Title: The NEW Marvel
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Rating: PG-15
Disclaimer: Obviously, I don't own any of the characters, except for Micah who is my creation, or any other new characters you may see, no matter how much I WISH I did. They belong ABC, General Hospital and One Life to Live.
Classification: AU, Action/Adventure, Romance, Angst, Comedy, Crossover
Summary: Jason gets Carly pregnant. She's scared, so she does what's she always does when scared. Runs, and goes home, to her father. (Set in 1996) (Carly, OLTL crossover)

Status: Unfinished

Author's Note: I've changed the name of Micah, in the years since I first wrote this fic, I've become more obsessed with accuracy, and as this character is Swedish, the name Micah, being English, doesn't really make sense. I like my character's names to fit. And after long hours of research, I've found a Swedish name very close to Micah. I've also revamped some other parts of the fic, and I hope you enjoy it!

The NEW Marvel

By Clover

Chapter 2

About one month later

Carly didn't really want to be doing this, but it was time to tell Grandpa Asa. She'd managed kept the secret until now, scratch that, she'd managed to keep her family from blowing the secret until now. There had been some close calls between the time she'd told them and now, but somehow, they'd managed to make it to the three month mark without anyone spilling to Asa Buchanan. Carly had wanted to wait until the first trimester was over, because the risk of miscarriage was lowered now, and she in no way wanted to hurt her Grandpa in any way, and while being pregnant would hurt him somewhat, discovering he'd lost a Great-Grandbaby would have hurt him worse.

Joey was coming with her to give her emotional support. She and Joey had always been close, he was her favorite cousin, though she'd never admit that, not even under pain of torture. It's just not something you admit, because things like that always cause hurt to others, major hurt. So, it was another thing she just kept to herself. But Joey could always make her feel happy when she was feeling down, good about herself when something had caused her self-esteem to lower. He was her own personal Prozac.

Joey knocked on the door of the study, seeing that Carly was far too nervous.

"Come in." Asa's gruff reply called through the door.

The cousins exchange a glance, then opened the door, and stepped in.

"Joey. Caroline. Do you need something?" Asa asked, setting aside the paperwork he'd been going over before they'd come in.

"I have to tell you something. " Carly started, her heart racing against her ribcage.

"Ok, go ahead." Asa sat forward, leaning forwarding with interest.

Joey squeezed her hand, giving her the support she needed to get through this.

"Grandpa, I'm pregnant." She spit out quickly, then tensed up, knowing what was about to come.

"WHAT?!" Asa roared.

"Pregnant." She repeated, more firmly this time, squaring her shoulders "Three months."

"Impossible. My 19-year-old Granddaughter is not pregnant." Asa denied, his face turning red.

"I'm afraid she is Grandpa." Joey confirmed, having taking a resolute stance beside her.

"How? Why? Who?" Asa demanded.

"I think you know how, not on purpose, and that's not important." Carly told him.

"Oh yes it is important! Very important! I need to know, so I can castrate the bastard."

While Carly had known he would be mad, this was shocking her a bit, she hadn't expect him to be that enraged, "Then I'm never going to tell you! I care him too much!"

"CARE ABOUT HIM?! You don't even know what love is! You're just a little girl for Pete's sake! That bastard will PAY for what he's done, he never knew what he was starting by taking advantage of my granddaughter!" Asa thundered.

Carly ran out of the room in tears.

Joey gave Asa a frustrated glare, then ran after her.

Alone, Asa fumed about this new development, while he simultaneously felt guilty for making his little Caroline cry.

The next day

Bo's House

Carly was reading a book on pregnancy in the family room, when there was a knock at the door. Sighing, she set her book down and answered the door. She was very shocked to find her Grandpa on the other side, looking very remorseful.

"Hi CariLeigh, can I come in?" He requested.

Carly let him in knowing that he only called her by his old nickname for her when he felt bad.

"I wanted to ask forgiveness for yelling yesterday. It's just that you and Jessi are my girls. When some guy takes advantage of you, and he's not even here for you after having gotten you in such a situation . . . . Well, it makes my blood boil. Can you ever forgive me?"

Carly's heart melted at the big guy's apology, knowing how hard it was for him to admit he was wrong.

She gave him a big hug, "I know Grandpa. But you have to realize, I'm equally responsible, if not more so. First of all, he didn't know that I was only 19, I was kind of using a fake ID. I do that sometimes, remember? Second, he didn't know any better. And third, he doesn't even know there is a baby. On top of all that, he is in love with someone else, so I decide to just get out of his hair."

"He was in love with someone else while dating you?" Asa's temper started to flare up again.

"Grandpa, it's much more complicated than that. But we're not going to get into that. Besides, I came home didn't I? Who knows how much longer I would have taken if this hadn't happened. So please, just forget about the father, forget about how young I am. You're going to have another baby with Buchanan blood soon! A fresh new baby to love you like I do Grandpa. For you to spoil, play with, buy presents for, one that will look up to you." She skillfully enticed him, knowing how to press the right buttons.

That seemed to pacify him, "You're right. A new great grandbaby . . . . I'd better set up a trust fund for the little tyke . . ."

Asa left the house, all animated about the prospects of a new Buchanan mind he could shape and mold. Which also sort of terrified Carly at the prospects of that, but she had the whole rest of her family, to help her protect her baby from the damaging influence of her grandpa.

Two weeks later

Carly sat in her room, staring out the window, lost in her own thoughts. She still missed Jason horribly. It felt as though there was a piece of her own heart was missing. But she slowly had come to accept the fact that Jason wasn't meant to be hers. It was fate, and she had to follow her own path. She just really hoped she was following the right one. Sometimes she wondered thought how something that felt like you were ripping out your own heart and soul, could possibly be the right thing in the long run . . . .

Her hand unconsciously rubbed her stomach, in there was the only thing of Jason she had left. Still what an amazing thing to have to remember him by, a child. In less than six months it would be there, for her to hold, love, take care of. She knew most girls who were her age, and in her position would be terrified, but she wasn't. She had a family that loved her, and supported her, they fully understood her . . . most of the time. Sure, they were a little overprotective and neurotic at times, but they were her's.

She was feeling a bit bored, not to mention lonely, having left behind her best friend in P.C., so she decided to out for a walk. It was September and since the weather was starting to get cool, and she figured that maybe a hike would help to clear her head. Carly pulled on a pair of jeans, an olive green shirt, and a khaki/olive green flannel shirt. She packed a backpack with food, first-aid-kit, water, her prenatal vitamins for later, and an extra set of clothing. Around her neck she wore the police whistle that her father had given her years before, incase she ever got into trouble during one of her nature hikes. Before walking out the door, she scribbled out a note, warning her family that she'd gone on one of her nature hikes, and not to worry about her.

Carly walked around the woodland trails for a few hours, soaking up the beautiful scenery. She was halfway up a bluff when some gravel beneath her shifted, and she lost her balance. Sliding down the bluff, she was unable to impede the fall, until she reached the bottom, where she finally stopped, and sunk into darkness.

Mikael Kent was going on a hike through his new property.

He'd just left his very large, new, lodge made of giant logs. Mikael had moved to Llanview a few days ago, from Sweden, where he'd graduated from med-school.

He was a typical Scandinavian 24-year-old; 6' 4", muscular, light blond hair, light blue eyes, tan, plus, he was VERY good looking with his chiseled features, dimples and cleft chin. His parents had been very wealthy, but died three years ago in a skiing accident, and left him everything. Among the estate he was left, was the property he was now exploring.

Mikael was about two miles away from the lodge, when he heard the ground give out on the big bluff on his property and a feminine shriek. Then something coming down the bluff, fast, screaming, then there was silence.

Mikael ran quickly in the direction of the cry, knowing that it was very possible that someone was hurt. He soon found a lovely woman lying in the brush. He knelt down beside her, and took her pulse. It was strong and fairly steady, but she was really battered up. He patted on her cheek, attempting to arouse her to consciousness, "Miss . . . Miss . . . are you alright?"

Carly slowly opened her eyes, only to find herself staring at the most handsome face she'd ever seen. And that was saying something, after having met AJ and Jason.

"Oh good. Are you alright?" He asked in an absolutely delicious accent.

"I think so . . ." She tried to get up with his help, but when she attempted to put weight on her right foot, a sharp pain shot up her leg (ok, I know it's a very, very, common bit, but it works! Yes, it's TOTALLY cliché but I'm Clover, it's not like I do this type of thing all the time. In fact, I RARELY give into cliché!) "Oww!"

"What is it?" He questioned immediately. He was alarmed, feeling worried for the young woman.

"My ankle." Carly bit out through the pain. She was not a fan of pain, and had never handled it well, her dentist had to give her knock out gas just to clean her teeth.

"Oh dear. Well, we are not too far from my cabin . . ." With that, he picked up her pack, slung it over one shoulder, then effortlessly picked her up, and carried her in the direction of the lodge.

Though Mikael had been very careful when he'd lifted her, Carly's ankle was jarred once more and the sharp, unexpected pain was too much for her sensitive nature, so Carly slipped back into unconsciousness. About 2/3 of the way back to the lodge, it started to rain. By the time Mikael reached the structure, not only was he soaked, but the young woman in his arms was soaked, unconscious, and shivering, which he did not like one bit. Somehow, he managed to open the door. He kicked it closed behind him and carried her upstairs.

The lodge it self was pretty amazing. There were tons of large windows and skylights. Two levels, a partial basement, where he had his exercise equipment.

The main floor, where there was living room, which was two flights in height, then a dining room, a large kitchen, a bathroom, and an entertainment room, under the loft.

The 'loft' had a master suite, and four large bedrooms, closets, and three large bathrooms. The main bedroom took up a third of the top half of the lodge (which was pretty big), with a spiral staircase that led into the kitchen. There were windows on three sides, a large skylight above the bed, two fireplaces, and a master bathroom. The wood was all stained with a nice satin finish. The bedding was navy-blue, and the comforter a cream color, the rugs were all cream, as was the over stuffed chair which had navy-blue pillows.

The other bedrooms were a fourth as big as big, but still huge, with windows and wood burning stoves for heaters. One was decorated in navy blue, white and red, another whites and light blues, another was golden yellow and navy blue, and the last one was shades of blue.

Though the lodge did have heat and air conditioning, he preferred heating it the natural way with the fireplaces. The floors were hardwood, and the walls were too, but it was still modern inside.

Mikael carried her up the stairs into the master suite, where her quickly got her out of her wet clothing and into one of his shirts, and then he laid her in his bed. Knowing he needed to warm up the chilly house, he started the gas burning logs in the fireplaces. It was while kneeling and lighting the fires that he realized the restrictiveness of his clothing and how quickly jeans and a sweatshirt became cumbersome when wet, not to mention they were getting colder and colder as time passed. So Mikael peeled off his wet things, and changed himself into a dry pair of jeans and a navy-blue cable knit sweater, before he developed hypothermia himself.

At last, with that that done, Mikael was able to return to his foundling to examine her and make sure she was all right. Mikael found the woman to be battered and bruised, but lucky for her, the ankle wasn't broken, it was just a mild sprain. He doctored her cuts, and wrapped her ankle in an ace bandage, set it on top of a couple pillows to elevate it, then covered her with the sheet and comforter. Stepping back, something caught his attention , out of the corner of his eye he'd spotted the girl's bag. which he'd dropped on the ground on his way in, to get out of his way. Walking over, he picked it up and examined it, it was an expensive bag, the kind only serious hikers or rich people wanting to look like they were nature lovers bought. He hesitated for a moment, having qualms about invading her privacy, but finally he unzipped it, hoping to get some insight into his mystery guest. Plus he wanted to at least check and see if there was some sort of ID in there. Mikael pulled out the extra clothes, then the food, water, and first-aid kit. Last of all he pulled out her vitamins, which had settled at the bottom of her bag. He read labels on the bottles, then got a bit worried. He pulled out his stethoscope, and with a quick search, he was immensely relieved to find a tiny, fast, but steady heartbeat. He put everything back away, and got settled into the chair next to the bed, and watched her sleep.

As he gazed at her, Mikael couldn't help but wonder, was there someone who loved her waiting for her to come home? A boyfriend, fiancé, husband? If so, where was her ring? There wasn't even a tan line indicating that one such had fallen off. But how could she not have someone, she was beautiful. He looked at the bottle once more. BUCHANAN, CAROLINE. Caroline Buchanan, it fit her.

But, before he could continue any more thoughts on the subject, the young woman, Caroline, started stirring, interrupting his musing. Her eyes fluttered open and looked around, anxiously.

Carly was panicking, where on earth was she? How the heck had she gotten, wherever the heck she was? Her eyes landed upon Mikael, then she remembered what had happened, "Where am I?" she demanded of the strange man, who had obviously been watching her sleep, which was kind of creepy, and at the same time, kind of sweet. No one had ever watched her sleep before . . . .

"You are at my home. Do not worry. You are fine, except for a few bumps and bruises, cults, and one sprained ankle, but nothing serious." He reported in his sexy accent, that she vaguely remembered from before, as memories from her fall down the hill were quickly coming back to her.

Carly glanced down, then at him perplexed, "What am I doing in this shirt?"

"Your clothes were soaked when it began raining on the way back to the lodge after your fall. I had to take them off. Please, do not be upset, I am a doctor. Oh, and your baby is in fine condition too." Mikael assured her.

Carly appeared relieved, "Thank God. I don't know what I would do if I lost it . . . . But, how did you know I was pregnant?"

Mikael blushed, "I must admit that I went through your bag, trying to find some ID. In doing so, I found your prenatal medications." There were a few awkward moments of silence before he managed to continue, "Um, is there someone I should contact? A boyfriend, fiancé, your husband . . . ?" He queried, dreading the answer.

Carly shook her head, "No, I don't have a significant other of any kind. And my family won't be worried. I left a note saying I didn't know when I'd be back. So that means I could be gone for a few hours, up to a year or two, they're used to it."

His spirits lifted after hearing she was, unattached.

"Thank you for rescuing me . . . us."

"I did not do anything anyone else would not have done." He replied modestly, "But, I have been negligent about introducing myself, my name is Mikael Soren Anderson, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

She took his hand, "Mine is Caroline Leigh Buchanan. It's a pleasure to meet you as well . . . um, I've got a question. Where are my clothes?"

"They are in the drier downstairs."

"Thanks. Hey, what kind of accent is it that you have? Where are you from?" Carly questioned curiously, "I just can't quite place it."

"I moved here from Sweden last week."

"But you speak English so well!"

"I learned it in school. As well as French, Greek, Polish, Italian, Dutch, Finish, and Spanish." (um, does anyone know if Swedish is a language? I'm ashamed to admit I can't remember, and I really don't feel like looking it up)

"Wow, and I though I had learned a lot by knowing French, Spanish, Italian, and Greek. Plus enough Creole to make it in parts of the South."

"That is quite a lot for an American."

"Ah, yes, well, my grandpa hired tutors to teach me. It did come in handy during my year in Europe though."

"A year in Europe?" He was surprised, most Americans didn't travel a year in Europe anymore.

"Yeah, I know it's cliché for a rich girl to spend a year in Europe, but I had to get away from my family for awhile. They can be a bit overbearing. When I got tired of it, I traveled around the United States . . . " She told him about some of her adventures. And about Port Charles and even told him what she'd done. It was as if she couldn't lie to him, which was so incredibly unusual for her.

She finished with telling him about Jason, and the baby, " . . . I've realized that dwelling on what will never be is pointless, so I've moved on. I'm still not sure if I'm not telling him, because I'm trying to protect him, and not cause him any trouble. Or if I'm just being selfish in wanting to keep the baby all to myself."

Mikael's mind swiftly digested what he heard, but even after hearing everything, he found himself still very attracted to her, "I am sure you had, and do have, your reasons. And I do not think you are being selfish, not informing this, Jason, about the baby. I believe you are trying to protect yourself, as much as him. Which makes complete sense given the situation you are in. You are 19, no?"

"Correct. Which is why my family, although they completely supportive of my decision, are still a bit deranged about this."

"I see." He noticed that the conversation was diminishing, and taking a desperate glance at his bedside clock radio, spotted that it was about time for dinner, a perfect distraction, "Ah, it seems it is time for dinner, are you hungry?"

"Now that you mention it, I'm starving." She grinned.

Mikael smiled back at her, accenting his striking facial bone structure and showing off his perfect straight white teeth, causing Carly's breath to get caught in her throat.

Mikael nodded at her, got up and disappeared down the spiral stairs, and Carly could finally breathe normally once more.

'What is wrong with you? I can't believe you are acting like this about some guy you just met! Besides, he couldn't possibly be interested in you, you're pregnant for Pete's sake! Not to mention your only just getting over the whole Jason thing . . . .' She admonished herself.

The kitchen

Mikael turned on a burner under the copper saucepan, while his thoughts raced, and they were quite hostile about each other.

'You are so weak. A pretty girl just appears and you immediately fall for her.

Yeah, beautiful, attractive, vivacious, cleaver, loyal . . .

STOP IT! She is pregnant, remember?

But it is not like she is with the baby's father, in fact, she has moved on, which means she is available.

Do you want to get tied down with a kid?

I have never considered the possibility. But it is not like I have a social life anyway.

What about your professional life?

What professional life? Yes, I am a doctor, technically. But it is not like I have a practice. I only went to medical school to appease my parents, and then to honor their memory.

Oh, yeah . . .

"(Ok, I know, MOST of your minds don't work like that. And MOST of you don't have two sided conversations in your head. But this is modeled after the way MY brain works. And no, I'm not insane . . .not completely . . . . And he's not at all! Mikael is completely sane)

He quickly scrambled up a few eggs with milk and cheese and he cooked some sausages, since they were quick and easy to make. And soon he went back upstairs carrying two plates of food, which they at together in silence, dealing with their own thoughts.

Late that night

Mikael slowly awakened with a crick in his neck. At first he was confused as to why he'd woken up in pain, then he looked around only to realize he'd fallen asleep in the overstuffed chair near his bed, where the captivating Caroline was sleeping.

Moonlight streamed in though the skylight and windows, hitting the pillow and golden hair around her head just right, giving an angelic aura to her. Mikael watched the steady rise and fall of her chest as she peacefully slept, one hand resting on her abdomen, and the other above her head, curled into a loose fist.

After a long, long time, the sound of her gentle breathing lulled him back to sleep.

Carly's Dreamland

Carly walked through the woods close to her father's home. Cradled lovingly in her arms was her new baby girl. Something, though, was making her feel on edge, and the forest had a darker look than she'd ever noticed before. Carly heard a twig snap, the noise coming behind her and spun around, Jason stepped out from behind a tree, about ten feet away.

"Jason, what are you doing here?" Carly questioned, shocked to see him.

"Why?" He asked, his face devoid of emotion, the Stone mask, as she'd come to call it.

"Why what?" she was a bit confused.

"Why did you try to keep my child a secret from me?" Jason demanded, coming closer.

"I was confused Jase." Carly tried to explain, " I didn't want to be more of a burden on you." She held her daughter closer to her body.

"That wasn't your decision to make." Jason told her. He looked at the baby in her arms, and then suddenly infant was securely his own arms.

"You can't take my baby! She's mine!" Carly cried out.

"She's mine too." He replied calmly, never fazed.

"Please, please Jase don't take her." Carly beseeched.

Jason ignored her pleas, turned around and began to walk away, baby in his arms.

Carly helplessly watched and just as she was about to go after him, Mikael unexpectedly appeared and seized the baby back from Jason grasp.

He handed the pink bundle to Carly, then turned to Jason, "Leave her be. She does not need you. You are the one who made the choice of Robin. Let Caroline raise her child in peace."

Jason backed away into the woods and disappeared into the darkness. Mikael turned around, then put his arms around Carly, "Do not worry, I am here now."

Carly looked up at him, "You are my knight in shining armor."

"No, I am just doing what any compassionate man would do." He informed her modestly.

"I love you . . . . We love you." She told him gesturing to the baby . . . .

End of Dream

Carly awoke with a start. 'What a weird dream! What was wrong with you? You're already declaring love to him in your dreams?!'

"Are you alright?"

The unexpected male voice startled her. She looked over at Mikael, shocked to hear his voice so soon after what she'd just dreamed.

"You were tossing and turning. Did you have a nightmare?" Mikael asked concerned

"In a way." She answered vaguely.

"Would you care to recount what it was about to me?"

Carly shook her head, "I can't even remember it."

She really did not want to cause her rescuer discomfort in anyway, and telling a man that you'd just met the day before that you had just dreamed about professing your love to him, would not only most likely frighten him off, but probably cause him to think the dreamer was a good candidate for psychiatric intensive therapy.

Mikael stood up from the overstuffed chair and sat down on the bed next to her, "Are you sure?" he inquired concernedly, furrowing his brows.

"Yeah." She looked at him embarrassedly, "But thanks for offering to listen."

"No problem." He ran his hand across her cheek, "Go back to sleep. You need your rest, sleep is the best thing for a healing body."

Carly nodded her head, shivering at the tingles that had run up her spine that when he had touched her cheek. She lay back down, and eventually went to sleep, though it took a long time.

Three days later

Carly cleverly made her way down the large, magnificent, staircase to the main floor, lowering herself stair by stair on her butt, careful to keep her ankle elevated and not to jar it. She had to be vigilant and not to put too much pressure on the injured ankle, and Mikael unfortunately did not have any crutches lying around, so getting around the huge log chalet took careful maneuvering.

Finally making it down the stairs, she hopped up on one foot, nimbly limped over to the open double front doors and leaned against the frame. (Honestly, in my experience; in a home, crutches are a nuisance and it's easier to get around by just hopping on one leg when you have a sprained/broken foot or ankle. Furniture is always just getting in the way of the crutches. Sure, yah might have to stop and take a couple breaths from the hopping every now and then, but you move so much faster. Oh, and try the stair trick, it works, both up and down. Just make sure you face DOWN the stairs, and if you are using your crutches, you just pull them along! Ok, that's my helpful hint of the day.)

Mikael was on the porch drinking coffee, watching the stars emerge as the sunset, in jeans and a brown leather jacket.

"It's really beautiful here." Carly spoke, making her presence known.

Mikael turned around, happy to see her, "Yes, the sunsets are quite stunning around here, as are the sunrises."

He looked at her in her new khakis and oversized cream sweater, which were some of the many clothes that had arrived yesterday for her, that he had ordered.

"Those look as though they fit well. I take it that I guessed your correct size?"

"Yes, you did." She verified, grinning widely, "Thank you for the clothes. I promise that will reimburse you as soon as I can get to a bank."

"Please, no." Mikael protested, " It is not necessary. Think of it as a gift." He insisted taking a few steps closer to her.

"But you've already given me so much. I really don't want to take advantage of you any further." Carly asserted, unconsciously also taking a few, hobbling, steps nearer to him.

"I insist. Trust me, if I did not spend this money on you, it would just sit there unused. Please, do not try to repay me. It is truly my pleasure."

Carly gazed into his pleading eyes, and then gave in sighing, "Alright. But I will make it up to you somehow." She attempted to take a few more steps closer to him and faltered, starting to fall.

Mikael swiftly caught her falling body and pulled her tightly against his chest before she could hit the ground. The two looked at each other, their eyes locking, hearts hammering in their chests. Every moment they'd had together since Carly had fallen down the bluff had been building up to this . . .

You've got your ball you've got your chain

Tied to me tight tie me up again

Who's got their claws in you my friend

Into your heart I'll beat again

Both had been so frightened to make any sort of move on the other for so long.

Carly had been afraid to make any sort of move on Mikael, terrified of rejection from yet another man. Fearing that this man couldn't possibly have any interest in her, because of her condition and past.

Mikael had been battling with demons of his own, fears that some one who'd just been hurt like Carly had might be on the rebound, and not looking for a relationship, fears of growing close to someone again, only to lose them like he had his parents.

So for weeks the two had been dancing around each other, not sure what to do or say. But finally, finally, it was happening, destiny was interceding; Cupid was forcing their hand, causing their passions to override their reservations.

For once since having their hearts wounded, they weren't letting their fears rule them. Mikael and Carly's lips grew closer, closer, and finally lightly brushing against each other. The pulled back shocked, not quite understanding the feelings rushing through their bodies. Liking what he had just experience however, and emboldened by the first kiss, Mikael leaned down once more and captured Carly's lips tenderly, this time kissing her purposefully. Carly was shocked by his actions for only a moment, and then responded to the kiss happily.

Sweet like candy to my soul

Sweet you rock and sweet you roll

Lost for you I'm so lost for you

You come crash into me

And I come into you,

I come into you,

I come into you

In a boys dream

In a boys dream

Carly's arms wrapped around Mikael neck to get a better hold and began playing with the hair on the back of his neck. Their tongues darted in and out of each other's mouths, massaging against each other. The passion was growing rapidly, bodies rubbing against one another until Mikael couldn't take it anymore and scooped Carly up into his arms, causing her to gasp for a moment and pulling her a way from kissing. She then realizing what he intended, she smiled softly at him, then pulled his head back down to kiss her.


Touch your lips just so I know

In your eyes, love, it grows so

I'm bare-boned and crazy for you

When you come crash into me, baby

And I come into you

In a boys dream

In a boys dream

Mikael swiftly, but carefully navigated the stairs up to the master bedroom with Carly in his arms, fervently kissing all the way. Once he laid her on the bed, she began tugging his leather jacket off. He freed his arms from their place wrapped around her and helped her in this process. After getting his coat off, they went to work on his button up shirt. Hands were flying everywhere, unbuttoning, pulling the bottom of the shirt out of his jeans, and due to their combined efforts, Carly was soon running her hands over his smooth muscularly defined chest and toned stomach.

Mikael began nipping and kissing his soon to be lover's neck, covering her body with his own. His hands drifted down her body slipped under her sweater, slowly pulling the bottom part upwards. Carly could feel the soft fabric inching up her stomach and when he reached her chest, she lifted her arms and arched up so he could pull it off her. Straddling thighs, Mikael looked down at the panting woman beneath him, as she gazed up at him. He surveyed her gorgeous body and for a fleeting moment wondered what kind of crazy idiot would have ever willingly given up having sex with a girl that had a body like Caroline's, then the thought disappeared, as he planned out what he was about to do with that very woman. Mikael was going to make sure he worshiped every inch of her that night, and gave her pleasure she didn't know existed . . . . Leaning down, he captured her lips once more, and pulled the sheet over their heads.

If I've gone overboard

Then I'm begging you to forgive me

In my haste

When I'm holding you so girl…close to me

Oh and you come crash into me, baby

And I come into you

Hike up your skirt a little more and show the world to me

Hike up your skirt a little more and shoe your world to me

In boys dream…In a boys dream

Late that night

Carly lay exhaustedly in Mikael's muscular arms in bed, watching the stars thought the skylight above the bed. One of Mikael's arms wrapped around her and his other hand in his short blond hair.

"Do you regret what we just did?" Mikael inquired, hesitant, fearing he'd just destroyed any chance of a real relationship with her.

Carly shifted a bit and gaze up at his apprehensive face, "No. Not for one minute."

"But what of Jason?" He questioned, fearing the answer, but needing to know the answer at the same time.

Carly sighed, and closed her eyes for a moment, trying to figure out how to put what she'd figured out over the past couple weeks, and days into words, "Jason and I . . . are like, two star crossed lovers . . . it can never be. It never really even was honestly; he loved someone else, never me. And with you, I have . . . this, this connection. I've felt so close to you ever since you woke me up at the bottom of that hill. From the moment I saw you and heard your voice. When you first touched me." Carly divulged to him.

Mikael felt as if a giant weight had been lifted off his shoulders, "I was worried that you felt regret for what we did, because of Jason. As well as the fact that we have only known each other for less than a week."

"Time is meaningless with regard to feelings. What matters, is how two people feel about each other." Carly assured him, "We made love because we felt a connection and a very strong attraction to each other, which we'd also been denying ourselves about since we met, which only made it stronger. Making love was just a way of showing how we feel about each other. It was deeper than anything I shared with Jason was. Jason and I were about meaningless, no-name sex, literally. It was actually how he and my friendship began. With you, it was meaningful, caring. We've talked, we know each other, we even know each others' full names!" Carly joked at the end, then she grew serious once more, "Mikael, I promise, I will never regret this. I think it was actually one of the first right things that's happened to me in a long time."

"I am glad you feel that way too. I was afraid my feeling's for you were not the same as your feeling's for me." Mikael confessed, relieved.

Carly reached her hand up and caressed his slightly stubbled cheek with her thumb, "I care for you more than I ever thought it was possible to care for anyone."

They gazed into each other's eyes, both content to just lay there in silence together. Carly laid her head on Mikael muscular chest, fatigue as a result of their preceding activity caught up with her, and her eyes soon fluttered closed for the night.

Mikael held her closely to him, absentmindedly tracing little nonsensical patterns on her back and continued to watch the stars. He could feel the slow rising up and down in deep breaths, the heated exhales against his skin, and he she was already fast asleep. Mikael smiled, leaned back against the pillow, feeling relaxed for the first time in years. He was content.

Oh I watch you there through the window

And I stare at you

You wear nothing but you wear it so well

Tied up and twisted, the way I'd like to be

For you, for me, come crash into me

I'm King of the castle

You're the dirty rascal

Crash into me

Crash into me

Please reply! Questions, comments, requests, or just tell me what ya think!

Oh, and I'd just like to state, it is now 2004, and I was just re-reading this. And I just have to say, wow, the fashions of the mid-90's . . . LOL! It's sad to say we can now say, I remember when to that now. Wow, it was really eight years ago. I mean who would really wear olive-green now? Or Flannel? Oh, and OVERALLS! LOL! sigh I miss the '90's

Music: "Crash In to Me" by Dave Mathews Band