Flashback:

"Tell me about yourself." Mike smiled, having just met Chuck almost an hour ago, he was crying in an alley way for some reason.

"My parents were killed by Kane's men after they destroyed our arpartment, and a group of homeless people took me in...My foster father was an abusive drunk, who always tried running me over with his car, or beating me, or something..." Chuck sighed heavily.

"Oh...um...sorry..." Mike bit his lip, less than 4 days ago, he had almost destroyed an apartment complex...less than four days ago, he worked for Kane...

End Flashback:

One year later:

Read my mind...

Mike looked really sad today, I don't know why, though. He just walked into the garage, sat down, and didn't say anything. How weird.

Read my mind... In your eyes you look so weary. Fighting light with dark and dreary. And even though you can't hear me, I'll still sing...

It's been bugging me for awhile now. Why did he look so weary now? Maybe he's always been like that, and I'm just noticing this now. Maybe it was just from battling Kane, and having to constantly be reminded of what he once was.

You go to church and pray on Sunday, You think your sins are cleaned up that way. Don't you know forgiveness just begins with you

Sure, his old boss killed my parents, but why does Mike always blame himself. I think it's just because he can't come to forgive himself just yet, in his eyes, he's still a criminal.

If you could read my mind. Just read my mind. Then you could see, What's behind my eyes. If you could read my mind. Your hands untied. Cause the battlefield is tired.

He's waging wars that aren't needed. I still don't know what brought up the self-loathing complex, all I know is, his war is no where near over.

Get a little bit stupid sometimes, Get a little bit jealous sometimes. Sometimes I'll be unfair but that's just me, I know that I'm not hiding, And I won't let your chains bind me. Because perfection is not the point of this

I'm not gonna let his attitude get me down. He can think that he's a villain all he wants, but it's not true. Sure, he's not a perfect person. Yes, he acts stupid sometimes, maybe even jealous when I'm around Claire, and I guess it is unfair, that I can put on a smile, and act like the past never happened, but that's just me. Nobody's perfect.

If you could read my mind, Just read my mind, Then you could see What's behind my eyes. If you could read my mind, Your hands untied. Cause the battlefield is tired. If you could read my mind, Just read my mind, Then you could see What's behind my eyes. If you could read my mind, Your hands untied. Cause the battlefield is tired.

"It's my fault you had such a hard life..." Mike said randomly one night.

"Is not!" I snapped back.

"Is...I love you, Chuck, but I wronged you, hate me for that, okay?"

"Never."

If love made sense, Then I think there would be a book To tell us who is really right and wrong. But I don't want something simple. I don't want to sing a normal song. Let's just close our eyes and let it be, Cause the battlefield is tired

There should be a book on this kinda thing, 'cause I'm pretty sure I'm right, and Mike's wrong, but again, I wouldn't know, really, a book on this would help.

If you could read my mind, Just read my mind, Then you could see What's behind my eyes. If you could read my mind. Your hands untied. Cause the battlefield is tired

"Mike, I don't care about the past, you can continue to think that this is your fault, but it's not." I finally got the nerve to argue with him. He kept giving me that kicked puppy look.

"Chuck...I realized something..."

"What?"

"I love you...a lot...but I don't deserve you..."

"Yes you do."

"Don't, I worked for the man that killed your parents...so it's a lot like I killed them..."

"No it isn't, look, I already forgave you for thinking that, it's time for you to do the same..." I finally said. Mike stood up, and wrapped his arms around me, refusing to let me go.

"I'm sorry." He actually cried, it's times like these when I'm glad that our bedroom door locks.

"Okay..."I hugged back, eventually pulling Mike down, so we were now on his bed.

"You haven't slept in days." I noticed.

"Yeah...been too busy thinking..." Mike admitted. I kissed his forehead.

"Sleep."

Let's just close our eyes and let it be, Cause the battlefield is tired...

A/N: yes, a dreaded song fic, AHHHH! Lolz, hope ya liked it, It was told in Chuck's P.O.V btw.

Song used: Read my mind by sweetbox.