Disclaimer: I don't own Bones. Hart Hanson and Fox do but they shouldn't. (Yeah, not really happy about information coming from Comic con)
Angelbach: To be honest I don't know any guy that doesn't tease his friends about being gay. Hell I knew gay guys in high school that teased other guys about being gay /rolls eyes Bad part was he wasn't really trying to hide being gay. Made it even more funny LOL. Yes, yes they are. I'll have to find more inventive (no not sexual ewww) ways to use them.
Ginge53: I'm glad you're liking it. Umm I think I have a link for it and I'll throw it up in the blog. I have some links that need to go up anywho. Well, hold onto your squeals because I'm not sure how long it will take. It is much more difficult to do two stories that cross over. You have two open write one then catch the other up to that point in the first one's time line so you can make sure that their conversation and time lines match. The other sequel is to this story. It'll be Second Comes Marriage ;-P My lovely beta gave me that idea
Xylarisa: I actually didn't think about writing the professor's reaction. That would have been fun /pout. I wanted them to be family. I pretty much figured if you go into situations like they do and survive the things they do that you're going to become like family.
Guinnesshero: I said B &(-) J dealer not BJ dealer. I love you honey but you're a perv =P
GeorgieNZ: Shhh don't let him hear you say that. I'll never be able to live with him ;-). It's just too easy, I mean everyone thinks he is and they're going to ride it as long as they can. At least I would so that means they will LOL. I figured with Techie it was as he said 'I am domesticated hear me roar' type thing. Maggs well Maggs is a different story and you'll see more of his brotherly tendencies in Second Comes Marriage. I pretty much kept the girls away because well she likes to hide and I figured by this point they knew that and leave her alone. I hope you have safe flights and travel!
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Chapter 51 – Observation of the Human Body
It was almost three o'clock in the afternoon before Legates returned to the dorms and he was sore, cranky, sweaty, and tired. He walked in the door to find Michelle laying there her eyes wide open staring at absolutely nothing. Her breathing was calm and rhythmic but not the breathing of someone asleep.
"Baby, are you okay?" He asked, rushing towards her.
"Ungh, yes, don't touch me," she growled. He looked at her and frowned.
"Why are you sitting here in pain? You could have taken a pill," he said, glowering at her.
"Because if I fucking move I'll vomit all over the place," she growled, breathing deeply then closing her eyes.
Techie turned at a knock on the door. Opening the door, Techie saw Maggs standing on the other side holding a pocketbook.
"It's your color, Maggs," Techie said with a snicker.
Legates glanced at the door then back at Michelle. The purse registered in his brain and he turned to face Maggs.
"Why do you have Michelle's purse?" Legates growled, crossing his arms and glaring.
"Down boy. I found her sitting on the stairs when I came back from my morning class. She said she needed to turn in her paper-"
"Shit! I totally forgot," Legates whispered in a horrified tone.
"Anyway, I took her over to turn it in and she left her purse in the car," Maggs said, holding out the purse.
Techie took it from his hands and set it on the counter. Maggs glanced over at Michelle and scowled.
"She hasn't moved in almost three hours?" Maggs said, looking at Legates, worry written all over his face.
"I did too, I threw up again," Michelle grunted in a pained whisper.
"Aww, hell," Legates grunted in irritation.
Spinning on his heel, he leaned over and grabbed a towel from under the bookcase. Stomping to the shower, he slammed the door behind him. Michelle's eyes squeezed closed and a few tears slipped from between them. Sucking in a shuddering breath, she sat up and swallowed twice before moving.
"What are you doing?" Techie asked with a frown.
"Leaving. I told him. I warned him. But did he listen to me? No, hell no, why would he listen to me? I mean it's not like I haven't been dealing with this for longer than him," Michelle ranted between deeply drawn breaths.
Finally getting her center of gravity, she stood up, dropped to her knees and laid her face on the carpet for a moment. Sighing, she reached under the bed and pulled out her bag. Slowly getting up, she walked to the dresser. Pulling open the drawer, she looked at her items in the drawer. Growling, she yanked the whole drawer off the sliders and dumped the items in the drawer into her bag.
"Efficient," Techie commented, leaning against the counter and crossing his arms.
Michelle walked around to the night side table and opened the drawer. Digging through the items, she pulled out her pills and the empty shot container. Rifling through the drawer, she saw there wasn't anything else of hers in there. Shoving her laptop haphazardly into her backpack, she zipped it up. Shrugging it onto her shoulders, she picked up her bag.
Walking over to where Techie was standing, she reached around him and grabbed her purse. She walked to the door, opened it and left the room without looking back. Techie sighed and looked up at the ceiling. Shrugging, he dug through his clothes and pulled out a clean set of clothes.
Michelle bit back her tears as she walked down the hallway. Goodman watched her go and shook his head. He had seen that Legates was in a bad mood but he didn't think that he'd take it out on Michelle. As he stood thinking about the consequences of saying something, she passed by without saying a word. He could see her movements were stiff and almost disjointed. Shaking his head, he watched her leave. A funny feeling told him that he should say nothing and just let her go.
Legates stood in the shower trying not to be angry at himself. He knew it wasn't his fault but that didn't change the fact that this test had made him cranky. The irritation at the situation had gotten worse at the fact that he'd not only not helped her turn in her paper but left her laying in the same spot in so much pain she couldn't move without being sick.
The guilt roiled in his stomach making him nauseated. Realizing he was taking a long time, he quickly soaped, rinsed then stepped out of the shower. Wrapping the towel around his waist, he walked out into the bedroom and froze. Her drawer was hanging open and completely empty. His night side table drawer hung open and she was nowhere to be seen.
"Jesus, where'd she go?" He barked, looking at Techie.
Techie quirked his eyebrow and shrugged his shoulders. Picking up his towel, Techie pushed past Legates into the bathroom. Digging through his clothes, Legates pulled some on and jammed his feet into his shoes. He bolted out into the hallway and saw Goodman standing there leaning against the wall.
"Where'd she go?" Legates asked in a rushed tone.
"That way," Goodman said, pointing down the hall towards the only door at that end of the hall.
"Thanks, dickface," Legates said, running down the hall.
He tore down the steps and slammed out into the parking lot. His eyes shot around and he swore in a loud voice. Michelle flinched at his loud cursing and sniffled. Legates froze when he heard the slight sniffle. Looking around again, he didn't see her. Starting at the first vehicle, he walked down the row of parked cars and finally spotted her three quarters of the way down sitting on a parking block. He ran up to her and squatted down.
"Baby, what are you doing?" He asked breathlessly panicked. He reached for her and she shoved his arms away.
"Get away from me. I'll be out of your way in a few minutes. I have to wait for this cramp to pass," she growled. Legates frowned at her in confusion.
"Michelle, where are you going and why?" He asked now confused at her anger. She had said she could be emotional so he was hoping this was all it was.
"Just get away from me," she snarled again, struggling to get to her feet. He reached out to help her and she shoved at him.
"Don't touch me," she snapped.
"Michelle, why are you angry?" He asked, trying to understand why her anger was directed at him as he felt his anger bubbling to the surface. She froze and glared at him.
"Why am I angry? WHY?" She screeched, stalking towards him. He stood with his hands on his hips looking confused.
"Yes, why?" He asked, trying not to pull his hair out and remain patient.
"Because I told you. I warned you. But you said you wouldn't hate me in two days. And what do you know, I was right. Two days, it took two days," she snarled, "if you had just fucking listened when I told you then we wouldn't be over now would we? But noooooooo you had to have your way and against my better judgment I let you have it."
Swinging around, she bent down, grabbed her bags and stormed away from him. Legates stood there with his mouth hanging open. What the hell just happened? Snapping his mouth closed, he took off at a run after her. Passing her, he turned around and stood in her path.
"Baby, I don't hate you. Why in the world do you think that?" He asked, thinking back to before he went into the shower and couldn't think what would cause this reaction.
"Aww, hell," she growled then pushed past him. His brain clicked on and he swore under his breath.
"Michelle, wait," he called, catching up to her.
"Legates, just go away okay," Michelle said, tears now slipping from her eyes.
"Michelle, I was not angry or irritated at you AT ALL," he said, reaching for her.
She jerked away from him but stopped and spun to face him. She crossed her arms, glared at him and clenched her jaw. He looked at her and his face softened.
"Sweetheart, I was mad at the situation. I was cranky from having to do that stupid PT test then I totally forgot you had to turn your paper in. I was upset because you had to go all the way to the University by yourself and got sick because of it. Because you were by yourself and in so much pain you didn't move other than to get sick," he said, jamming his hands in his hair. He let out a breath and sighed looking at her.
"I was never mad at you," he said gently.
"Seemed to me that you were. That was what you said after I said I'd gotten sick. Obviously, I wasn't the only one who thought that either. Techie let me go, he obviously agreed," she pointed out.
"No, Techie realized that this was between you and me. That nothing he could say would fix this," Legates said, shaking his head. Michelle sniffled and glared at him. He stepped closer to her and gently grasped her upper arms.
"Baby, I was never, never angry at you. I was angry at me, I promise," he said, tugging gently until she was against his body. He felt Michelle shaking lightly and her tears wetting his shirt.
"Oh God, Sweetheart," he whispered, slamming his eyes shut and dropping a kiss on the top of her head. He squeezed her and hmm'd in the back of his throat in a soothing manner.
"Come on, let's get back inside it's cold out here," he whispered.
He let go of her and turned her towards the building. Guiding her back into the building, he breathed a silent sigh of relief. They walked down the hall and into his room. He opened the door and pushed her in the door. Techie snorted and Michelle did an about face.
"That was directed at him not you, Michelle," Techie said, without looking up from his book.
"Nuh uh, back you go," Legates said, pushing her towards the bed.
He took her bag from her shoulder and shook his head. She walked around the bookcases, looking down at the floor. She sat down on the bed and he dropped her bag on the dresser. Unzipping it, he stared at the bag with a stunned look on his face.
"Um, Sweetheart, what did you do when you packed?" He asked, poking through the bag. Techie sniggered and turned the page in his book.
"I dumped the drawer in my bag," she said, with a gloomy look on her face.
"Okay, no worries. I'll get this sorted out. Let me see if I can find you something to wear," he said, pulling out clothes.
He found a pair of pajama pants but the shirt that went with them was covered in conditioner. When he pulled out her other shirts they were covered in soap as were clothes in the bottom of the bag. Setting her pants to the side, he pulled open his shirt drawer and pulled out one of his shirts. He turned around and set them down next to her.
"I'm going to have to wash your clothes," he said, jerking his thumb towards the bag. She sniffled and nodded, still looking down at her hands.
"Go ahead and get comfortable. Do you want anything to eat?" He asked her with a sympathetic look on his face.
She shook her head no and clenched her hands together. He walked to the refrigerator and opened the door. Pulling a Pepsi out, he carried it to her then dug her medication out of her bag. Wiping the soap off the pill bottle, he unscrewed the top and poured one into his hand. He walked over, crouched down and held the pill out to her. She looked at the pill and sniffled.
"Come on, Baby. I don't want you throwing up again," Legates said, pressing the pill into her hand.
With a sigh, she tossed the pill back, opened the soda and took a gulp. Toeing off her shoes, she scooted back from the end of the bed pulling her pajamas with her. He watched as she changed without getting off the bed. He walked over to the closet and opened the door. He sighed at the sight of the full wash basket.
Shrugging, he pulled down his laundry detergent. He carried the basket to the dresser and set it down. He pulled out her clothes and dropped them in the basket. Pulling out the bottles of miscellaneous items and wiped them off with one of her shirts. Dropping it back in the basket, he turned to face Michelle. Walking over to her, he leaned over and kissed her forehead.
"I'll be right back. Five minutes tops," Legates told her.
"Mmmmm," Michelle mumbled and rolled up in the covers.
Legates straightened up, walked back to the basket, picked it up and left the room quietly. Michelle closed her eyes and let the leftover tears roll from under her lids. She knew they weren't going their separate ways but the thought that they almost did because of her stupid hormones still upset her. She hastily wiped the tears from her face and cringed at the mess she'd been over the last two days. She was in the middle of wishing she hadn't agreed to this when she felt the bed dip.
"Hey," he said, curling up around her. He dropped a kiss on her neck and pulled back as the salty taste of her tears hit his mouth.
"What's wrong, Sweetheart?" He whispered against her neck, his breath tickling her.
Sniffling, she shook her head and bit her lip. He sat up so he was leaning on his elbow and he could see the rest of her face and eyes. He could see the tears hanging on her lashes.
"What's going on?" He asked her, pushing her hair behind her ear where it stuck in the dampness of her tears.
"She's hormonal, you dumbass," Techie said, rolling his eyes. Legates let out a sigh and dropped his chin to his chest.
"You'll have to excuse his stupidity, Michelle. His last girlfriend didn't have a monthly since before the dinosaurs were born," Techie said, a grin spreading across his face.
Michelle covered her face with her hands and Legates saw her shoulders shake. Reaching over, he pulled her hands down from her face and her laughter bubbled out from her throat.
"It's not polite to make fun of the elderly, Techie," Michelle said between gasps of laughter. Techie's mouth fell open and he roared in laughter. Legates rolled his eyes and looked to the ceiling.
"Yeah, I guess that joke is getting kind of old," Techie said, then started laughing again. Michelle laughed then gasped as her tears rolled into her sinuses.
"Are you done laughing at me?" Legates asked, grinning at Michelle.
"Not quite. Just a second," she said breathlessly, then burst into laughter again. Leaning down, he put his mouth near her ear.
"You may be laughing but you enjoy the knowledge I gained from a more experienced woman," he murmured. She stopped laughing abruptly and glared at him.
"'Cos you just did not bring up having sex with that old hag while you're lying in bed with me,"she growled.
"Oh shit," Techie said.
"Okay, not my best idea ever," Legates said, wincing.
"You think?" Michelle asked, rolling on her back and propping herself up on her elbows. He sighed and dropped his head onto her shoulder.
"Yeah, really bad move on my part," he said, giving her pathetic eyes. Sighing, she rolled her eyes and shook her head.
"I'll let it go this time," she muttered, cutting her eyes at him.
Dropping onto his back, he pulled her down on top of his chest. She twirled his necklace around in her fingertips.
"Now what were you upset about?" He asked in low tone so Techie wouldn't hear. She sighed and dropped his necklace.
"I almost ended what we have because of a barrage of hormones. I got upset over something stupid and stormed out," she muttered.
"Okay, tell you what. When you're upset with me instead of leaving, yell at me. At least then we can try to work it out. If we can't we'll decide from there but I'm pretty sure we can work through anything that is thrown at us," he said, running his hand down the back of her head.
"Okay," she whispered. He tilted his head and kissed her forehead.
"Why were you so cranky?" She asked in a quiet tone.
"Because Jameson is a prick," Legates rumbled.
An hour later, he went to get the laundry from the dryer. He was pretty sure that someone had put it in the dryer and he was right. The next day passed quietly with Michelle studying, napping, and planning for the weekend with Techie and Andrea. Other than a brief interruption by the cable guy, who drooled all over the TV, Michelle's day remained quiet. Michelle was cross referencing times and schedules when the guys returned. She looked up and scrunched her nose at them, they were sweaty.
"Stinky boys," she said, smirking at them.
"Well, glad you're back," Techie said, grinning. She rolled her eyes and went back to the computer.
"When does Andrea get here?" Michelle asked, clicking on a link on her computer.
"I have to go to Reagan at ten to pick her up," Techie said, glancing at his watch.
"You got plenty of time, stud muffin," Legates said, grabbing a towel and heading for the shower.
When Legates came out of the shower, he flopped down next to Michelle and tried to peek at the computer. She turned the screen so he couldn't see it and smirked at him. Neither paid any attention to Techie as he went in to take a shower.
"Where are you staying while Andrea is here?" She asked, still typing.
"Uh, I was planning on getting a cheap motel around the corner for at least one week," he muttered.
"Why? You can just stay with me. Will take a little bit of scheduling due to the door locks but meh you can stay with me," she said, shooting him a sideways grin.
"Only if I'm not going to get you into trouble or anything," Legates said.
"Yeah, right, as if. Dwayne pretty much lives with us," Michelle snorted.
"Uh okay, so we should probably disappear tonight," Legates muttered.
Standing up with a sigh, he walked around the room packing both her stuff and his stuff. Her bag still had soap in it and he didn't want to put anything in it. When the bag was packed, he lay back down on the bed.
"My way is quicker," she said, chuckling.
"Your way took two rinse cycles," he muttered. She snickered and lay her head on his shoulder.
"Well at least your clothes smell good," she laughed lightly.
"Yeah you should have seen Jameson's face this morning," Legates snickered. With a sigh, Michelle stood up and packed up her backpack.
"You have everything?" She asked with a smile.
"No, waiting on you. I'm taking some of this ice cream with me. So you can have some at your place," he said, standing up and walking to the freezer.
"That's not fair. You're trying to make me fat," she whined.
"More cushion for the pushin', Baby," he said, smirking.
"Oh my, God. You did not," she gasped with a scowl.
He shot her a grin and wiggled his eyebrows. A grocery bag seemed to magically appear in his hands and Legates opened the freezer. He stood staring as Techie walked into the room.
"Andrea have a favorite flavor?" Legates called over his shoulder.
"Cherry Garcia or Coffee Heath Bar Crunch," Techie mumbled.
Legates put those in the door and started digging through the flavors. When he was satisfied with the pints in the bag, he closed the freezer door.
"Let's go. Techie, staying at Michelle's," Legates said, winking at Techie.
"Thank God," Techie muttered.
Legates snorted and rolled his eyes. The pair grabbed their bags and headed for the door. They were in the hall when Michelle grunted and stuck her head back in the door.
"Techie, we'll be here at three to get you for dinner tomorrow. Please be wearing clothes," Michelle said, her voice full of laughter.
"No promises," he called back. Shaking her head, she closed the door and they headed down the hall.
"Moving out, Legates?" Jones asked as they approached him in the hall.
"Nope, Andrea gets here tonight for the next two weeks. I'm staying with Michelle," Legates said, continuing past him.
They exited the building, got in his truck and drove over to her dorms.
"That gate over there goes into a reserved for students parking area," Michelle pointed.
They stopped at the guardhouse at the gate. After getting a visitor's pass, they parked and grabbed their bags. Michelle dug around in her backpack as they walked up to the door. His eyebrow rose as she held her wallet up to the sign beside the door and the lock on the door clicked open. He'd always wondered why she did it but now he knew. It was a security measure for the students.
He followed her up to her room, eyeing the various people moving through the halls suspiciously. She chuckled as she stuck her key in the lock to her room. She pushed the door open and stepped in then held the door open so he could enter.
"Michelle, if you wanted to stay with Cam this month all you had to do was say something," Brittney called from the kitchen.
"Yeah, Michelle. What she said," Dwayne echoed. Michelle let out a sigh and headed to her room. Legates followed her into the room and set the bag on the bed.
"Well, should be fun to figure out how the hell we're going to sleep on a double. We can barely sleep on a queen without killing each other," Legates laughed. Michelle giggled and turned to head back to the kitchen.
"Brittney, I was with Josh. Didn't Cam tell you that?" Michelle questioned as she moved across the living room.
"Yeah, but I still think he's imaginary. I think you were hiding. I mean seriously a Greek God?" Brittney snorted and went back to cooking the hamburgers she had in the pan.
Michelle leaned against the door frame and Legates leaned behind her with his arm over her head. Dwayne was slicing tomatoes and pulling off large lettuce leaves.
"Yeah, Michel-" his voice drifted off as he caught sight of Legates.
"Uh, Hi I'm Dwayne," Dwayne said, swallowing then smiling nervously at Legates. Legates smiled and tried not to let the laughter seep into his voice as he spoke.
"Nice to meet you, Dwayne. I'm Josh," Legates rumbled, still wearing a smile. Brittney turned and her eyes bugged then her mouth fell open.
"Um, okay, yeah, Greek God would be a perfect description," Brittney said, swallowing.
"Heeeyyy," Dwayne whined at her.
"Uh, Brittney if you press on your hamburgers like that they end up dry," Legates said, pointing to the pan where Brittney was pressing on a hamburger with a spatula.
"Huh? What? Oh, crap," she said, quickly flipping the burger.
"Josh, we left the ice cream in the back of the truck," Michelle said, suddenly remembering that particular fact.
"Yeah, I'll get it," he said.
"Take my wallet," she called.
"Yep," he said, veering off to her bedroom.
When the door clicked closed the two in the kitchen looked at Michelle with their eyes wide. Michelle smirked and shrugged her shoulders.
"Does he really have a you know?" Brittney asked, waving the spatula in her hand around.
"A what?" Michelle asked, her face scrunched in confusion.
"My bologna has a first name," Brittney sang. Michelle burst into laughter and laughed until tears leaked from the corners of her eyes.
"He sent that text not me," Michelle said, still laughing. The door down the hallway opened and Michelle heard Legates arguing with someone.
"I did not," he said.
"You did too," Tanya's voice argued.
"Look, Tanya, I can't help it if Mike doesn't have the stones to stick around because you're girlfriend's Greek God was better looking," Legates said, his voice full of laughter. Tanya smacked his arm and peered down at the bag.
"Is that a bag full of Ben and Jerry's?" She asked, taking the bag from him.
"Yes and now that it's in your hands you can put it away," he said, smirking at her. Shrugging, Tanya carried the bag into the kitchen.
"Michelle, Professor Jood said that your paper was the most revolting thing that he'd ever seen or read. He appreciates that you did not gloss over anything. He also said your grammar was near perfect. So, he gave you an A," Tanya chirped as she walked by.
"I put the binder on your bed," Tanya said.
Michelle spun and walked swiftly to her room. Seeing the stack of papers and the binder on the bed, she picked them up and carried them to the coffee table. Dropping everything else, she flipped through the paper and groaned at her typo that lost her points. She sat down on the floor and started sorting through the papers.
"Oh and I hate you. I got a B. Missed an A by two points," Tanya said, sticking her tongue out at Michelle.
Legates walked over, stepped over Michelle and sat down behind her. He leaned over her shoulder and watched her sort things into piles.
"You can study that on Sunday night," he said, smirking and pointing to her anatomy study guide. She giggled and set it to the side.
"Do I want to know?" Tanya asked, trying to see what he'd pointed to.
"Nope," Michelle said, laughing.
"I'll have you know, I was done with my test first and got the highest score. A hundred and ten," Legates smirked. Michelle leaned her head against his knee and laughed.
"I got the extra credit too," he snickered. The other three stared at him with quizzical looks.
"I helped him study for Spanish," she laughed.
"Another language, Josh?" Tanya said, shaking her head.
"Yep, easier this way than the total immersion classes they give before a mission," he said, shrugging.
"Mission?" Dwayne asked, looking at Legates with interest.
"CIA or something?" Brittney asked, taking a bite of her cheeseburger.
"Army," he responded.
"That explains the haircut," Dwayne said.
Legates nodded and turned his attention back to what Michelle was doing. She stood up, almost hitting him in the head and putting her butt in his face. He made like he was going to bite her butt and she squealed. Jumping away, she headed to the bedroom for her backpack and binders.
After returning, she sat down then started sorting through her binders and placing them on top of the piles she had made. When her notes and study guides were in the binders, she set them to the side. Legates picked up her anatomy binder and started looking through it. He flipped through the lab section and his mouth quirked up on the sides. Looking at the date, he chuckled and began to read the paper that she had filled out.
"What are you reading so intently over there, Army boy?" Tanya asked, with a quirked eyebrow.
"A lab titled 'Observation of the Human Body'," he said, grinning. Michelle gasped and turned, reaching for the binder.
"Give me that," she ordered, grabbing for it.
"Oh, no. I don't even think so. Let's see, that would be Dr. Hodgins, oh and is that? Why you were observing Wendell? Oh my and here oh my. How many did you have to observe?" He asked, leaning down and around so he could see her face.
"Fifty," she muttered, her face turning a light shade of pink. He snickered and continued reading.
"This is so blackmail material," he said, laughing. Michelle dropped her head into her hands.
"Lack of options, Josh. I had to turn the lab in and my options were kind of limited weren't they?" She asked, sighing.
He snickered and continued examining the papers. When he came to his, he paused and started laughing at the comments and observations she had made.
"Oh God, you didn't. Dammit you did. Oh my, God," he sputtered, seeing himself listed not as a number or a letter.
Next to identification were the words Sweet Cheeks. Tanya had gotten up and moved behind him and was reading over his shoulder. She burst out laughing at the identifier.
"That is a very appropriate identifier," Tanya giggled out, "ooohh and how would she know about that particular piece of your anatomy?" She asked, pointing over his shoulder to the picture which had a color coded section on his upper inner thighs.
Michelle turned and saw Legates trying to figure out how to answer that question. Peering over the edge, she snickered and went back to her sorting.
"Well?" Tanya asked, laughing at her ability to make the big Army guy squirm.
"Uh, well, uh," Legates stuttered, wondering how to explain this one.
A/N: How does Legates explain this one? Find out tomorrow as well as...happy place, snow, bad girl, temptations, paybacks, swill, surrogate family, getting some tail, reservations, muffin, suspicion, hosing, thumps, shrieks, whipped, whipped, whipped, Coq au Vin, fondue foul, Green Goddess Sauce, Cookies and Cream Marshmallow Dream, fire and ganging up.
A/N2: hits post and RUNS