Disclaimer: I don't own Bones. Sometimes wish I did but then I think Hart Hanson and Fox do an excellent job. Well, except for you know /shudder what's her face
Guinnesshero: Okay Baby, I'll make sure you get a powerpuff girls balloon. Of course you think the woman at Boscovs was funny, it was your idea.
Nertooold54: That's a good possibility. LOL actually the only ones that know are Techie, Michelle, Legates and Jones. Otherwise I kept everyone in the dark. Yeah, pretty much and it's kind of a real life thing with tough guys being all softy and nougatie in the center ;-).
Angelbach: Yeah, me too. It's amazing how attached you get to characters you made up. Ask and ye shall receive /snicker. Yes, you did mention that you love the guys lol!
Yenyen76: Heh, more than lonely. He keeps it up and he might not be safe in his own home /whistles under breath.
ArielBrennan: Legates is awesome but don't put him up on a pedestal he is after all male I mean human ;-). Again ask and ye shall receive.
Silver Maker: I did not know that about pepto and 7Up. Heh, now I want to try it just for fun LOL. Heh, you haven't even seen Josh's response /wiggle eyebrows. That appears in this chapter ). Oh man that so sounds like a guy thing to do. Light it /shakes head. You're very welcome for the craving. Last night I had the girls on twitter craving pancakes =P It's a talent what can I say.
GeorgieNZ: The lady at the store situation was suggested by my husband. I didn't even see it or think it. That was all him /points up at guinnesshero. Personally, I think every guys should be taken down a peg at least once in his life by a hormonal woman.
Dolphinb5: It's because he wants what he knows he can't have. And if he can't be happy neither can Legates so that sounds like Diva type thing to me. Um, I saw a guy that looked exactly like Legates down to the 6'7" height at CVS. But I don't know him so I don't know if he's a personality match. It was rather weird I have to admit.
Guest: Ha yes they are an awesome couple ;-)
Thank you all for your reviews. They were so awesome! They got my muse going and I actually got some writing done! Yay! The sequels are on their way!
Chapter 50 – Desiccated Bodies
Michelle smacked her hand over her mouth horrified at what she'd just done and in front of everyone. Spinning around, she looked at the floor and ran past them towards the bed. With an amazing agility, she dove towards the bed and slid under the covers. Legates looked up at the guys who were looking at the knot under the covers they knew to be Michelle. A few of them looked to Legates with questions in their eyes.
He put his hand up and bent his fingers at the knuckles, waving bye to them. He gave them a slight frown and shook his head. Techie raised an eyebrow and Legates slowly nodded his head. Techie ushered the guys out of the room and closed the door behind himself.
Legates stuck his hands under the covers and patted around until he felt her. Running his hands carefully up and down the body part he had in his hand, he figured out he had her thigh.
Moving higher, he found her waist and he put his other hand under her. He gently pulled her out from under the covers. She rolled over away from him and curled into a ball.
"Okay, I get the crankiness, the gassiness," she groaned when he said that, "the pain, the cravings, the weepiness but I don't understand the embarrassment," he said, pulling her over so she faced him.
Her face was bright red and her eyes stared straight ahead at his chest. She put her hands up and covered her face with a moan of embarrassment. He wiggled down so they were face to face and tugged at her hands.
She finally relaxed her grip and let him pull her hands down. He looked her in the eye and waited for a response. Her face continued to turn a darker shade of red as she breathed.
"Fine," she said, exhaling. He waited for her to start speaking.
"I've spent the last four months having people question my sanity because of what happened. Normally I just hide during this," she said, sweeping her hand toward her body.
"So, my hormonal craziness was mine to keep hidden. But since what happened in that place. Sweets has seen it, doctors have seen it, hell I had one doctor try to put me on anti-psychotics. It would be nice to be able to hide this from everyone," she said, her lip starting to tremble.
Legates scooted forward and wrapped his arms around her and ran his hand down her back. Letting out a sigh, he bit back the anger.
"Awww, Sweetheart, you're not any more nuts than any other woman who goes through hormonal crap. I mean look at pregnant women. Besides, you just did what I've been thinking about doing for months. Romero walks in here like he owns the place and has gotten more forward since you've been around. He's jealous because you got me and he didn't. Not that he stood a chance," Legates said, kissing her.
"The guys saw me going nuts on someone. How can I look at them knowing they saw me lose my cool and my confidence?" She muttered, looking around not meeting his eyes.
"I can guarantee that all the guys think is that Romero was being an ass and that you put him in his place. I can also guarantee they won't think less of you for what happened here. Now what can we do to make you feel a little better?" He asked, smiling fondly at her.
"Can you give me like ten minutes by myself?" She asked hesitantly, looking around the room.
"Yeah, I'll go find something to amuse myself. Like keeping the guys from kicking the crap out of Romero," Legates said, grinning.
She chuffed out a laugh and shook her head. Legates slid off the bed and stood up. Pausing, he leaned over her and pecked her on the lips. He straightened back up and walked out the door. He stopped short at the people standing in the hallway. They suddenly had somewhere else to look. He snorted, shook his head and closed the door. He sat down on the floor next to the wall and let out a sigh. He couldn't stop the repetitive sound of Romero's voice calling her cunt from pounding through his head.
"She okay?" Goodman asked then pursed his lips.
"Will be," Legates answered.
"You don't sound sure," Techie said, shifting the laundry tucked under his arm from one to the other. Legates shook his head and shrugged.
"She has PMS and she's really cranky and embarrassed about it. So please just don't act any different around her. And for God's sake I didn't tell you either," Legates muttered. Legates dropped his head on the wall then froze.
Birds flying high
You know how I feel
Sun in the sky
You know how I feel
Breeze driftin' on by
You know how I feel
It's a new dawn
It's a new day
It's new life
For me
and I'm feeling good
I'm feeling good.
Michelle's voice drifted from the room in a smoky jazzy tone. Legates' eyes scrunched together, he didn't recognize the song.
Fish in the sea
You know how I feel
River running free
You know how I fell
Blossom on a tree
You know how I feel
It's a new dawn
It's a new day
It's a new life
For me
And I'm feeling good.
Legates shook his head to clear it from the sensual fog her voice was wrapping around him. He propped his elbow on his bent knee and dropped his chin into his hand. He could imagine her in a dimly lit club singing cabaret style. He could see her on a stage with a microphone stand, back lit, wearing a beaded form fitting gown that was slit to the thigh. As he was imagining this the anger had started to fade. Techie caught the look on Legates' face and snorted. Leaning over, Techie snapped his fingers in front of Legates' face, making the anger snap back into place.
"What's she doing in there?" He asked Legates with a knowing smirk on his face.
"Um, were I to guess and that's all I'm doing here, I would say she's finding her center," Legates mumbled.
"What are you supposed to be doing? I get the feeling it isn't sitting out here," Goodman said, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms.
"I told her I was going to make sure ya'll didn't kill Romero," Legates mumbled.
"I already went and made sure that Maggs and Martinez didn't kill him. Was a close thing, Maggs had his hands around his throat," Techie said.
Legates shook his head wishing that the guys hadn't stopped Maggs from killing Romero. The men sat in silence listening to Michelle sing. At some point, Maggs had joined them in the hallway wondering why they were sitting in the hall until he heard Michelle's voice drifting from the room. Legates realized that if the guys, Maggs and Martinez were here that meant Romero was most likely on his own. Standing up, Legates looked around then decided to make his excuses.
"I left something in the truck. I'll be right back," Legates said, turning and moving down the hallway.
Techie's eyes narrowed suspiciously, he had a bad feeling about this as he watched Legates' form disappear into the stairwell. Giving Legates a couple of minutes head start, he silently followed him down the hall. The men didn't notice Techie slipping away as they listened to Michelle sing.
Legates stalked down the steps and paused at the bottom. He briefly wondered where to start looking and decided that the lounge was his best bet. Stopping in the doorway, he found Romero alone in the lounge sulking on the couch. He leaned against the doorframe and contemplated ways to kill Romero.
Romero glanced up and saw Legates standing there. Opening his mouth, Romero got ready to say something but stopped when he heard Legates knuckles pop.
"Don't, just don't speak," Legates said, seeing Romero opening his mouth, "if you say anything I'll beat you to death with my bare hands."
"No bitch is worth going to jail for," Romero sneered.
Legates pushed off the door and charged at Romero as his rage boiled over. Grabbing him by the neck, he threw the other man on the floor and straddled his chest. Pinning Romero's arms with his knees, Legates grabbed Romero's throat and pounded his head against the floor a few times.
Techie stood in the doorway watching the events unfolding but decided not to intervene just yet. Legates needed to blow off steam and he would enjoy watching Legates teach Romero this particular lesson. He watched as Legates banged Romero's head on the floor, listening to the thunking sound as Romero's head hit the floor. He wondered idly how much that was going to hurt in the morning.
Legates watched as Romero's face turned red then leaned in so close their noses almost touched.
"If you ever say anything about her, anything at all, again I will kill you. Don't doubt that. I am not gay and you have no chance with me. I have absolutely no interest in men at all," Legates said in that same calm deadly tone that had struck fear in Rickets.
Techie watched as Romero started gasping for air and decided that enough was enough, that if he didn't stop him Legates would kill Romero. Stepping into the room, he crossed to where the two men were on the floor. He put his hand on Legates' shoulder.
"That's enough, man, if you kill him you're going to Leavenworth and you'll be dating in conjugal trailers," Techie said.
Techie's voice cut through the haze of rage that surrounded his mind and vision. Looking down, he realized that Romero was struggling for breath and released the man's throat. Standing up, he thought briefly about kicking him but decided not to. Stepping over Romero, he turned and started to leave the room. Techie followed him and heard Romero behind him gasping for air.
They went up the stairs and back down the hallway. As they approached the men standing around the door to their room, they heard Michelle's voice ending a song.
Legates took his position on the wall and waited to see if she would start singing again. His mouth dropped open in surprise at the words that were coming from his room.
A Bar bar bar bar Barbar Ann
Bar bar bar bar Barbar Ann
Oh Barbara Ann take my hand
Barbara Ann
You got me rockin' and a rollin'
Rockin' and a reelin' Barbara Ann
Bar bar bar bar Barbar Ann
There was a thirty second pause before the guys burst into laughter at her choice of music. Maggs looked at Legates in shock and tried not to howl in laughter. The door burst open and Michelle stood there with her arms crossed glaring at the men in the hallway.
Turning on her heel, she went back in the room. Legates stood up with a grunt and followed her into the room. The guys trickled in and sat around the room waiting for the movie to restart.
"Do we have to watch Titanic?" Wilson whined from the other side of the bookcase. Michelle scrunched her nose at Legates and waved her hand in acceptance.
"You pick," she grunted and tried to yank the covers from Legates' hand.
Turning, he looked over at Techie who threw the folded laundry at him. Rolling his eyes, Legates bent over and picked up the duvet. Michelle glared at him while he figured out how to put the cover on the blanket. Michelle mumbled as she put the pillow cases on the pillows. Legates lay down on the end of the bed and tossed the cases of movies around the bookcases.
"Go ahead and pick, you big baby," Legates said.
"I hate this movie it makes me cry," Wilson whined and Michelle burst into laughter.
Wilson grinned at the other guys who chuckled at his antics. Michelle felt her stomach growl and rolled her eyes. She crawled out from under the covers and stood up.
"Baby, I can see your underwear," Legates pointed out.
"I don't care," Michelle mumbled.
"Well, if I can see them then the guys can see them," Legates said.
"I don't care," she mumbled again.
"Neither do we," Techie rumbled in laughter.
"I do," Legates said, frowning slightly.
Michelle rolled her eyes and looked around, it wasn't like she hadn't just walked in front of them across the room in what she was currently wearing. She shrugged and swept her hands around to draw his attention to the fact that she currently had no clothes of her own near the bed.
Getting up, Legates walked to the dresser and dug around and pulled out the pair of faded pajama pants from her drawer. Returning, he handed them to her. She pulled them on and walked over to the refrigerator. She pulled the freezer open and her head jerked back in surprise.
"Josh, exactly how much ice cream did you think I was going to eat?" She asked in an embarrassed tone.
"I didn't know what flavor you'd want so I bought them all," he shrugged, walking up behind her.
"You can always be a dorm B&J dealer," she said, smirking at him.
He wiggled his eyebrows and reached over her head for the bag of chips he'd had earlier.
"Ehhhh, I can't find my open container," she whined, digging through the containers. Maggs shook his head.
"Pathetic," he muttered. She turned on him with a glare.
"Screw you," she said, then turned back to the freezer.
"Ha, here it is," she crowed, grabbing her pint of ice cream.
"You planning on eating real food today?" Techie asked with a huge grin.
"I might eat a meat lover's pizza later," Michelle said, sticking her tongue out.
"There's a reason it's called the freshman fifteen," Maggs said, smirking. Michelle ignored him and walked behind the bookcases.
"Maggs, I could afford to gain the fifteen when I entered college this year," Michelle called back after settling on the bed. Legates chuckled as Michelle sat down and nested in the blankets and pillows. She pouted at him while she opened her ice cream.
"I told you," she muttered.
"I think it's cute," he said, grinning at her. She dug into her ice cream and looked over at the TV.
"You going to start that movie before they climb into bed with us looking for the remote?" She asked, nodding her head in the direction of the bookcases.
"Yeah, that's why we crawl into bed with you two," Oaks said sarcastically.
"Eewwww, I'm supposed to be like a little sister," Michelle said.
"Who said I was talking about you?" Oaks said, a snigger in his voice. Michelle rolled her eyes towards Legates who, grinned, shrugged then pecked her on the lips.
"What can I say, Baby? Everybody wants me," he said, grinning and winking at her.
She sighed, snuggled in deeper to the blankets and to him then dug into her ice cream. The movie held her attention for a little bit. Legates grinned when she snapped a bite at his hand after he dipped his chip in her ice cream. Legates turned his attention back to the TV and only passingly noticed her finishing her ice cream and setting the pint to the side.
He shot her a sideways grin when she started nesting again then softly ran his hand through her hair when she put her head on his thigh. Another hour later, he noticed her breathing had evened out and she was sleeping. He scooted out from under her and walked to his dresser. Pulling out a pair of shorts and a tee shirt, he carried them back to the bed. Changing into them, he pulled on his shoes.
"Going for a run while she's sleeping. Leave her alone," Legates said, standing up.
"Okay, chief," Techie said.
He watched Legates leave and shook his head. Legates had been gone for about forty minutes when Michelle start shifting in the bed. Techie listened to her move around expecting her to wake up. He was surprised when she let out a mewl of pain. Grimacing, he stood up and walked to Legates' closet.
Digging around on the shelf, he grunted when he found the heating pad. He'd never used them but Legates swore by them for muscle pain. He carried it around the bookcases and plugged it in next to the bed. Turning it on high, he waited for it to warm up.
"What are you doing, Techie?" Maggs called from the other side of the room.
Michelle was still scrabbling around on the bed and Techie grimaced at the thought of the kind of irritating pain that disturbed your sleep but not bad enough to wake you up. He set the pad down near her hand and watched as her hand landed on it. With a sigh, she curled up around the heating pad. Nodding, Techie walked back around the bookcases and flopped down.
"Nothing that was any of your business, Maggs," Techie rumbled at the other man.
Maggs gave him a surprised look. They were halfway through Triple X when a sweaty Legates opened the door.
"How the hell do you get sweaty with snow on the ground?" Martinez asked with a teasing grin.
"I run faster than a snail and longer than a ten year old girl," Legates said, heading around the bookcases.
He pulled out a towel and glanced at Michelle. She was curled around a heating pad with a soft look on her face. Sticking his face around the bookcase, he looked at Techie with a raised eyebrow.
"What? She needed it," he said, shrugging.
Legates walked to his dresser and pulled out clean clothes. Gathering everything up, he headed into the bathroom. He locked the doors, turned on the shower and stepped under the hot water. When he was finished and dressed, he stepped out of the bathroom and saw Maggs carrying a stack of pizzas.
Maggs set one of the pizzas to the side and stacked the others on the counter. Legates walked over to the bed and crawled on to it behind Michelle. Wrapping around her, he dropped a kiss on her temple.
"Baby," he said quietly, near her ear.
"Hmmm," she murmured.
"Food is here do you want some?" He asked her, kissing her again.
"Uh, uh," she muttered and rolled over onto her stomach. He rubbed his hand down her back and she arched into it slightly.
"Mmmm," she groaned.
"Hey you two! None of that," Martinez growled. Techie snorted and rolled his eyes.
"Keep doing that and you won't be eating because I'll tie you to me and make you keep doing it," Michelle almost purred. Legates let out a chuckle and kissed the top of her head.
"I'll eat and then you can tie me to you," he promised.
Michelle wiggled off the bed and fell in the floor with a thump. Rolling over, Legates stuck his head over the edge of the bed.
"You okay?" He asked with a worried frown.
"Fine, fine. My muscles just don't seem to be working. They're kinda like Jello," she pouted.
He grinned at her then rolled off the other side of the bed. Standing up, he walked around the bed and helped her stand up. She shuffled into the bathroom and Legates went over to the pizza boxes. Lifting the lid on the box Maggs set to the side, he stared at the pile of meat in the box.
"Is that even a pizza?" He asked, looking over at Maggs.
"I ordered it with extra, extra meat," Maggs smirked.
"If she ends up snuggling in your lap I don't want to hear it," Legates said, opening boxes and looking for a vegetable pizza. Finding one, he pulled out two slices and walked back to the bed.
"I won't mind," Maggs said, grinning.
"You will when Legates rips your arm off and beats you with it," Brown said, taking a bite of pizza.
Michelle walked out of the bathroom and walked toward the bed. She sat on the edge and looked around.
"Awww, you look so pathetic, Baby," Legates crooned at her.
She glared at him and wrapped her arms around her waist. Techie coughed out 'bad move' then returned to eating his pizza with a grin.
"Fuck you, Legates," Michelle growled then stood up, gathered up the down comforter, four out of the six pillows from the bed and moved around the bookcases.
"Where are you going, Sweetheart?" Legates asked with a frown.
"Over here," she said.
She dumped the blankets and pillows on Techie's bed and crawled in. The guys looked at Techie then started bawling in laughter. Techie shrugged and went back to eating.
"He asked for it," Techie said between bites of pizza.
Legates stepped around the bookcases and put his hands on his hips. Martinez turned and looked at Michelle who was nested at the foot of Techie's bed.
"She looks so-" he was interrupted by a sound coming from Techie's mouth.
"What the hell was that?" Martinez asked with a look of utter confusion on his face.
"That would be the thin ice you're standing on cracking, cumdumpster," Johnson said, grinning at Martinez.
"I am domesticated, hear me roar," Techie said with a smirk. Michelle just lay there listening to them talk. Legates put his hands out in a what the hell do I do gesture.
"She looks doleful not pathetic," Techie said, leaning over to look at Michelle.
Michelle ignored them and watched the movie on the TV. She scrunched her face, she didn't remember Monty Python and the Search for the Holy Grail being in the pile Legates had shown her.
"Unfortunately for you," Techie said, pointing at Legates, "stereotypical use of the word has given the word pathetic the worthless and useless connotations instead of the miserable one." Legates put his hands back on his hips, Techie put his finger up.
"Stop right there. You're digging a hole and I won't be able to save you from this one, honey bunches," Techie said.
"Jesus, enough with the psycho babble bullshit. You two sound like a bunch of cackling hens," Michelle growled, getting up again. Gathering up her nesting items, she went back to Legates bed.
"You're worse than Dr. Sweets," she muttered as she walked past.
"Who?" Davis asked, looking at Techie for an answer.
"Dr. Boy," Goodman said.
"Ahhh," Davis said.
"I'm smarter than a squint," Techie said with a proud grin.
"I said you're as bad as him not smarter than him," Michelle grumbled. She fluffed up the covers, rolled over a few times, then grunted.
"Stupid, frickin', just want to sleep, dammit," was mumbled as she passed by Legates.
Opening the refrigerator, she pulled out a Pepsi and walked back to Legates' side of the room. She set the bottle of Pepsi down and started digging around in the night side table. Pulling out a pill bottle, she read the label. Dropping it back in the drawer, she dug again and pulled out another bottle. She read the label and sighed.
Opening the cap, she poured a pill out into her hand. After putting the cap back on, she tossed the pill in her mouth. Picking up her soda, she opened it, took a swallow, then put the cap back on. She put the bottle on the nightstand and crawled into the bed. Legates crawled into the bed with her and snuggled up as close as he could get to her.
"Go away," she mumbled.
"Nuh uh, you know I don't think you're worthless, right?" He whispered near her ear.
"Ehh, but I am for the next couple of days," she whined in a whispered tone.
"Naah, shh don't tell the guys but I get my own snugglie when you're like this," he whispered, then dropped a kiss behind her ear. She smiled softly at him and let out a quiet pained sigh.
"You want the heating pad?" He asked her, a concerned frown pinching his brow.
"Ehhh, then you have to move," she said.
"What if I promise to come right back," he said.
"Okay," she mumbled.
Lifting his head, Legates looked down the bed and smirked. Reaching over with his foot, he picked the cord up between his toes and lifted it to his hand. Pulling the blanket back from her, he tucked the heating pad to her stomach then covered her back up.
"You didn't go anywhere," she said, glancing up at him.
"I can do more than write with my toes," he said softly, grinning at her.
She giggled quietly and pushed back harder against him. Wrapping his arms around her, he held the heating pad in place and smiled against her neck. They lay in silence, neither willing to break the momentary serenity. Michelle felt calm and not like she was going to rip someone's head off or burst into tears. Legates felt relaxed because she wasn't bunched up in pain. Legates carefully tucked a second pillow under his head and watched as the actors on the screen discussed ducks.
He waited after the movie was over for the guys to change it to something else and almost groaned when the opening credits for the first part of the Lord of the Rings Trilogy started to roll. As the sun went down, Legates pulled away slightly, reached behind himself and turned on the lamp next to the bed then turned on his alarm.
Rolling back towards her, he put his arms back where they previously had been. An hour passed before he heard anything from the other side but when he did it was amusing.
"Yarrgg, this is disgusting. What the hell kind of binder is this?" Martinez said in a grossed out tone.
Techie peered over the edge of the bed to see Martinez looking at black binder he didn't recognize. He saw the pictures in it and grimaced.
"Sweet Pea, do you know what this binder of desiccated dead bodies is?" Techie asked Legates from the other side of the bookcases. Legates smirked into Michelle's hair. Not wanting to wake her up, he reached over and grabbed his phone from the night stand.
Michelle's English Paper
Techie jumped when his pocket buzzed and he stared quizzically at the text.
"You don't want to talk to me, Puddin'?" Techie called out to Legates.
Michelle's sleeping
Techie read the message and laughed. If Legates was texting instead of talking, he must be wrapped around her.
"Hey guys, if you want to poke fun at Legates now is the time to do it. Michelle is sleeping and he's playing human heating pad. Which means he can't yell, talk or otherwise return fire," Techie said, laughing.
The guys smirked and a few wiggled their eyebrows.
Thanks asshole
Techie burst into laughter at the text. Legates sat listened as his sexual prowess was discussed, debated and destroyed. Next came his physical abilities quickly followed by his mental abilities. He mentally shrugged, they could say whatever they wanted. They were sitting with a bunch of other guys. He on the other hand was curled up in bed with an extremely attractive woman.
Somewhere halfway through the third movie, he drifted off to sleep. He didn't hear the guys leave or Techie turn everything off for the night. Michelle jerked awake as the alarm went off and groaned.
"Sorry, Baby, I have to get up," Legates told her, kissing her on the top of the head.
"Have to turn in my paper," she said, struggling to get up. He helped her sit up and get off the bed.
"If you wait until I get back I'll drive you," he said.
"Unngghh, okay, but I have to have it in by noon at the latest," she mumbled.
"I don't have class and nothing that I know of going on," he murmured.
She nodded and waited for him to finish in the shower. She was going to go in next but saw Techie waiting for the bathroom and she gestured for him to go next. Michelle stumbled from the bed and made a pot of coffee while she waited for Techie to get out of the shower. She sighed and leaned over the counter as a cramp seized her lower body.
Two days, she mentally chanted just two more days and she could function normally. She smirked as she realized that by the time this was over she'd have Chemistry on Friday and be done until after the new year. She grunted and walked over to her backpack and opened it.
Pulling out her laptop and her cord, she walked to the outlet and unplugged the heating pad. Plugging in her laptop, she started it charging. Grumbling, she gathered up her clothes as Legates moved around the room getting dressed. When he was dressed, he poured himself a cup of coffee and watched Michelle move around the room. Her face was puckered in pain and her movements were slow and stiff.
"Will it always be like this?" He asked her quietly, waving towards her body. She shrugged her shoulder and flopped back on the bed.
"I don't know. It's been this way since the first time," she said, scrubbing her hand through her hair.
Legates' eyes widened as he thought about the implications of a teenager dealing with this sort of thing.
"Until Cam came along this was "normal"," she continued, using her fingers to make quotations around normal. Legates shook his head sipping his coffee.
"Shouldn't someone have known that this was not normal?" He asked, watching her face carefully.
"You'd think that my father being a doctor would realize that it wasn't normal. I guess he just didn't want to think about it," she said, shrugging.
"Lord have mercy," Legates muttered. Michelle shrugged and looked around.
"Can we talk about something other than this?" She asked, her face turning a faint shade of pink. He chuckled and smirked at her.
"Yes, Ms. I want to be a doctor," he said, grinning at her.
"I don't have a problem talking about it in general. It's different when it's mine in particular," she muttered, plucking at her pants.
"Okay," he said.
Techie walked out wearing a towel and Legates raised his eyes to the ceiling in supplication. Getting up, Michelle gathered up her things and carried them into the bathroom. Twenty minutes later, she came out of the bathroom and found the room empty. She saw a note on the bed, picking it up she read the scribbled note.
Should be back in an hour maybe an hour and a half ~J
She sighed and booted up her laptop to check her email. She sighed as she saw emails from her classmates with notes from the class as well as personal notes letting her know that they dropped her study guides off at her dorm with Brittney.
Groaning, she started reading the notes from classes and grumbled about the amount of information, she knew it all wouldn't be on the exams. She was reading the notes from English when her eyes lit on the line stating that if a student had received an A on their paper they would be exempt from the final exam.
Grinning, she gave a huff of relief. With Dr. Brennan checking her paper and correcting not only the grammar but the facts, Michelle knew she had it in the bag. Dr. Brennan had taken a red pen and colored all over her paper. But in the end, Michelle was happy for it. Three hours passed and Michelle groaned. Getting up off the bed, she sluggishly made the bed then picked up her paper.
Taking her purse, she walked out of the room and closed the door behind her. Slowly, she made her way down the hallway. She mentally screamed at the thought of stairs, followed by a block walk to the metro. She was halfway down the flight of stairs when a cramp slammed into her body making her drop to a sitting position. She was panting through her pain when Maggs found her sitting on the steps.
"Michelle, what on earth are you doing?" He asked in concern at her pale complexion and panting.
"I have to turn in my paper. Josh was supposed to be back an hour and a half ago," she gritted out between bursts of pain.
"Yeah, I saw them out on the field. They got a surprise PT test," Maggs said.
Michelle nodded and slowly exhaled. She reached up and used the banister to pull herself into a standing position.
"Hey, gimmie a sec and I'll drive you over to the University," he said, gently pushing her back down into a seated position. A few minutes later, he returned with a pair of keys.
"Come on, up you go," he said, helping her to her feet.
He led her out to a vehicle she didn't recognize and went to the driver's side. She climbed in and was assaulted with the smell of patchouli. She wrinkled her nose and shot a look at Maggs.
"Not mine," he said dismissively.
He drove through the Washington D.C. morning easily. As he pulled up near the campus, she directed him to the closest street to her professor's office.
"Be right back," she hissed in pain as she opened the door.
Maggs watched the students walking by, most of them lost in thought or walking and reading at the same time. He now understood why Legates didn't want to leave Michelle alone for too long yesterday. Her complexion and demeanor screamed pain and sickness. He was starting to get bored when Michelle opened the door and practically fell into the seat.
"Okay," she gasped in pain. He looked at her in concern.
"Do you need to go to the hospital?" He asked her, his eyes scanning her pale face.
"No, just back to the dorms," she hissed out.
Nodding but pursing his lips, he drove them back to the dorms. She climbed carefully out of the car and started walking towards the building. Maggs was following her when his eyes widened in surprise as she bolted for the building. He picked up his pace to follow her. He saw her hauling ass up the stairs, slamming into the hallway.
Smacking her hand over her mouth, Michelle mentally prayed she'd make it to the bathroom in time. Better yet, that there was no one in there. Maggs was surprised at her speed as she threw open the door to Legates' room and went in. He followed her into the room and saw her knock and barely wait for an answer before turning the handle and going into the bathroom.
He rocked back in surprise at the sound of her getting sick. He stood patiently waiting for her to finish, making faces at the sound of her getting sick. Hearing the toilet flush, he walked to the refrigerator. Opening the door, he peered inside. He grabbed the Sprite and pulled it out. Legates must have been expecting this, he thought. Michelle stumbled from the bathroom and fell face first on the bed. Maggs walked over tentatively and crouched down so he could see her face.
"Michelle?" He said in a quiet voice. She opened one eye and glared at him. He held up the bottle of Sprite.
"Thanks," she mumbled into the blankets.
"Do you need anything else?" He asked her with a frown.
"No thanks. Right now I think I just want to be left alone," she said.
"Okay," he said, standing up.
He quietly left the room and headed upstairs to his own room. As he walked, he puzzled over what would cause pain and vomiting then hoped it wasn't contagious.
A/N: Let's see what's up for tomorrow...hmm...pain, three hours, warnings, funny feelings, against her better judgment, apologies, laundry, dinosaurs, the elderly, old hag, schedules, stinky boys, two rinse cycles, Cherry Garcia, Coffee Heath Bar Crunch, security, double bed, Greek god, hamburgers, A vs. B, Sunday night, hair cut, Observation of the Human Body, blackmail material, appropriate identifiers, and questions.