When it cuts I die again
WHO: Mike Connelly and Liz Braddock. WHAT: Trying to be friends or whatever. WHERE: Mike's flat. RATING: Really? You need to ask with Scout's mouth? STATUS: COMPLETE.
Elisabeth had been quite the busy woman lately. Fights with Remy and Doug, meeting vampires and their hunters...and the usual ever dominate issue of Michael. There was no avoiding him, whether it be over the bloody computer or running amok in the streets with his team. She could try to avoid him, but did she truly want to?
After once again contacting him over the boards, she found herself at his doorstep. He needed the company and she needed...something. Was the precious Spy watching? Did he know how often she still found her way to Michael? Rolling her eyes, she didn't bother knocking out of nasty habit and poked her head inside. "Bab...you here, Michael?" Mentally she kicked herself and groaned at her near slip-up. One day she would stop almost calling him 'baby love.' One day.