A/N: I asked for 5 prompts from a 50 word list on tumblr and these are the words wannabesewcrafty chose and what follows is a 5 drabble set. This is set after Season 2. Let me know what you think. Less than 3 weeks until season 3 starts! lots of new promos floating around for the new season.

can you hear me

"Your doctor says you can hear me," Paige tearfully whispered as she squeezed Mike's hand. "I hope that's true. What I did, I can't even begin to ask for forgiveness. But I'm sorry. Hate me forever, but you need to wake-up. I promise to do better, be better. Just wake-up, Mike. Give me a sign."

Mike stubbornly kept his eyes closed as he listened to Paige's heartfelt plea. She would know he was awake soon enough. It was petty, but he wanted her to suffer just like he had suffered when he found out she sent Sid to kill him.

tongue-tied

Paige hesitated in kitchen entryway as she watched Mike at the sink. He had barely spoken two words to her since coming home from the hospital last month, but he had plenty to say at the hospital and she had exhausted herself apologizing.

Mike turned to look at her, startled, she dropped the glass in her hand and quickly knelt down to clean it up, accidentally cutting herself.

Before she realized what was happening, Mike was examining her hand. He said nothing, but she held her breath as he carefully picked out the shards of glass and bandaged her up.

broken wings

"Life would be easier if we had never met," Paige conceded, accepting that nothing would ever be the same for them again. Not expecting an answer, Paige started to get up when Mike pulled her back in the sand.

"Easier, but not better," Mike confessed. "Everything that happened, it's not all your fault. We both made a lot of poor decisions."

"But I'm the one - "

"You told me once that you liked that I was uncomfortable with the lies. Somewhere along the way, I became too comfortable with them. I never meant to hurt you."

"We hurt each other."

irresistible

Mike stood frozen at the top of the stairs when he saw Paige walking towards him, wearing an impossibly short white dress. His blood rushed south and for a second he forgot he was supposed to hate her, because all he could think about was how incredible she looked in that dress.

Paige met his gaze, giving him a tired, somewhat shy smile as she brushed past him on the stairs and against his better judgment he pulled her in his arms and pressed his lips to hers, desperate to know if his feelings for her died when he did.

grinding

When Paige was in his arms like this, it was easy to forget everything. The past. Pain. Lies.

He forgave her, but he wasn't sure he could forget. Sometimes he woke up in the middle of the night, gasping for air and screaming with Paige guiltily hovering in his doorway, unsure what to do.

Mike pushed those thoughts from his mind, choosing to focus on this moment. He brushed Paige's hair over her shoulder, sensually kissing her neck as she rhythmically rubbed her ass against him on the dance floor, using the excuse of being undercover to hold her tight.