowly with him, and let Michael know your concerns."

"Yeah, maybe..." Dean spent the rest of the morning thinking about it.

At lunchtime, he'd made up his mind. Lars had really opened his mind, and he was now willing to consider the possibility of Mia and Michael, as much as he didn't want to.

He went over to Mia's usual lunch table but found only Tina, Shameeka and Ling Su. "Where's Mia?"

"I dunno," Tina shrugged. "I haven't seen her in a while."

"I saw her," Shameeka piped up. "She was at her locker and then she went into the G&T room. I figured she needed to set something up for class next period, but she hasn't come back yet..."

"Thanks," Dean muttered, heading for the G&T classroom.

Sure enough, Mia was in the G&T classroom. She and Michael had met there secretly to "discuss" things.

Dean hovered by the door and watched them, careful not to be seen.

"So have you spoken to Dean today?" Mia asked, sitting on the desk.

"Nope," Michael replied, as if it didn't matter. He was sitting in the chair in front of the desk she was sitting on. He was absentmindedly gently pulling on the hem of her knee length skirt.

"Are you going to make an effort to?" she asked, reaching for his other hand and entwining her fingers with his.

"I don't know if there's much point. I mean, if he's only going to ignore me, or threaten to beat me."

"Well we have to do something. I hate this sneaking around, and we've only been 'dating' for a week." Michael liked how she did the air quotes when she said 'dating'.

He stood up, grabbing her other hand and entwining their fingers. "I know, I hate it too." He lifted their hands up in the air and leaned forward to plant a brief kiss on her lips. "I told you I'm not giving you up, but I don't want to lose him too. He's my best friend."

"Then we have to do something."

"Like what? He won't even talk to me."

"Well then make him talk. Or at least listen to what you have to say. Deep down, he just wants to do what he thinks is right for me. Convince him that you are right for me."

Michael lowered their hands onto the desk and stepped as close to the desk as he could get; his legs were up against her knees. "You're so smart," he told her, leaning on the desk and kissing her again.

Dean didn't go into the classroom; he turned and went back to the cafeteria. It was sickening. They were so damn sweet it was sickening.

Dean beat Michael to Psychology. All week he'd sat away from Michael, but today, he sat in his normal seat.

When Michael walked in he wasn't sure if he was supposed to sit in his normal seat, or sit away from Dean. But seeing no other seats were available since he was last to arrive, having walked Mia to Biology, he had no choice but to sit next to him.

As soon as the teacher left them with something to do and retreated to the teachers lounge, Dean spoke up.

"I want to know what your intentions are," he said bluntly.

"Whoa," Michael said, sitting back in his chair. "My intentions? Who are you, her father?"

"No, her father would probably be worse than me, him being the Prince of an entire country and all."

"Oh, right," Michael said. "So... My intentions... Well, I think you already know that I like her, but maybe I should tell you that... It's more than that."

Dean clenched his fists. "If you dare say you're using her I'll beat you right here, right now."

"No, that's not what I mean. I mean... I love her, man. I think I really do."

"Oh." Dean didn't quite know what to say. "Really?"

"Really," Michael enforced. "And I'm not going to screw things up with her. I'd never intentionally hurt her. And I want you to know that."

Dean paused for a minute. "Well then, there's something you should know..."

Michael raised an eyebrow at him. "What's that?"

"If you ever do hurt her, whether it's intentional or not, I will hunt you down, and kick your ass." Dean said this slowly, pausing for effect. "And I don't care if it's just that she trips over your foot and breaks a nail. Ok? I don't care. You cause her one second of pain or upset, and I will follow through with my original plan."

Michael gulped. He'd encouraged Dean to have this talk with Kenny, but now he was on the receiving end of it he wasn't so sure he liked Macho-Dean. He was scary, because Michael was sure he really could kick his ass if he wanted to.

"Ok... So does this mean I can date her?" Michael asked.

Dean sighed. "Well I guess I can't really stop you. Especially since you're already secretly rendezvousing with her. Yes, I did see you in the G&T room at lunchtime."

"You did?" Michael thought they'd been so smart to meet secretly, but suddenly he realised that meeting secretly didn't mean meeting invisibly. Of course it was entirely likely for Dean to have seen them. How stupid of them.

"Just... Just look after her, man. And remember, I will be watching."

Michael nodded and relaxed a little. It seemed like things would be ok.

After school, as Mia walked towards the limo to go to Princess Lessons, Dean grabbed her by the arm and pulled her back.

Lars, acting on instinct, reached for his glock, but when he saw it was only Dean, put it back.

"Jeez, Lars, scare the shit out of me, why don't you!" Dean cried.

"Sorry. But don't ever do that again," Lars replied.

"Noted. Now, Mia, I need to talk to you."

"I don't know if I want to talk to you, Dean. Let go of me."

Dean let go of his grip on her arm "Oh, I think you'll want to hear what I have to say."

"What then? And make it quick."

"Well, I spoke to Michael last period, and I warned him off you. I gave him such a talking to I thought I'd have discouraged him from you completely. But it didn't. He must really like you if he's willing to risk the things I was threatening him with..."

"Dean!" Mia cried, horrified that he had actually threatened Michael.

"Relax. It was mostly talk... Mostly. But anyway, Michael's a good guy and I'm going to give him a chance."

"Really? You're going to let us date without hassling us?"

"Yeah. But you let me know the minute he steps out of line, ok?"

Mia smiled; she and Michael were going to date anyway, but this was just so much easier. "Thanks, Dean."

"Whatever. I'll see you at home later."

Dean left and Michael strode up. "So..."

"So..."

"Do you want to do something on Friday night? Like, go on an actual date?"

"Sure. I'd love to."

"Great." Michael looked over to where Dean was waiting for him not too far away. "Oh, what the hell," he said, leaning over and kissing her.

He pulled back and said, "Dean's going to kill me for that, but it was worth it. See you later."

"Bye," Mia replied dreamily, watching him walk over to a fuming Dean. Mia could tell he was trying to control himself, but she knew Dean really wanted to punch Michael.

Sometimes Mia hated having an older brother who was so protective of her, but she knew it was only because he loved her. And she was grateful for it. Sometimes Dean wasn't so bad.

That was the final chapter. Hope you liked it. Michelle may be doing a sequel, but she may not. And she did say something about naming it 'Pink Traingle', though I'm not sure if she was serious or not. I'll let you decide that.