Nigel walked slowly back towards the house, trying not to cry. Colin had texted him before going to sleep, asking him if he was ok. Now he'd had time to think, he was starting to think maybe he had indeed over reacted. It was just…
Sighing, he kept walking. How in God's name could he face Michael now? The simple fact was, he couldn't. He wasn't ready to die just yet, and like Colin and Jodie had said, he'd deserve it if Michael had tried. Put simply, he'd gone from angry, to a coward!
He knew exactly why he felt this way, why he had reacted so angrily to what Michael had… Or at least, he believed he had done. Again, now he'd had time to think about it, he believed the other man. He'd been asleep, so hadn't heard what Danielle had said to him.
"Shit," he muttered, running a hand across his beard. After Adam, he wished he'd protected her more. As he'd said to people previously, there was so much more he could've done, and he didn't. He knew something about that prick hadn't been right, even before she'd moved in with him, but he'd done nothing to protect her. Ok he'd talked to her, hugged her, comforted her, even whistled for her and let her touch his ears, but that should have been automatic. The first thing he should've done, was get Danielle Hayward out of that house from hell, dominated by a devil who didn't give two shits if she lived, or died.
Had he been trying to take his anger out on Michael, because he hadn't done so on Adam until it was too late? If so, did he have a death wish? Yes, Michael had been cruel at times, but… He sighed again. Dr Loomis and Colin were right. This had been between them. She was far from a child, so what the hell was he doing getting so involved? It was just… Those two words, they made his blood boil when coming out of her mouth. Not at her of course, but the bastard who had made her say them countless times. What he'd said to Michael was true. He was certain Dawson had got a power trip from it. However, saying what he had about Michael enjoying said power? That was stupid, cruel, unfair and… dangerous!
Entering the house, he started to head towards the stairs, glancing at his watch. It was almost 6AM, and he was exhausted. He had to sleep, or he might just fall over.
"Nigel?"
The soft voice came from behind him. He started, turning to see Tim in front of him. "Are you, ok?"
He ran a hand through his beard again, only then realising his hand was shaking. He slumped against the hallway wall. "Fuck, I… I don't know! How could I have been so… So, fucking cruel, and stupid! Antagonising none other than Michael Myers? Death wish granted Manning! Jesus Christ!"
"Come on," the other man said, taking his arm and pulling him into the kitchen. "I'll make you a coffee."
He tried to smile, but knew it wasn't convincing. "Thanks," he said instead. Handing him his coffee, Tim sat down opposite him.
"Did Jodie or someone tell you what happened?"
Tim nodded. "I'm surprised I didn't hear it, by all accounts. I was out cold. Apparently, you didn't exactly keep your voice down. Um, "Spikey Mikey? Come on then motherfucker? Damn, I'm starting to wonder if you do have a death wish!"
"Me too. But I can't face Michael now, you know why, he'd fucking kill me, I'm certain!"
"Are you? I'm not. You're Danielle's as good as Grandfather Nige, no way! He doesn't want to lose her and harming you would achieve exactly that. I understand your fear… Jesus yes, he's Michael Myers! But I also know you're completely safe."
"Doesn't mean he might not smash my head into something though! We all know he's more than capable of it."
"No way, I know for a fact Michael cares for you. Look what happened hours ago if you don't believe me. He had you by the damn throat, yet you could still breathe all the time. What does that tell you?"
"I think his gaze, that empty, murderous, furious gaze has… done something to me, but I don't know what. Dr Loomis and Oliver have offered me treatment at Smith's Grove free of charge. I think I'm taking it."
"Nothing wrong with that, I think I would too!"
"The only problem? Michael will also be there, and we're bound to come into contact at some point, no matter what I do to try and avoid him."
"You want my advice? Don't. Don't avoid him, talk it out, fix it. But I'm telling you Nige, you're completely safe. Trust me."
"I wish I could believe you, but I can't! That look, his eyes… Then what do I do? I go and antagonise him and see that gaze all over again!"
"Could that possibly have been your intention? To antagonise him so you would see his gaze of murder again and thus, be able to deal with it a little better?"
"I'm going to tell Dr Loomis his replacement is ready when he wants to retire," he grinned a little. "That sounds like exactly the type of thing he would say!"
Tim chuckled. "Well, am I right?"
"Possibly, but… shit, Tim! I didn't protect her from Adam well enough. There was so much more I could've done, and I didn't! Why? What the holy fuck was wrong with me? Was I as blind as Danielle? How did I not… See it? Do something? I knew he was a first-class prick before she even moved in with him. So…"
"As our friend Michael himself has said, you can't think about what if. If you do, you'll drive yourself crazy! It's done, and as much as we might want to, we can't change it. No one can change the past, sadly. I suggest you talk to Dr Loomis about this, when you get back to Smith's Grove."
He put his hands over his face, and it was only then he realised he was crying. Standing, Tim pulled him into a hug, stroking his back.
"Come on, I suggest you talk to Michael today, if I'm honest. It's clear this is breaking your heart, and all you need to do, is apologise! He didn't have his mask on the second time, right?"
"Only because Dr Loomis had it, I think. After you gave it back to him earlier."
"Come on!" Tim shook him gently. "We all know Michael could've got his mask if he really wanted to! You know that guy has… superhuman abilities, as well as strength. Are you seriously telling me you don't think he could've got it if he'd really wanted?"
"No, perhaps not."
"There you are then, what does that tell you? He cares for you, I'm telling you! You've told us yourself as much! He'd never hurt you, not really."
"I think he was close a few hours ago."
"Yes, but you walked away, let him calm down. But if it really came to it, I don't think he would've. Not really. Do you?"
"I don't know. I would've deserved it though; I was being a total and complete dick!"
"Maybe. If that's the case, apologise to him, soon! He'll forgive you, I'm sure of it!"
"You've got a damn lot more confidence than I have."
"You said he comforted you one time, not to mention showed he cares in other ways. I'm telling you, it'll be fine, just do it!"
A short while later, he headed up to his room, still close to tears. He knew Tim was right, but doing so, was a different matter entirely. It would have been hard enough if it were a… Normal man. But this was Michael Myers! The… Michael Myers! That made things a lot more difficult. He had always hated confrontation of any kind, and yet he'd instigated it, he'd been the aggressor. Sighing, he got into bed, and tried to close his eyes, but sleep refused to come.
…
Morning, please can someone give me a hand downstairs? C.
Pulling on his shirt, Colin slipped his phone into his pants pocket. It was just after 9AM, and he was feeling a lot better following a deep sleep. The Morphine certainly had a lot to do with that, those pills did not mess around!
He thought of the follow up physio he was due soon, plus a checkup at the hospital. He sighed. Neither of which he was looking forward to, but knew they had to happen. Dave had insisted he was paying all medical bills, not letting Colin argue. But how much would it cost? He dreaded to think.
A few minutes later, there was a knock on his door. "Come in?" He called.
The door opened, and Dr Loomis and Oliver entered. Colin smiled at them. These two men who were still almost strangers, yet he deeply cared for.
"Good morning," Oliver smiled at him. "Are you ready?"
"Thanks boys," Colin smiled at them. "Can I use the bathroom first please?"
"Certainly. Dr Loomis took his left arm, Oliver his right. The two men supported him inside and stayed with him, just as Michael had done, giving him the physical support he needed.
"Dr Loomis," he said as they walked carefully down the stairs, one man on each side of him. "I know you're a psychiatrist, not a medical doctor, but can you please check my wound for me?"
"I was already going to," Dr Loomis squeezed his arm, helping him into a chair in the living room, before getting the first aid kit, taking off Colin's bandages and studying the stiches. Colin was more touched than he could tell him, when Oliver stepped close too.
"It looks ok, it's not bleeding, and the stiches are still in place just fine. How does it feel?"
"It hurts," he admitted. "I can't lie."
"It's time for your Morphine, isn't it?" Oliver asked him. Colin nodded, and Oliver went to get it.
"Dr Merrick says I'll have a scar," Colin said quietly to Dr Loomis. "I just hope I don't have the problem of a shirt collar rubbing against it or something."
"You might just have to be careful what shirts you wear, that's all. No big deal, I promise."
Colin sighed. "Fucking hell Doc, I… It was terrifying. I didn't even hear them approach. Or rather, I did, but I thought it was Joanne walking behind me. The only time I knew it wasn't, was when that fucking knife went into my neck! By then of course, it was too late!"
"I'm sorry Colin," the Psychiatrist murmured, starting to put on fresh bandages. "I would have been frightened too."
"What…" Colin's voice was just above a whisper. "What happened?" His heart swelled with gratitude again, when Oliver entered, handed him his Morphine and a glass of water, then slipped out again, closing the door behind him.
"What do you mean?" His hand rested on Colin's shoulder.
"I mean… Was I going crazy? The last thing I remember, was just before I passed out, and… Did I really see who I thought I did?"
"And who was that?"
"I must have been going crazy! I could've sworn I saw Laurie Strode! Next thing I remember is waking up in ICU, surrounded by the most amazing, lovely and kind nurses I've ever met!"
"That's because you did. No, you weren't hallucinating, weren't going crazy, it was Laurie. It was her quick thinking and fast acting first aid which saved your life. She then went with and stayed with you at the hospital, as did Joanne."
"No way?" Colin asked in shock, close to tears again. Laurie Strode had saved his life? How damn ironic! Clearly detecting what he was thinking, the doctor squeezed his shoulder gently. "I know," he murmured.
"Where is Joanne? I would like to speak with her too, if I can."
"Of course you can. Do you have anything else you want to talk about first?"
"Thank you," Colin reached for the Psychiatrist's hand, who took his. "I really appreciate that."
"You're welcome, I'm all as Danielle said, "Nice," ears!"
At this, Colin laughed. "Oh, bloody hell! Nice, small, cute, normal, sexy as all hell…" he grinned affectionately. "Damn I love that girl!"
Dr Loomis laughed with him. "Indeed."
"I don't think so, thank you. I just… I haven't told the others just how scared I was, I can't. Like Danielle, I knew who was responsible for this, I didn't know Judge Leason was writing an order, but I didn't have to! The attack on Danielle failed, so that motherfucker Dawson decided to target her family next. I was just the unfortunate unlucky one who happened to be walking right then!"
"I am so sorry Colin. I mean that."
"Why the fuck are you sorry, Doc? It wasn't your fault!"
"I know, but that doesn't change it. You didn't deserve that, neither did Danielle."
"Thanks. When I speak to Joanne, is there any chance you could come with us?"
"Most certainly. Do you want me to get her?"
"Yes please, thank you."
"You're welcome, we will be right back." He left, returning just a couple of minutes later, Joanne at his side.
"Good morning, Colin!" She hugged him gently. "How are you this morning?"
"My neck hurts," he admitted. "But otherwise, I'm ok. Your kind CEO has just given me my Morphine."
"Good. I hear you want to talk?"
"Please, if I may?"
"Don't be silly, of course you can. What? Did you think I'd say, "No sorry Colin, you can't talk to me. I'm too busy! How dare you even ask!"
Colin smirked. "Maybe."
"Idiot," Joanne slapped his arm, making them both laugh.
"Can we go outside?" He asked. "It looks sunny out there."
"It is. Certainly, we can."
Helping him to his feet, she and Dr Loomis began to carefully assist him into his wheelchair. "Damn it!" He said in frustration. "When in God's name will I be able to walk again?"
"Don't push it," Dr Loomis warned him softly. "I know it's frustrating, but your body has just had a major shock, you had to have a huge operation, be kind to yourself."
"Quite right," Oliver's voice said, as he appeared in the living room, hurrying over to unfold the wheelchair. Damn, Colin loved these people!
"Thank you," he said sincerely, blinking back tears, as the two men helped him into it, Joanne holding it still. "I love you all, you know." The three smiled at him.
"Right then," Joanne grinned at him. "Off for our lovely little… Um, morning stroll?" Colin grinned back.
They left the house, Dr Loomis and Joanne walking beside him, the doctor pushing his wheelchair. They stopped a little way from the house, Dr Loomis parking him in a shaded spot, where he could still feel the sun on his face, but he wasn't directly in its rays. Colin sighed, sitting back and leaning his head on the headrest. "Thanks."
"So," Joanne smiled at him, as Dr Loomis stood at his other side. "How can we help you?"
"First off Joanne, I wanted to make sure you don't feel any stupid guilt for what happened to me! You were there, you protected me. I know you were in that ambulance with me, Dad told me at the hospital. But I do have to ask, what… What happened? Just before I passed out, I could swear I heard a gunshot. Did I?"
Joanne sighed, resting her hand on his shoulder. "Yes Colin, you did. I shot your attacker."
"See? You did protect me! Thank you so much Joanne! How are they?"
"He's dead," Joanne said heavily. "I hit him with a fatal gunshot."
"You're going to say sorry now, aren't you?" He looked at her sternly. "Don't! He would've more than happily seen me die! You don't stab someone in the neck unless you want to kill them, even I know that! That wound would've been fatal if not for… I can hardly believe I'm saying this! If not for Laurie Strode!"
"This is true," Joanne conceded. "She saved your life, no two ways about it."
"I want to thank her when I can, I owe her my life! Do either of you know who my attacker was?"
"No, he was male, tall, wearing a hoodie and mask, just like Danielle's attackers were."
"Fucking cowards!" Colin fumed. "Fine when controlling and bullying women mainly, but when it comes to facing men, they just can't do it! Pieces of shit!"
"The ambulance rushed him to the hospital," Joanne continued. "Another one was called for him. I have spoken to the police, but I will not face charges, as I was wearing my badge, legally held a firearm and was protecting you."
"Fucking good!" Colin said fervently, reaching out for the guard's hand. Joanne took his and he squeezed it tightly. "I can't thank you enough!" Gently pulling her down to his level, Colin hugged Joanne tightly. "I think I love you, Joanne Turner! Thank you for protecting me like that!"
"Oh sweetheart," Joanne hugged him back.
"No," Colin warned. "Don't you dare say, "It's just my job!" You know damn well you weren't required to protect me, not by law. It was Danielle you were there for, not me! But you did it anyway, out of the goodness of your heart! You can give me some BS about how the protection extends to all of us, but I don't buy that whatsoever! Got that?"
Joanne grinned at him. "Understood boss!"
"I'm serious," Colin said, still hugging her close. "Thank you so much!"
"You're welcome. But I say again, it was Laurie who saved your life. I was concentrating on your assailant."
"Then you both did your parts. Are you alright? Regardless of who it was, it can't have been fun to have to take someone's life."
"You're a sweetheart," Joanne blinked back tears, and Colin hugged her tightly again. "I'm ok, thank you Colin. No, it wasn't fun, but if I hadn't acted, he might have turned the knife on me next."
"That's what I thought too."
"I'm surprised they didn't target you first if I'm honest. They could surely see you were a guard; you were in full uniform after all, just like you are now. Yet they went for me first. Why?"
"Because you're a tall, strapping, and handsome young man, who they know full well they'd have a fight on their hands with if they'd attacked me first," Joanne said, and Colin blushed.
"Why thank you, Miss Turner!" She hugged him again, and he softly kissed her cheek. "You're very kind, but what on earth would Rick say?" Dr Loomis and Joanne chuckled.
"Shut up!" Joanne muttered, which only made them laugh again.
…
The next day, Michael, Oliver and Dr Loomis once again prepared to leave to return to Smith's Grove. Though she tried, it never got easier, as Danielle hugged her husband tightly.
"I will see you very soon," he whispered in her ear, kissing her repeatedly. "I promise you. This is not forever, Danielle."
"Please don't say that" she sobbed, squeezing him tightly. "Every time you leave, my heart breaks!"
"Oh sweetie," Jodie soothed. "We'll keep an eye on you, we'll help you fix it!"
"Right," Colin and Tim said together.
"We'll take you out tonight, how's that?" Jodie asked her. "Drinks, food, maybe some dancing?" This did make Danielle smile slightly.
"You're such a revel, Craig!"
Jodie snickered. "We'll take that as a, yes?"
Have a great time, my sweet Danielle, go on, enjoy yourself. I promise you; I will see you very, very soon. If you need or want me however, you know where I am.
"I always need and want you darling," she said, desperately trying not to cry.
"Shh," he murmured.
"I told you," Oliver said gently to her. "Just call, and you'll be authorised in immediately, Mrs. Myers!
"See?" Now it was Jodie who hugged her tightly. "I will provide the transport. No arguments!"
"Thank you," she hugged Oliver, then Dr Loomis.
…
"Can you guys please tell me something?" She asked Jodie, Tim and Colin, as the men left getting into a Smith's Grove car. "Where on earth has Nigel gone? I haven't seen him since day before yesterday."
Jodie sighed, but knew she had to tell Danielle the truth. "He's… He's gone back to Smith's Grove with them."
Danielle's mouth dropped. "What? Why?"
"Dr Loomis and Oliver offered him treatment," Colin hugged her close. "He's suffering a little, after seeing Michael's… Murderous gaze."
"I don't blame him!" Jodie shivered. "It's fucking terrifying and when it's directed towards you… Jesus!"
"Poor, poor Nige," Danielle said, blinking back tears. "I'll call him in a minute." "I'm almost glad I'm blind, as I've never seen it, and never will!"
…
Nigel almost felt Michael's cold gaze on him, saw his eyebrows rise, as he boarded the aircraft with them, leaving his car at the airport. He sincerely hoped someone would tell Danielle what was going on, albeit he planned to call her as soon as he was able. Walking to the very back, he sat as far away from Michael as possible. Fuck, he feared him now, there was no denying it! He genuinely appreciated what Dr Loomis and Oliver had done for him.
As a result of his seat, he didn't see Michael turn to his doctor, once they were air born.
What on earth is Nigel doing on this aircraft?
"It's a long story, and I don't think I'm the one who should tell it, he is. If you remember, he did tell you in the kitchen a couple of days ago. You're still angry at him, aren't you?"
I am. Not to mention he hasn't even tried to approach me to apologise. He pushed me too far. Are you expecting me to just forgive him?
"No. But maybe that will tell you why he is on board with us right now." Michael's eyebrows shot up again.
Excuse me?
Dr Loomis hesitated, looking away from his patient's cold gaze, before looking back slowly. "Michael, the… The way you're looking at me, it doesn't help. If that is anger at him, I don't deserve to be seeing it. Think about it, then perhaps you'll understand exactly why he is here." Michael sighed, looking at his doctor, and Dr Loomis heard him take a deep breath. I am sorry. No, it is not at you, it is at him. Plus, I hate leaving Danielle like this all the time! I know it breaks her heart, and I hate it!
"Hey, like you yourself said, it won't be forever, right?"
That's up to you, isn't it?
"How is it up to me? It's up to you. You are the only one who can work on your anger, I can help you, but I can't change it for you. Maybe then, someday soon, you'll be able to be released." Michael scoffed. "What? You don't believe me? Well, try. Huh? Just try, and you never know what might happen in the future."
Damn you! Why do you always have to be so cryptic?
"Sorry, I don't mean to. Listen. You have come so far from the Michael Myers I once knew, release is not out of the question someday, if things continue as they are without any further… Slips."
…
When they landed, Nigel stood up, and was first out of the aircraft doors, feeling his legs shaking. The further he could get from Michael Myers, the better as far as he was concerned. His heart ached, he was desperate to apologise to the other man, his granddaughter's husband, but he couldn't! It wasn't due to anger though, he was scared. Pure and simple. Following the group over to a Smith's Grove car, he sat in front of Michael, as they pulled out of the airport. At that exact moment, his phone rang. He pulled it out, glancing at the ID. His heart sank. Danielle. How on earth could he explain this, in front of Michael? Slowly, he answered.
"Hello sweetheart! Are you, ok?" Without thinking, he put the call on speaker.
"Hi Grandad, I'm fine, but are you? What's going on? Jodie said you've gone back to Smith's Grove with them?"
"Yes babe," he said heavily. "I have. But can… Can I explain later please? I can't really talk right now."
"Um, sure?" She sounded uncertain, and his heart cracked.
"Oh sweetheart, it's only because we've just left the airport and we're on our way back. I don't want to discuss it here."
"Sure, fair enough," she said immediately. "Jodie gave me the basic picture, but call me when you're settled, ok?"
His heart ached with so much love for her at that moment, he couldn't speak. He tried once, twice, but nothing came out. He felt Dr Loomis squeeze his shoulder. Had it shown on his face? As soon as she'd known he couldn't talk, she was being her kind, wonderful, selfless self. "Of course I will darling. You take care, ok? I'll see you soon, I promise."
"I love you."
"I love you too darling, we will speak very soon." He hung up, sighing sadly, as he slumped back in his seat. "Fuck," he exhaled softly, close to tears.
"It's alright," Dr Loomis said quietly.
He couldn't help himself then, he looked over at Michael, and for the first time in three days, their eyes met. He took a deep breath, opened his mouth once, then a second time, before he closed it again. Was it his imagination, or was there concern in Michael's gaze?
Once they arrived, Dr Loomis showed him to one of the staff suites, informing him it was his home for as long as he was being treated there. Nigel gaped at him.
"What were you expecting? Me to tell you that you were going to be locked in a cell?"
"Well, yes!"
Dr Loomis laughed out loud. "No. What? Had nightmares about hearing screams, did you? You are not insane, you are struggling. Big, big difference. I know all too well that you present no danger to anyone here, you just need genuine help."
"Thanks. Fuck! I know I'll have to face Michael at some point, but I'm… I'm scared! I can tell myself I saw concern in his eyes in the car, but that was just me hoping, I know it!"
"How do you know it?"
"Oh, come on, he was furious with me! I saw how he looked at me when we boarded the aircraft, give me a break! Angry Michael equals, danger!"
"Not to you, he cares deeply for you. He didn't hurt you when he could have twice, did he?"
"No," he had to admit, because it was true. "But the second time was only because Colin stepped in. I was a total jerk, I just…"
"I will take you into a session later this evening, we can talk all you want then. There is no time limit on them."
"Behind security glass, right?"
"You have watched too many Psychiatric hospital movies! No security glass, no cell for you, you are staying here, and we can talk in my office if you'd prefer. Relax! I offered you this help, you took it. You're not a prisoner here."
"Sorry Doc, yeah, maybe I have seen too many movies about these places."
"Well, there you are then. I also think your worries would be alleviated if you spoke to Michael, sorted this between you once and for all."
"I don't have a damn death wish!"
It's all very well for him to be so confident, Nigel thought, as Dr Loomis closed his suite's door a few minutes later. He's not the one in this situation, who Michael Myers himself is angry at. If he was, I guarantee his response would be so, so different!
…
"I FORGOT THIS BAR EVEN EXISTED!" Danielle shouted to Jodie, Tim and Colin, over the loud dance music. "DAMN, I'VE MISSED IT!" She didn't have to say it, because all four of them knew Adam had forbidden her from going to this very location, her favourite bar, alone, as he didn't want her, talking to other men, without him by her side, as if they were a loving couple! It made her feel sick just thinking about it. Just another of his many control tactics of course.
Jodie grinned, guiding her to a table, as Colin returned with their drinks. Jodie had agreed to be their designated driver, so she wasn't drinking, despite her misgivings, Jodie had been right. This was a good idea.
…
Nigel had called her a little earlier just as he'd said he would, telling her exactly why he was in Smith's Grove. How Dr Loomis and Oliver had authorised it, and it was due to him seeing Michael's cold, murderous gaze.
"I don't blame you! That must've been scary as shit!"
"It wasn't exactly fun, this is true."
"Have you spoken to Michael yet?"
"Don't you start!"
"Huh? Why?"
"Dr Loomis keeps saying I should do the same, but you nor he saw him when we got aboard the aircraft. If a gaze could turn you to stone, his would!"
"Is he still angry at you?"
"It would appear so, yep."
"Damn. Michael can be stubborn sometimes, but you already know that. Go to him, I bet you'll be surprised."
"No thank you! I don't have a death wish!"
"He wouldn't kill you. Never, ever! I'd bet my life on that!"
"Well sweetheart, it's a good thing you're not then. Because I am not so sure. Nor can I blame him, now I've had time to think about it. I should not have spoken to him the way I did."
"What exactly did you say?"
"Let's just say I was… Less than impressed when you said those two words to him, and I perceived he'd ignored you. Apparently, he'd fallen asleep. Now I've had time to think, I believe him, and I feel bad for how I acted. I was the one in the wrong, not Michael."
"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."
"Did they tell you what happened between us the first time?"
"When he grabbed your throat, albeit gently? Yes, Michael told me."
"After you said what you did to him, which I believed he'd ignored, I was furious! I said things I most certainly should not have done, let alone to Michael Myers! Jodie or Colin, I can't remember which, even said to me, "Do you want to die?" She whistled softly. "I called him Spikey Mikey, I said come on then motherfucker, you going to kill me this time, huh?"
"Jesus!"
"Yeah, I know, I know! Stupid right? I just… Wanted to protect you. I didn't do so against Adam, whatever you might say, and it was killing me! NO damn way was I going to let you get hurt again, especially not by a male partner, and I… I snapped."
"I really appreciate your want to protect me, truly, I do! But Michael and I are married now, we're really, close. Every couple argue, you should know that. As much as I appreciate you, you can't step in every time Michael and I do, can you?"
"I thought that exact thing, and damn I know you're right, I just…"
"I know, I know. Listen, I really think you should speak to Michael, I'm serious. You can't go on like this, can you?"
He knew she was right, but facing Michael, was something he was not ready to do. He didn't want to die just yet, thank you very much.
She'd called her husband after hanging up but hadn't broached that subject. That was between the two men, let them sort it.
…
"That's better," Danielle grinned an hour later, as they entered the quiet of a restaurant for dinner. "I can actually hear myself think now!"
The other three laughed, as the waitress came over to take their orders for the first course.
…
"Come in." They were in a therapy room at Nigel's request, and he couldn't lie, it was partly because he wanted to see the inside of one, whether they were as shown in the movies. He was almost certain the doctor knew this, because he'd chuckled when he'd asked him for this.
Now, sitting on the patient's side, the glass window of course open, he picked up a piece of paper from the huge pile and a pencil, starting to write. As he did so, he thought he might start taking a leaf out of Michael's book. Sometimes, it was so, so much easier to write feelings than say them out loud. When he was done, he handed Dr Loomis the piece of paper.
I hate myself, Dr Loomis. I didn't protect her from Adam the way I should, could have, there was so much I could, should have done, if I'd only been more… Fuck I don't know! Attentive? Caring? I don't know what the word is. I knew he was a first class prick even before she moved in with him, and I remember the dread and anger I felt when she did. A totally blind woman, living with a man like that? Straight away I saw red flags, I knew she was in trouble, I just didn't know how much trouble! That was, until it was too late! But I still had chances, time. When she started talking to me while that motherfucker was at work, I should, could have acted then! Why didn't I? I don't know, and the guilt is killing me! So, when Michael… said what he did, my protective instincts went crazy, against the wrong man. I just… I thought of all the things I did not do when she needed them, and there was no way I was going to fail her twice! But I should not have said… What I said, did what I did! Michael would've been within his damn rights to hurt me, maybe even kill me! How he didn't, I'll never, ever understand.
"It's because he cares for you," Dr Loomis said when he'd finished reading. "That's why. You love her dearly, and Michael knows that. While I admit he did show remarkable restraint in not retaliating in some way, he would never, ever have killed you, never! On that, I need you to trust and believe me."
"Maybe. I can't lie, by the end, I was absolutely fucking terrified! That… That gaze, knowing it was entirely and deservedly directed at me! My brain was shouting at me to just go, walk the fuck away and was I insane? But I couldn't! I was so desperate to protect her, so scared she'd be hurt again, I couldn't think, I just stood there, I might as well have had kill me on my forehead!"
"Yet Michael didn't touch you, could have but didn't. While he might have been angry, doesn't that tell you something?"
"He still is, even I saw that when we boarded the aircraft. That said, when we were in the car and Danielle called me, I was almost certain I saw something in his eyes, but I could just as easily have imagined it. It looked like, concern?"
"I don't think you did imagine it, no. I saw the same thing, you see. Michael asked me on the aircraft what was wrong, albeit in his blunt, Michael way."
"Yep, know that all too well. You know he gave me three damn warnings out there, right? Told me to just shut up and we could walk back, but if I didn't… He didn't clarify what, but I sneered and said, "Don't what? You going to kill me now?" Jesus Christ! Talk about trying to commit suicide!"
"Yes, I do have to say that was a little… reckless, yet he still didn't move to attack you in any way. I stand by what I said before, you should talk to him. Alone, face to face, tell him the truth, tell him what you've just told me."
"I'm scared to. I am genuinely scared."
"Do you know how much that would hurt Michael if he heard you saying that? Even after everything, he'd be crushed. I know that."
"Maybe, but it's the truth."
"I know, but so is this. It would hurt him."
"What the hell do I do?"
"I'm sure you want me to say maybe give it a couple of days or something, but I can't. Because you know damn well, I think you should talk to Michael, the sooner, the better."
"It's not just that, it's… fuck! His gaze. I can't stop wondering if I deliberately pushed him, antagonised him, so I would see that gaze again and… I don't know, deal with it. Face it? Feel better about it? Tim said that exact thing, and I told him I'd let him know when you were ready to retire, as that sounds exactly what you would say! Just the fucking opposite! It scared the shit out of me! God, I'm such a stupid idiot! How the fuck am I still alive?"
"You need to talk to him," Dr Loomis repeated patiently. "That is the only way you will resolve this, your own fears and his anger."
"You're probably right, fuck! I hate confrontation, but I caused this one, and now I'm scared to face the consequences."
"There won't be any, "Consequences." I promise you this. Listen. It's totally irrelevant to even say this, but I will if it soothes your fears. If Michael did anything to you, he'd be locked in solitary for a very, very long time, and might even face the death penalty! Do you really, honestly think he'd compromise his marriage to Danielle, freedom and even his life? I don't think so! But I'm telling you, it won't happen. In his own way, he loves you."
…
Nigel hardly slept that night. Everything the doctor had said to him was swirling around his head, like a record stuck on repeat. As much as he hated to admit it, he knew Dr Loomis and Danielle were right. He had to face Michael, he had to. He just didn't know how. Despite their assurances he'd survive the encounter, he was still very nervous and on edge about doing so. That said though, he knew deep down he had to, it was the only way he'd ever move forward. He couldn't have this tension with Danielle's husband forever, after all. Even he knew that much.
"Fuck," he breathed into his pillow, trying not to cry. "Shit, I'm so sorry, I just wish I wasn't so fucking scared of you, and I could pluck up the damn courage to say that to your face! I'm such a God damn coward! Shit, I'm sorry, I love you!" It came as a surprise to him the next morning, when he discovered his pillow wet with tears. He'd cried in his sleep.
…
He followed the guards out into the exercise yard, as Rick and Jack approached him.
"Nigel!" Rick hugged him. "How are you?" If they'd been told them anything, the two guards were too professional to say as much.
"I…" I'm not sure gents, truth be told."
"Here if you want to talk," Rick and Jack said together, and Nigel smiled at them, feeling a rush of affection. "Thanks."
He watched as the other patients were escorted out, feeling like he was in a movie. So, this was what a Psychiatric hospital was really like. The movies really had it wrong! Not that he should be surprised by this.
A few seconds later, there he was, Michael. He was led out by Jack, wearing no chains whatsoever, stepping over his yellow warning line. He drew in a breath. He'd seen that line in documentaries about Myers, now he was standing feet away from it, Myers considered him a friend and was married to his granddaughter! He still didn't quite believe it sometimes.
"You're allowed to step over it if you want," Rick said.
He laughed shakily. "Did you just read my mind?"
Rick chuckled. "No, I saw it on your face."
He longed to do just that, face the man he cared deeply for, but still, he couldn't. He sat on one of the benches a few feet away, watching the activity around him. Danielle had told him once how the screams, cries and unintelligible words made her nervous when she'd first arrived, now, he understood why.
"You alright?" Rick touched his arm.
"Yeah, just… Whew!" He whistled quietly. "I can see why Danielle was nervous when she first got here."
"They won't hurt you," Rick murmured. "See up there?" He gestured at the towers in all four corners of the yard. "The guards in those are armed, if anything were to happen, they'd shoot."
"All good in theory," he muttered. "The movies make that shit look so easy!"
Rick laughed out loud. "No shit, but it's a lot harder in the real world!" He squeezed his shoulder, then walked away to help a patient.
He only became aware another patient had approached him, when he looked over his shoulder. The young man had approached him silently, staring right at, yet seeming to look right through him. He felt a rush of sympathy. Damn, poor man! His gaze wasn't terrifying like Michael's when he was angry, it just made him very sad for this stranger. The young man's face was covered in scars, and he didn't have to see them to be certain the rest of his body was too. He looked as if he'd lived through horrors no one his age should have had to. It was clear to him that the guy wasn't seeing him at all. What terrible world was this guy stuck in? What was his daily reality, which had driven him insane? He dreaded to think, but he felt terrible for a man he didn't even know.
Looking up, he saw it then. Michael's eyes were fixed on him and the other man, watching intently. Again, he could tell himself he was imagining it, but was that protection in his watchful gaze? He made no move to approach, just watched closely.
Again, taking his knowledge from the movies, which he suspected had at least this right, he knew that talking to an insane person was pointless, as he'd get no answer, and he wasn't even sure the poor guy would hear him. Taking a breath, he looked straight into that haunted, distant gaze, not breaking eye contact. To his surprise, the young man met and held his gaze, not looking away. He didn't see doctors Loomis and Stark smile at each other, watching this exchange, as was Michael.
Despite what he'd just thought, he spoke softly. "Hello pal, I'm Nigel. I'm not going to hurt you."
Just as he'd suspected, there was no response, but neither did the other man look away. Was he assessing if he was indeed a threat? He doubted it. He thought the guy was looking for some kind of comfort from him. Poor man!
Finally, and with no response of any kind, the young man simply walked away. Rick and Jack smiled at him.
"Nice one," Jack murmured. "At least you spoke to him, he doesn't get that often."
"Poor guy," he said sincerely. "God only knows what he's been through. Must have been horrific to have a gaze like that." He sighed sadly.
That was when another patient approached him, this one tall, not to be messed with. He looked as strong as Michael. He didn't think anything of it, until he saw this man's gaze. Unlike the guy he'd just seen, this man's gaze looked anything but friendly. He looked as if he wanted to rip him apart, shackles or not. He remained sitting still, determined not to show panic. Again, from the movies, he was sure if he did, it would only make the situation worse. This wasn't a horror movie in which the lone survivor ran from the slasher, screaming, only to be brutally murdered seconds later, this, was real life. When Rick and Jack ran over however, he knew he could be in trouble.
It was only when he looked up properly at the man in front of him, that his blood ran cold, and he had to put a hand over his mouth to stop a gasp, or maybe scream of horror. Because this, was Thomas Cox. He had of course seen him on the news, hell the whole of America had, if not the world. He was rumoured to be just as dangerous as Michael… Had been. He didn't think much of his chances in a fight with Cox, that was for sure.
The infamous serial killer eyed him, an evil smirk forming on his lips. Unable to stop himself, he did stand now. He had to move, he didn't want to be in Thomas Cox's sights, guards, shackles or not!
Cox laughed softly, and his blood, for the very first time in his life, turned to stone. If a laugh could freeze someone, his was it. MOVE! He shouted at himself. MOVE MANNING, OTHERWISE YOU COULD GET SERIOUSLY HURT BEFORE THESE GUYS CAN DO A DAMN THING! MOVE!
But he was frozen, unable to move, just stare back at Cox, who looked right back at him, his eyes now a similar mocking glare to Michael's three days ago. Now however, he realised Michael's glare had not been with true evil intent. He could say that with absolute certainty, now Thomas Cox was glaring at him. This glare wanted his blood, just as Michael's would have once before. Before Danielle, that was.
He took a breath, willing himself to move again. Still, nothing. Cox stepped closer to him, and now he did begin to panic. Rick and Jack grabbed the killer's shackles, but Cox refused to move.
"Newbie, huh?" The serial killer drawled, looking him right in the eyes. "Hmmm. You don't look insane to me; you just look like easy pray! Watch your step, boy!"
Finally, he was able to step backwards, desperately trying to look away from Cox's gaze. He only realised at that moment his legs were shaking. There was every chance he'd fall over before walking anywhere.
Cox smirked, and he felt a rush of hatred. The son of a bitch had seen that very thing too, and was thriving off it, enjoying his fear. Should he tell someone Cox had just threatened him? No, Rick and Jack had heard it. Why the fuck had Cox not just been executed? To echo his own words, he didn't look insane to Nigel either, he just looked pure evil. Again, he thought. Just as Michael once had. He smiled humourlessly. It wasn't like Thomas Cox would ever let a woman find his heart, hell he didn't have one! Not to mention they'd be dead before they could try! Then again, everyone had thought the same thing about Michael, and…
It was at this point his legs came unstuck, and before he could think, he was running as fast as he could, and it was as if his brain knew where he was going before his body did. Not even pausing to think, he ran over Michael's yellow warning line, almost colliding with his concrete block. He leant against it, gasping for breath, shaking uncontrollably. He'd encountered Thomas Cox himself and survived! How many people in the world could say that? Single figures, probably!
It was then he felt the hand rest on his shoulder. He turned, still shaking badly, looking straight into Michael Myers' eyes. Unlike the last time he'd seen them though, he could clearly see the concern and was that affection? Within them. He wasn't imagining it. He kept trying to regain both his breath and balance, as Michael pushed him gently onto the bench beside his line, which he hadn't seen.
"Fuck," he whispered, still shaking. "Thomas Cox! Jesus H Christ! How am I still alive?" As he said this, he realised who he'd just said it to, and blushed, opening his mouth again. Michael stopped him though, by sitting at his side and laying a hand on his still shaking arm. "Jesus, holy, fucking, shit! He's almost as terrifying as you, Michael! Listen, I would've deserved it if you'd done something to me, no shit! I was cruel, unfair and unreasonable." Michael sighed, still holding his arm, pulling out his notepad with his other hand.
Hey. You're shaking. Just breathe. I'm here. It's alright, he won't approach me.
"No surprise there! Too scared I expect. On that, I don't blame him!"
Shh. Just breathe and calm yourself for a minute. I'm right here.
He stared at this message, then before he could stop them, tears sprang to his eyes. "I'm so sorry… I… Fuck! I just…"
Shh, shh. Not here. Dr Loomis told me when you did wish to talk, we can do so in your suite. Shh, just take a minute to calm yourself. It's alright, I'm right here, you're completely safe.
He couldn't stop himself then, reaching out to grasp Michael's arm. He could hardly believe it when the killer took his hand. His was ice cold and still shaking. Nor, when Michael squeezed it tightly but gently in his.
"How the fuck is he not going to the chair? Jesus! If anyone deserves to follow Chancer, that fucker does! He's… Terrifying, pure evil and a true Psychopath!"
"Shh. It's alright, I'm right here, nothing will happen to you. Just breathe."
His mouth dropped open. Michael Myers had just spoken to him, audibly comforted him. Jack came over, handing him a hot coffee, then the same to Michael. "Drink that," he said. "Dr Loomis' orders."
"It's not drugged, is it?" He managed a small grin at his friend.
The guard laughed. "No, not this time. Seriously pal, you, ok?"
"I don't know, holy shit! Cox looked at me as if he was about to tear me apart, chains be damned! Fuck! And I thought…" He stopped himself quickly, not daring to say it. He couldn't tell Michael like that.
And I only thought Michael's angry and murderous gaze was terrifying!
The killer, however, seem to have twigged, as he sighed softly and now, his arm came around his shoulders, pulling him to his side. Jack smiled affectionately, quietly slipping away.
You're here because of me. Aren't you.
It could not have been clearer it wasn't a question.
"Your eyes. They… They scared the shit out of me! So, cold, furious, murderous! Dr Loomis and Oliver offered me treatment, I took it." Michael sighed, and he did start crying, as the killer hugged him tightly, with both arms.
Oh, Nigel. You know I care for you, don't you? Listen, do you want to talk to me?
"Yes! Michael, I love you too! I have wanted to since it happened! I just…"
Shh. Then we will do so today. Please, try and stop shaking. You're ok, I and the guards are here, you are completely safe. Cox will not step over this line. I would have approached you, had he dared to step any closer to you. From now on, stay with me for as long as you are here, when we are out here. I will protect you.
He was momentarily speechless, his heart filling with so much love for the man beside him, he could not speak. "I… thank you so much! Cox probably thought I had gone insane! Straight over Michael Myers' warning line. One killer to another. Or so he thinks."
Michael chuckled. Something told him Michael wasn't making a request, and his heart threatened to burst with love and gratitude. Now it was he who hugged the other man, as tightly as he could.
…
Michael was true to his word, taking the shuttle with him back to his suite. Jack entered moments later, with hot coffee and food. Clearly, they sensed this would be a long and private conversation.
"Thanks," he smiled at the guard and saw Michael do the same.
"You're welcome gents, see you later." He was gone.
He sat down on the leather sofa, Michael sitting at his side, the food and drink on the coffee table in front of them.
"Fuck, I don't know where to start! I was a dick. That doesn't do it justice! I… Shit! Danielle is the closest thing to a daughter to me, as Sophie and I never had children. I hate myself because I didn't protect her from that motherfucker! So, when she said those two words to you with no response, my protective sensor went nuts! I feel so bad, guilty! I want to protect her like I failed to do last time, and of course I know you adore her. Part of me did believe you were asleep in the end, but I was just so… I don't even know what! The last thing I want to be is overprotective, that was between you, and I know that. I got too involved, but I just…" He slammed the table in frustration. "I'm not saying it right at all!" To his shock, Michael chuckled, again touching his arm.
I understand, I do. But don't you think I, too, want to protect her in every way I can? I would never, ever have let her say that to me, or leave our bed, had I been awake.
"I know, I just… I guess you could say I have witnesses' guilt, if there is such a thing! I knew Adam was a total prick before she even moved in with him, I knew she would be in trouble, deep trouble, and there was nothing I could do! I didn't know her, how could I just storm in there and say, "That guy's very bad news, girl, get the fuck out!" I wish to God I'd done just that. Well, in some ways, but she wouldn't have met her husband if I had! So…" Michael chuckled again.
If it makes you feel any better, she was very close to death again when she first met me!
"Thanks," he finally grinned at the other man. "That's really comforting! Now Michael laughed out loud, and he joined him. "I know it's true though," he said when he could speak again. "I just… Anything to do with or from that prick, my hackles go up and I'm scared all over again."
I would never hurt her, never. I am fully aware I can be cruel sometimes, whether due to hiding my emotions, or my anger getting the better of me. But I love her, with all my heart. I would never do anything to hurt her, you have nothing to fear from me where she is concerned. On this if nothing else, you need to believe and trust me.
"I do, I think it was mainly my self-hatred. I didn't act fast enough against Dawson, I only did so when she was in that fucking garage, hanging from that rope! I cruelly, unfairly and stupidly took it out on you!"
Tell me, what exactly could you have done to prevent it?
"Fuck! I don't know! Called the cops, told her to get the fuck out, anything!" Michael put an arm around him again.
Like you said, she is an adult, she made her choices. If you'd called the cops, who's to say she wouldn't have hated you for it? Not at the end, but the beginning?
"I know, I know. I just feel like I could have done so much more, and she wouldn't have got to that garage in the first place! Albeit she wouldn't have met you! Dave was fucking furious when he knew who she was next door to, Michael. Jesus! I thought he was going to kill someone! I had to calm him down to stop him driving up, Emma had to hide his car keys! Talk about aiding her in another suicide attempt, just not at her hands!"
I know. I'm sorry.
"You're Michael Myers, it's who you were! But when you had me against that wall, I panicked! My mouth kept moving, while my brain was shouting at me to just walk away! Oliver dragging me across the street probably saved me!"
Please stop. I could not have hurt you, had it come to it, I just… I was angry. You were antagonising and mocking me, it hurt. Listen to me. I totally, totally understand why you were angry when you didn't know why I'd done as I did. That is why I took you out of the house, albeit I should have been… less violent, but once I told you, and you kept pushing me, I…
He only realised he was crying when Michael hugged him close again. "I'm so fucking sorry! I know I was wrong, out of line, a complete dick! I just… I don't even fucking know anymore! I've just seen her go through so much hell at the hands of that bastard, I couldn't bear to see her do so anymore! I should not have said what I did about you liking the power trip, I'm so, so sorry. That was damn cruel and completely unfair!
It's ok, even at the time, I didn't believe you truly meant that.
"Now you're just being kind! Yes, you did! You were furious and with damn good reason! I was completely in the wrong! I lashed out at you, for something that wasn't even your fault! If anything, it was mine. I should've looked after her better, should have followed my instincts and told her to get the fuck away from him! I didn't, and that almost cost Danielle her life! Yes, it worked out well in the end and I'm exceptionally grateful for that, but it doesn't mean I don't still hate myself for the role I did, or rather didn't play!"
I do mean that, I didn't truly believe you meant that part. Like I told you, do you really think she would have taken it well at first? She loved him, after all.
"Fuck knows why!" He snarled, grabbing a tissue from the desk. "Fucking evil prick! That said, I would've said those exact words about you not so long ago!" Michael laughed again at this, and Nigel grinned sheepishly at him. "Uh, sorry!"
I would be inclined to agree with you completely, on both counts! But she did not yet know that. You can't blame yourself for that.
"Whatever!" Michael hugged him tightly again.
Trust me on this.
"I'll try."
That's all I can ask of you.
"I'm also sorry I said, "Come on then motherfucker," and called you, "Spikey Mikey." "Now Mikey really is getting spikey?" Jesus did I have a death wish?" Michael chuckled again, still holding him close.
"Colin even asked me if I wanted to get a rise out of you, if that wasn't in fact my intention. Almost as if I wanted you to attack, then she would leave you or something! All that would've happened then is she would hate me, not you! You were blameless in this, I wasn't! I don't even know what I was trying to do, truth be told. I was just an idiot, and a complete prick!"
However, I understand. So, what do you say we forget it now? I would just ask you please, not to call me, "Spikey Mikey," with true malice, again. I do not mind it in humour, but not as a serious attack.
"That's completely fair. I really am sorry."
Alright, shh now. You have said it, I accept your apology, let's move on now?
"I love you Michael Myers," he said, now hugging Michael fiercely himself. "I love you so damn much!"
I love you too. For what it's worth, I thank you for your protection towards her, however there is no need to direct said protection against me.
"I know, fair enough, I will not do so again."
So, I suggest we start on this delicious looking food. Tell me, do you agree?
…
The two men talked for hours about everything, as they ate and drank. Nigel had never felt so close to the most unlikely person, Michael Myers, in his life. Dr Loomis texted, informing them Michael could stay with Nigel in the suite if he wished to.
"Will you?"
If you wish me to, yes.
Taking a second to get his thoughts in order, Nigel again took a deep breath. He had to say this to Michael, just once. "I was terrified, when you looked at me that way. I have obviously, never met a serial killer in my life before, though God knows I've seen enough documentaries about you. Hell, just seeing your yellow warning line today gave me a chill of… Something, though I still don't know what. I never thought I'd be able to say I love Michael Myers, I consider him a close friend, or that he's married to my granddaughter! I just remember sitting in front of the TV, many a night while hearing that prick shouting at your wife, thinking shit, this guy would kill me without a second look, thank God, I'll never meet him! Bloody hell! How life can surprise us, huh? But it scared me badly, as I think it would most people in society, and this is why they made that offer. Dr Loomis didn't say as much in our first session today, but I got the very strong impression the first part of my treatment was to talk to and resolve things with your good self. In that, he wasn't wrong." Michael looked right at him, and he was sure he could see sympathy and regret in the other man's gaze. "No, don't apologise, please. I was the one in the wrong, not you. I'd just never felt so… Vulnerable, scared. I could tell myself all the way through it that you wouldn't kill me, but convincing myself of it? That was a whole new ball game! It was almost like… I was trying to test that theory out, or something crazy like that! I told him this today. I don't understand my actions at all. Scared of at the very least being hurt, possibly killed, and I push one person who could and would kill me, a serial killer by mocking him? I really don't understand what the holy fuck I was doing! I look back on it now and it… Makes absolutely no sense! Like I said, Colin asked me if I was doing it on purpose, trying to get a rise out of you. Talk about dangerous! I also wondered if there was a part of me which knew I was safe due to your marriage to Danielle, and I could push it? What a fucking dick I was! Jesus, I don't know! All I know is, I now know what death looks like! I'm not saying any of this to make you feel guilty, believe me I'm not. But he advised me to be completely honest with you, tell you absolutely everything. So, here I am, laying it all on the table, so to speak."
There was silence, the two men simply looking at each other. He didn't break it, giving Michael a chance to process what he'd just said.
Let's call it even, then. You should not have pushed me; I should not have scared you like that. How does that sound?
"Perfect."
I would not have killed you, however. Of this, I want you to believe me with absolute certainty. I'm not even talking about Danielle here either. I care for you; you know that I consider you a close friend. So, no matter how angry I may have been, that would never, ever have happened.
He hugged Michael again, tightly. "I really appreciate you saying that."
Then you are welcome. I do, however, feel terrible you are here because of my anger.
"It could just as easily have been Cox! Did you see the way he was looking at me earlier? Fucking hell! He's almost as scary as you! Or at least you used to be!" Michael chuckled.
Then like I said to you earlier, stay with me when we are in the exercise yard. I meant that, you know. I will protect you. Consider that my way of trying to help you in your treatment. That said, if there is anything I can do to help, please tell me.
He blinked back tears at this. "Thank you! I'm sorry too, for making you become that angry. I deserved it, that won't change either! It was entirely my fault, so don't you go feeling guilty about it! Got that, Mr. Myers?" Michael smiled at him.
Fine. I won't feel guilty about you angering me, but I do feel guilty you suffered because of it.
"We'll be here all night," he laughed, hugging Michael fiercely once more. "No worries! I get what you're saying! Wow, my own bodyguard in Smith's Grove!"
Looking up, he saw Michael wasn't smiling at this, he was completely serious. Danielle had mentioned to him about how since they'd been married, he was at times very serious when loving or protecting her. Now, he understood exactly what she meant, because Michael was doing so to him. Now he did shed tears, as the two locked eyes, and all he could see, was warmth, kindness, and… Love?
"Cox told me I didn't look insane, I just looked like easy pray!" His voice was just above a whisper. "He then told me to watch my step." Michael pulled him close again.
Shh, it's ok. Rick and Jack, both heard it, as did I. They will make sure that does not happen, and being across my line will too. Trust me. I will not let anything happen to you. You have my word.
He hugged Michael so tightly, it almost hurt, and when Michael raised his notepad again, he burst out laughing so hard, tears ran down his cheeks.
Oof!
He slumped to his knees; he couldn't stop laughing. Michael raised his eyebrows but was smirking at him.
What? I only said, "Oof!" Because you squeezed the hell out of me!
"Oh, stop it! You probably didn't even feel it, strong as you are!" He struggled to his feet, clutching his stomach. "Jesus! I haven't laughed so much in forever. Thanks, I needed that!" He hugged the other man again, who continued to smirk at him as he hugged him back.
Oof!
"Fuck off!" Nigel slapped his arm but doubled over in laughter all over again.
…
At just before midnight, the two men's phones beeped in unison. Nigel pulled his out, and grinned, blinking back tears as he looked at the short video clip. It had been sent by Jodie and showed Danielle dancing without shame with Tim on a crowded dance floor, while one of her favourite songs played, which had been played at her wedding reception, a huge smile on her face, wearing her favourite casual clothes. A second later, he heard the same clip-on Michael's phone. At the end of the clip, Tim lifted her into the air, and she full-on giggled. They couldn't hear it over the music, but it was clear to see, before Danielle took up a sexy pose.
"That prick hated her doing this," he said over the lump of love in his throat. "Said she couldn't go alone because, "I don't want you talking to other men, without me by your side. Piece of shit! Damn, see that smile, Michael? That's entirely because of you!"
He looked over at Michael, and felt his eyes fill again. Michael was staring at his wife, the video muted on her face, a look of adoration in his eyes. "I know, beautiful, isn't she?" The killer looked back at him and nodded.
"She hated wearing dresses, hated it. See how she's wearing dark sunglasses? That's a confidence thing for blind people, when they're out in public. Makes them feel less, exposed. They suit her though, don't they? Anyway, he made her wear short dresses so often, it was unreal. Even in the house. He humiliated her in every way he could. Like I told you, I don't do violence, but boy am I glad that motherfucker's dead!"
Michael looked back at him, and he could tell just with that one look that on this subject, they were on the same page.