Disclaimer: I don't own Bones. No copyright infringement intended.
Yenyen76: Yeah, felt the need to educate a man. Even if he is fictional. All men think all women get PMS and they are soooo wrong. And then if they run into a woman with PMDD well...
Angelbach: Meh, midterms weren't bad it was finals that sucked lol. As harsh as it may sound not everybody is able to be a military other (spouse/boyfriend/girlfriend ectera). I liked Zach too but I'm not a viewer who is raging to bring him back.
Nertooold54: You sure do get to find out what shots she missed. Poor Legates my butt lol he got lucky. Could you imagine what would have happened if he'd been there. She devil! ;-)
Silver Maker: Green monkey eggs? Bwuhahahaha, okay, oye vey there's a comparison I would have never thought of. Yeah, some men seem to think every woman has PMS and they don't realize there is worse. Heh, til they run into a woman whose hormonal system is out of wack heh, heh. BTDTWTB
ArielBrennan: Meh shame? What shame? ROFL. I'll explain the shot thing down in A/N2.
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Chapter 36 – Forehead Tattoo
"Not heating up fast enough," she bitched, glaring at the heating pad. Legates let out a sigh of irritation.
"Don't even start that shit with me. I've been being good but keep it up and you'll get a good taste of it," Michelle snapped at him.
Legates head rocked back at the anger in her tone that had seemingly come from nowhere. He heard her breathing again and then heard her sniffle.
"I'm sorry, Honey, I'm..I'm.." she said with a sigh.
Her face had flushed pink of course he'd be on the phone with her the first he heard about this. Legates heard her sigh and stayed silent hoping she'd finally say something. Pushing didn't seem like such a good idea. He heard a brisk knock then Cam's voice.
"Alright, missy, you need to remember to go and get your shots," Cam said, dropping the bag on the bed and pulling out several items. Michelle whined at her then glanced at the stuff on the bed.
"Yes, I brought both shots. I had to call Paul to get your Depro," Cam said, resignedly. Legates listened in silence since Michelle seemed to have forgotten about him.
"And you need to talk to Legates, he's completely clueless. It might be nice to clue him into the fact that you turn into super monster bitch once a month," Cam said, swabbing Michelle's butt cheek.
"Oh and it's nice to have it all out and ready for me too," Cam said, smirking at Michelle.
She popped the needle into the muscle and felt a little bad when Michelle winced. Legates was standing in the Georgian night listening to Cam. He bit back a laugh when she described Michelle as being a super monster bitch. But the once a month caught his attention and it dawned on him they'd pretty much been having pretty regular sex.
"I'm going to give you a shot of Demerol then leave you some Darvocet," Cam said, swabbing Michelle's upper arm.
Legates eyes bugged as he heard the painkillers Cam was giving Michelle. Swallowing, he closed his mouth and leaned back against the wall of the barracks.
"Okay, lets go get you dressed," Cam said, grunting as she helped Michelle into the bathroom and sat her down on the toilet.
Walking back to Michelle's room, Cam dug through her drawers and found everything Michelle would need. She walked into the bathroom and handed Michelle her clothes. Michelle slowly pulled them on and then bent over gasping in pain.
"The Demerol will kick in in a few minutes," Cam said, rubbing Michelle's back. Helping her to her feet, Cam helped Michelle back into bed.
"I put your chocolate in the freezer for in the morning," Cam said, smiling softly.
There were some things she was glad she could do for Michelle that didn't require her medical license like buying her Godiva when she felt like crap. Cam slipped from the room, closing the door behind her. Michelle let out a deep sigh and Legates figured it was time to talk to her before she fell asleep.
"Mmm, well that was interesting," Legates said quietly. Michelle let a stoned smile slide across her face.
"Honey, I become a super monster bitch once a month," she said. He chuckled and shook his head.
"So, I hear. Now this is how your monthly thing is all the time?" He asked, trying to wrap his mind around the kind of pain he heard her panting through.
"Mmm it is when I forget to get my shots of Depro," she muttered.
Legates rubbed his head and frowned. He was really not understanding. He knew about it, he knew what happened, he knew first hand about PMS but no one he'd been with ever dropped to the floor and required Demerol.
"Sweetheart, I'm not an idiot really but I'm still a little confused," he mumbled.
"Honey, I'm sleepy so I'll just say I have PMDD. I'll talk to you day after tomorrow. You really aren't going to want to talk to me tomorrow," she said, snuggling down with her heating pad.
"Okay, Baby, I'll talk to in a day or two," he rumbled.
She mumbled sleepily then he heard the phone click. Hanging up his line, he opened his internet and typed in PMDD. He browsed the results wincing at some of the descriptions. Lovely, she didn't get just PMS she got PMS on crack. He'd have to talk to her when she was sober so next month he could come properly armed. Walking in, he sat down at the tables and looked around.
"So, you going to deal me in or what?" He asked with a grin on his face. Smirking, Techie tossed him some cards.
"Aww, does Michelle not feel so good?" Perkins asked with fake sympathy.
"I'd say no since Dr. Saroyan just gave her a shot of Demerol," Legates said, looking at his cards. Techie did a double take and frowned.
"Are you serious?" Techie asked, staring right at Legates. Legates looked up and met Techie's eye.
"As a heart attack," Legates answered.
He stared blankly at the cards in his hands and sucked the corner of his lip into his mouth. Williams grinned and Techie smirked. Legates continued worrying with his lip and his mind wandered to the sounds Michelle had made. He really didn't like it when she was hurting and he was so far away. Not that there was anything he could have done.
"Your turn, fartblossom," Perkins said, throwing a peanut at Legates. Legates snapped his head up and caught the peanut in his mouth.
"Cupcake, don't be throwing boiled peanuts. That's sacrilege," Legates growled as he dropped his bet into the pile and raised it.
"What's got you all in space there boy?" Williams asked, twirling a toothpick in his mouth. Legates raised an eyebrow at Williams.
"Nothing you'd know anything about," Legates murmured. He watched the faces of the men around the table. He went back into space for a second.
"Oh yeah, try me," Williams said, smirking at Legates.
"First let's get something straight. I was graduating Ranger school while you were a freshman in high school so no I'm not your boy. Second, I somehow doubt with the peach fuzz on your cheeks that you'd know anything about a woman," Legates said in a slow even tone.
The men around the table burst into laughter and smacked Williams on the back as his face turned red. It came down to Legates and Techie, Techie staring intently and Legates spacing in and out. The bet just kept going and going until they were both all in.
"Okay, one weekend. No interruptions. You disappear for the entire weekend," Legates said. Techie nodded his head in agreement.
"And you...let's see...you lend me your car for a weekend. The whole weekend Friday when I wake up to Sunday when I go to bed," Techie said. Perkins sucked in a breath and his eyes bugged out in surprise when Legates nodded in agreement.
"Dude, Techie, you are so screwed because you ain't bunking with us for an entire weekend," Perkins said, laughing.
"Aw, honey bunches, I thought you liked it when we snuggled," Techie said, laughing. Perkins looked at the ceiling, shaking his head, and muttering under his breath.
"Read 'em and weep, Baby. A flush," Techie said, laying out his.
Legates shook his head and sighed.
"Too bad all I have is this stinking ole... royal flush," Legates said, smirking and laying out his hearts.
"Awww man," Techie sighed.
"Pay up, gentlemen," Legates said, tapping the table.
"You done?" Williams asked in disbelief.
"Yep, I have cash, a weekend without someone crashing my time with Michelle, and I'm tired," Legates said, waggling his eyebrows. Goodman snorted and shook his head.
"You have a draining night?" Goodman asked with a grin plastered across his face.
"Yeah, Michelle showed me something your mom taught her," Legates said a smirk on his face.
The men laughed as they threw their money down. Scooping it up, Legates walked to his rack and climbed up.
"Techie, why am I always on top?" Legates grumbled over towards Techie.
"Because you have sweet cheeks," Techie calmly answered. The new guys looked around as Legates unit roared in laughter.
"Ya'll are just jealous. I got a girlfriend and a nickname. What did ya'll get? Yeah I thought so," Legates mumbled as he drifted off to sleep.
The next morning dragged on and on for Legates. They were forced to run an obstacle course as if they wouldn't be able to do that. Legates stood at the end of the obstacle course with Techie, Goodman, Wilson and Perkins, watching the rest of their unit trail in and the new guys making their way through the course.
"Pretty boy over there is scared of getting dirty," Legates said, pointing at Koltun who was avoiding the mud and taking longer because of it.
"Maybe if we shoot at him, he'll learn to run through it instead of around it," Goodman suggested.
Legates shot a smirk at Goodman and shook his head. Williams was the first to finish the course and stood next to the other men watching.
"I still think we should shoot him," Goodman muttered. Williams stared at Goodman as if the other man had lost his mind.
"What? When you're moving through a town or jungle you can't duck around mud all the time like pretty boy over there is doing," Goodman said, pointing.
"Come on, Koltun. I know Polish people can run," Williams hollered.
Goodman looked to the sky and shook his head. When Koltun finally crossed the line and stood huffing next to the other men he glared at Williams.
"My family is Ukrainian not Polish you stupid shit," he gasped out.
Legates started chuckling and shook his head. It was going to be a long two weeks he could tell. These men had yet to form a good strong bond. One good trip to the middle of nowhere should fix that.
Later that afternoon, Legates found himself walking down the streets of Columbus killing time. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a mannequin that made him freeze in his tracks. Turning, he walked over to the store window and squinted at the bustier on display.
Grinning, he walked into the store, twenty minutes later he left the shop sixty bucks lighter but oh so happy. The days seemed to drag for both Michelle and Legates yet they continued to put one foot in front of the other. The dragging was interrupted by the ringing of Legates phone one night.
"Hi, baby," he said, grinning. The guys groaned and laughed at his answer.
"Josh, you shouldn't have," she said, her eyes glowing as they slid over the bustier and matching panties laying on the bed.
"Ahh, I see your gift arrived," he said smugly.
"Yes, it did and it's gorgeous," she said, running her finger over the black piping.
"Yeah, well I'm hoping to see it on you, at least for a brief period," he said huskily. She let out a throaty chuckle.
"You will. I just had to call and thank you. I've got to get to bed," she pouted.
"Okay, sweetheart, go to bed," he whispered. They ended the call and the days continued to drag.
Before either of them knew it, it was the Wednesday before Thanksgiving and Legates had gotten news they were heading home early. They'd be there Friday instead of Sunday. Picking up the phone, he borderline gleefully called Michelle.
Michelle was crossing the Plaza for what seemed like the thirtieth time that day when Tanya and Dwayne caught up to her.
"So, you ready for Friday?" Tanya asked, rubbing her hands together and skipping lightly. Michelle looked at Tanya with a bemused expression on her face.
"What are you talking about?" Michelle asked, pulling her backpack around so she could pull her phone from the front pocket.
"We made plans last year. Black Friday shopping for the kids. We've got coupons, we got money and we got people but you know we need you," Tanya said.
"Yeah," Dwayne agreed.
"Shit! I did forget but I don't have anything planned and Josh is out of town," Michelle said, putting her phone in her jacket pocket.
"Okay, Dwayne, Brittney, you and me are going to meet at Toys R Us since that's the one that takes the most experience. The others are going to either Walmart or Target. Their flyers that have things circled in black marker so they should be good," Tanya said, rattling off the information. Michelle's head was processing, filing and storing information.
"When are we meeting?" Michelle asked, pulling her phone back out and opened her calendar then began entering the information for a reminder.
"11:30 Thursday night, Toys R Us is opening at Midnight. The other stores are opening at 10:00pm so the others will be there earlier," Dwayne said, digging through his pockets. Michelle saved her notification and nodded.
"Where are you going now?" Tanya asked Michelle with a twinkle in her eye.
"Going to the Lab to see who is having Thanksgiving Dinner and when it is," Michelle said, still heading towards the Metro.
"So we'll see you Thursday night at 11:30 then," Tanya called out.
"Of course," Michelle called back. Michelle hurried down into the metro station, paid, and got on her train. As she sat down her pocket started to play Beauty and the Beast.
"Heellloooo," she cooed into the phone, making Legates smirk on the other end.
"I have good news," he told her.
"So lay it on me," she said, smiling.
"Ahem," he coughed with a devilish twinkle in his eye, "we're leaving early. We'll be home on Friday instead of Sunday."
"That's great," she purred.
"So, what are you doing Friday night?" He asked, expecting a smutty answer from her.
"I have plans with some friends that I made last year," she said apologetically as she chewed on the inside of her lip. Legates mind churned rapidly.
"Oh, ah, I guess we can get together on Saturday or something," he said, rubbing the back of his head in irritation that wasn't making its way to his voice.
"Josh, if I could beg off these plans I would but I can't. Honey, you know I would if I could," she said.
"Yeah, yeah, I know. Look, I have to go. I'll call you later okay," he told her brusquely.
"Okay," she said in a soft voice.
A moment later she heard the line click closed and hit the end button on her phone. Sighing, she dropped the phone in her pocket and continued her ride.
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Legates glowered at his phone and dropped it in his pocket. He walked into the chow hall for dinner and sat down to eat.
"Who pissed in your cornflakes, Sweetcheeks?" Perkins asked with a charming smile.
Legates glowered at him and turned to his meal. Techie's eyebrows rose at Legates attitude. He only remembered one other time Legates had been like this and it was after, her. Techie shuddered remembering the vampiric cougar that had latched on to Legates. Legates had gotten really attached to her and sulked when she had moved on to greener pastures. To be exact pastures that were five years younger. Techie didn't know all of the details only what he saw.
Techie ate slowly watching Legates from the corner of his eye. Legates was sulking and Techie could think of only one thing that would make him that cranky, Michelle. The next two days passed in a haze of crankiness and even the guys who didn't know Legates were ducking him. With a sigh, Techie settled into his plane seat next to Legates and closed his eyes. Hopefully, the flight would be uneventful.
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Michelle struggled through the crowds, grabbing toys and throwing them into the cart. Dwayne acted as a human shield as the women fought the other people in the store for the best bargains. Five carts, four crushed toes, one elbowed eye socket, and three cranky people later, they pushed their carts to the checkout lines.
They divided up the money and began to check out. Michelle let out a sigh and looked at her watch. She wanted to cry, it was four o'clock and she hadn't eaten or slept since six the night before. She was close to the twenty four hour mark and all she wanted to do was go home. She helped load the toys up, waved to the others and headed home. Arriving, she walked into her dorm, up to her room and into the living room.
"Hey, Michelle, have fun?" Brittney asked as Michelle walked past her. Brittney grinned as Michelle grunted when she walked past.
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Legates looked around at the dorm and growled as he paced in the room, cracking his knuckles. Techie watched him pace and shook his head.
"Come on, Techie, I need a drink," Legates growled.
"Why do I have to go?" Techie asked in an almost whining tone.
"Because I'm going to need either someone to carry me back or bail me out for doing something stupid," Legates growled.
They stepped out into the hallway and men scattered to their rooms. The two men left the dorm, crossed the street and onto the base after showing their ID's. They made their way directly to the bar. Techie followed Legates into the bar and sat down next to him. He eyed his friend and wondered what the hell was going on in his head. The bartender walked up and looked at them.
"What can I get you guys?" He asked, looking back and forth between the two.
"Beer," Techie said.
"UK 103," Legates said. The bartender whistled between his teeth and set up the shot.
"How many of those can he have before he either throws up or ends up in the hospital?" Techie asked, pointing at the shot glass. The bartender eyed Legates frame and squinted his eye.
"Six I'd say, maybe two more than that," the bartender said.
"Flag me when he hits four. Legates, give me your phone, dumbass," Techie said.
Legates grunted at him and reached in his pocket. He pulled out his phone and handed it over. Techie stood up and walked to a table in the back corner. Legates sat looking at the shot glass and ran his finger around the top edge. Picking it up, he downed the shot.
"Hey, Legs, what are you doing here?" Margos asked him with a smile. Legates really hated that nickname. He knew he was tall, he didn't need someone shortening his last name to remind him.
"Drinking," he said shortly.
"Testy, testy," she said.
"Not to be offensive but I really don't want any company," he said crankily.
She sat there and stared at him until he turned a glare on her. Techie pulled out Legates phone and looked down at the speed dials. He wasn't really surprised that Legates had bumped him down to second but for some reason it stung just a little. Yep, he was just a little, itty, bitty, teeney, weenie bit, jealous.
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Michelle sighed and then groaned when her phone rang. Who the fuck was calling her? All she wanted to do was sleep. Picking up the phone, she hit the talk button.
"Is someone fucking dead?" She snarled at the phone without opening her eyes.
"Tut tut, missy I'm going to wash your mouth out," Techie said.
"Techie? Why are you calling me? Did something happen to Josh? Is he okay?" She mumbled in a hurried tone, rolling off the bed searching for clothes.
"He's okay for now but if he keeps drinking he won't be. He's two shots into UK 103," Techie said.
"And you're calling me why? You're there with him. Take his ass home," she growled.
"Weeeellll, seeeee, that's the problem. He's not really listening to me. I have no idea what happened but he got all pissy on Wednesday and now he's unmanageable. I'm thinking you're the only one who can fix this," Techie said lightly.
"Jesus," she sighed, "I'll be there in twenty minutes. One more shot and cut him off or he'll be too drunk to deal with."
She hung up the phone, gathered up her clothes, and purse. Throwing on her clothes, she hopped through the living room pulling on her shoes.
"Brit, I have to go rescue Josh from himself. I might be back maybe not. Call me if you need anything," she hollered as she headed towards the door.
"Bye," Brittney called to her.
Michelle grumbled as she moved down the hallway to the stairs. She was outside the building and down to the metro station in the blink of an eye. She sat on the metro and tried not to fall asleep. She got off the at the stop two blocks from the base when she realized she didn't know which bar they were at.
Sighing at her own stupidity, she opened her phone. Hitting the button, she called Legates phone back and waited for Techie to answer.
"Hello," Techie answered.
"Hey, where are you guys? I didn't even ask," she grumbled out.
"At the on base bar," he told her.
"Well, that's farging peachy. How am I supposed to get to you?" She asked him in irritated tone.
"Call me when you're a few blocks away and I'll meet you at the visitors center near the gate," he said calmly.
"Well, start walking there big guy cos I just got off the Metro two blocks away," she told him. He barked out a laugh and hung up.
"Margos, he's reached his vodka limit, beer only. I have to go sponsor someone. I'll be right back," he called out.
Margos waved her hand and looked over at Legates who was sitting at the bar, his head propped on his hand, elbow on the bar. Shaking her head, she turned back to the conversation she was having. Techie, did a shuffling jog the three blocks to the visitors center and stood waiting.
Michelle walked up and he grimaced. The poor girl looked like shit. She had large bags under her eyes, she looked as if she hadn't brushed her hair, hell, he wasn't sure if she was fully dressed.
"You look like shit," he told her.
"Good to see you too, Techie," she snapped, "Sorry, sorry I'm just really really tired."
He nodded then walked her into the building and signed her in. Techie walked back towards the bar, Michelle following silently beside him.
"You'll want to get your ID out. I'm sure the bartender is going to ask for it to make sure you're even old enough to be in there," Techie told her.
She pulled her ID and debit card from her purse and transferred them to her pocket. He grunted and opened the door for her when they reached the bar. She walked in and started scanning for him. When she found him she frowned. He was sitting at the bar, staring into a beer. A few of the guys were eyeing her, she ignored them and moved towards the bar.
She stopped when a hand landed on her thigh. The man on the other end of the hand sucked in a breath when he felt a cold piece of steel on his hand. He realized there was a knife jammed into his hand.
"Get it off before I make you very, very, sorry," she hissed.
He snatched his hand back and she continued on. Techie snickered as he walked past the table. Michelle plopped down on the stool next to Legates and leaned on her own hand. The bartender walked up and rolled his eyes.
"I need to see-" he stopped when she smacked her ID down on the bar.
Legates looked up at the sound of her hand hitting the bar top. His fuzzy brain couldn't quite put the whole idea together. He sat staring at her for a few minutes before a cranky scowl crossed his features.
"Uh, huh, you're getting hammered because you couldn't get your way," she told him.
"So," he said petulantly.
"Come on you big baby. Lets get you home before you throw up on someone," she said, tugging at his arm.
"No, thank you," he said, jerking his arm from her hand. She let out a sigh and glared.
"Do not make me get Techie over here to carry your ass out of here, Josh," she snapped.
Being tired already, she didn't have the patience to deal with his ass. He snorted and took a drink of his beer.
"I'm not leaving before my beer is gone," he said.
She took the glass from his hand, took a deep breath and chugged the beer, sucked the foam from her lip and smirked.
"Now, let's get you home," she said again.
He sighed and stood up a bit unsteady. The logic of what she had just done almost escaping his vodka induced haze. They started walking and she suddenly found herself supporting a lot of his weight.
"Techie... urgghh... a little help here," she grunted.
Techie snickered for a second before he saw her knees buckling. Walking over, he put his shoulder under Legates arm and took most of the other man's weight. They walked to the door and Michelle let Techie take the load.
"Don't know what you're doing here anyway. Weren't you supposed to be out with your friends?" He sneered the last word at her. Her back stiffened and she shot him an incredulous look.
"I'll have you know I was out with my friends earlier. I told you I made plans with them a year ago," she snapped at him.
"So, you couldn't see me tonight why then?" He asked her in an almost hurt tone.
"Because I am tired just like I knew I'd be," she told him flatly.
"So, sleeping is more fun?" He asked almost snarling. She sighed and rolled her eyes.
"I think I'm done talking," she said.
"Because talking to your college friends is more important," he said snidely.
"God, you're a mean drunk," she snapped at him.
"Usually, he's a pretty happy drunk. This is way out of character," Techie said, adjusting Legates so he wouldn't drag both of them over.
They safely reached the dorms and Michelle held Legates up while Techie opened the door. They dragged him past the lounge and to the stairs. Three steps above the second landing, Legates leaned back. Techie automatically released him but Michelle didn't have time.
As soon as Techie let go, Legates went backwards and drug Michelle with him. She squealed and then grunted as she fell down the stairs, hitting her elbow on the handrail as she fell. Techie bounded down the steps and helped her up.
"Oh, God, are you okay?" He asked, checking her over.
"Yeah, fine. Let's just get his drunk ass to bed," she said, between gritted teeth.
Between the two of them they managed to finally get Legates up the steps. After getting him to the second floor, they struggled to get him down the hall way. Davis stepped out to see what the racket was all about and whistled in surprise at the normal sober Legates being drug down that hall, drunk as a skunk.
"Shut the hell up, Davis," Legates bellowed.
Michelle held Legates up again while Techie opened the door. They dragged him to the bed and dumped him. He lay on his back and glared up at them. Michelle put her hands on her hips and glared back.
"What the hell are you glaring at me for? I'm not the one who said that I didn't want to be around you," he snapped. Techie backed out of the room and closed the door behind himself.
"I never said that. I told you, I had plans with some people from school. I made them a year ago," she growled.
"Yeah, convenient," he snarked.
"Keep running your mouth and you really will be alone. I will not be attacked because I spent time with my friends," she said in a low threatening tone.
"You know where the door is," he muttered.
Her mouth fell open and she glared. She was getting ready to say something when he snored. Oh, hell no, she thought. Looking around, she spotted a cup of pens and markers on his dresser. Stalking to it, she grabbed a black sharpie and a post it note. She stormed back to the bed and took the cap from the larger side of the pen.
Leaning over, she made bold dark strokes across his forehead. When she was happy with her work, she picked up the post it note, scribbled a note on it, and stuck that on his forehead as well. Turning, she stormed from the room and let the door slam behind her.
She strode down the hallway. Wilson was about to say something when he saw her face, he did an about face and went right back into his room. She had reached the bottom of the steps when Techie stepped out of the lounge.
"Where are you going, Michelle?" He asked in confusion, he had been sure she'd sleep there.
"Home," was all she said.
She slammed the door behind her and walked off into the night. Turning, Techie jogged up the steps and down the hall. Opening the door, he walked over to where Legates was laying on the bed. He frowned at the post it stuck to his forehead.
Don't bother was all it said. He sucked in a breath through his teeth and pulled Legates phone from his pocket. Hitting the speed dial, he waited to see if she'd answer. As he expected it went straight to voicemail.
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Michelle stalked down the road, she wiped the tears as she walked. How could she think she might love someone who acted like that? He never asked what the plans were, he just assumed. And worse yet, he thought that she thought they were more important than him.
She cried the whole way home. She slammed into her dorm and locked the door behind her. She didn't say a word to either of the people in the living room. She walked to her bedroom and shut the door then fell across the bed. By this point her tears had stopped falling and her head and elbow hurt.
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Legates came to well after the sun rose and groaned. His head was killing him, reaching up to rub his head, his hand ran into a post it note. Pulling it off his forehead, he stared at it not comprehending the meaning. He sat up and his stomach automatically revolted. Gaining his feet, he charged to the bathroom and proceeded to empty his stomach. After a good round of vomiting, he sat back on his heels and groaned.
Standing up, he stripped off his clothes and stumbled into the shower. As he stepped out and in front of the mirror, he spied the writing on his forehead. But because it was in the mirror it was backwards and he couldn't read it. Grabbing his toothbrush, he brushed his teeth.
Walking into his room, dripping the whole way, he searched out a towel. After drying off, he pulled on his clothes and walked slowly down to the lounge. When he walked in and sat down seven other guys from his unit scowled at him. He sighed and looked at them.
"What's on my forehead?"
"Asshole," Addison said.
"Don't call me names just answer the question, buttnugget," he shot back then winced.
"Sup, asshole," Techie said, sitting down across from Legates. Legates scowled at him too.
"Why are you all being assholes?" Legates asked, glaring at him. Techie shook his head and frowned at him.
"First of all, we're using the name tag on your forehead that reads asshole in a very pretty feminine script. Second of all, after last night you really deserve it," Techie told him.
"What are you talking about? And please talk slow, my head hurts," Legates snapped.
"Well, duh, dipshit. You did four or five shots of UK 103 then had half a beer," Techie said. Legates sighed and waved the post it note at Techie.
"What's this all about?"
"Well, you weren't listening to me or anyone else for that matter. You were cranky and snappy before we went out for drinks. So while you got what was the word she used oh yeah 'hammered', I called Michelle to come get your drunk ass," Techie said.
"Oh shit," he mumbled.
"You were not very nice to her so I'd like to hear from the non horses' ass mouth what your beef with her was," Techie said. Legates sighed and rubbed his temples.
"I called her Wednesday to see if she wanted to go out on Friday. I had something really nice in mind and she said no because she was going out with her friends. She made plans last year apparently," he grumbled.
"So, you got stinking drunk and turned into an asshole because your girlfriend had plans she made before she met you and stuck to them?" Techie said, emphasizing the before she met him part. Legates groaned and dropped his head into his hands.
"When I saw the notes she left I tried to call her from your phone but it's going straight to voicemail," Techie said.
A/N: Uh oh...ignoring, parachuting, panic, Booth, getting the creeps, mistakes, promise of death, a sick freak, unadulterated rage (x2), messing up, anger, guilt, King Ranch, bikini panties, fuzzy socks, Downy Ball, not sharing, cheesecake, and protectors.
A/N2: Okay quick lesson that I've learned through research (I'll be posting some links today I think). PMDD= Premenstrual Dysphoric Disorder is a SEVERE form of PMS. Only 3-8% of women get it (thankfully. I really wouldn't wish it on anyone). Common treatment is an SSRI or Selective Serotonin Reuptake Inhibitor (Paxil, Zoloft and Prozac for example). However, recent studies are showing that certain hormonal birth controls like Depro can stop/decrease the symptoms by stopping the menstrual cycle. Depro-Provera is an intramuscular shot that is a progestin only birth control that stops ovulation for three months. One of the side effects is irregular or absent menstrual cycles. The recent research is not commonly being used as it is a 1 in 5 or 6 chance of working (I can't remember the exact numbers). So there you go a biology lesson for today according to my research.