MichaelOwnsMe (foreverbm) wrote in qaf_drabbles, @ 2008-01-18 14:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | author: foreverbm, challenge #48: angst |
Challenge #48 - Angst
Title: Love and Other Bruises (Parts 1 - 7)
Author: Foreverbm
Timeline: Season 3 - Post 308
A/N: This is not beta'd and I hope it meets the challenge criteria.
Condoms: 7 to Michael
Part 1
I glanced at the clock. 6pm and no Ben. So much for his promise to cook tonight.
I looked at the blank pages in front of me, which should be covered with ideas for the next issue of Rage and knew, once again, I would have to explain to Justin why I had nothing for him.
I put it aside knowing that if we wanted to eat I would have to be the one to cook.
I walked to the kitchen, opening the fridge, scanning the sparse contents, finally grabbing some carrots and potatoes and throwing them into the sink.
I grabbed a knife and began absent-mindedly peeling them. It took a few minutes to register that the sharp pain I was feeling was due to a jagged cut across the palm of my hand. Blood was dripping rapidly into the water, turning it a cloudy pink.
“Fuck!”
I reached for a towel, wrapping it around my hand, trying to stop the stem of blood, but it continued to seep through.
“Fuck!”
Trying to hold the towel in place I began opening and closing drawers, searching for a band-aid, finally giving up what was proving to be a futile search.
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I headed to the bathroom. No fucking band-aids. Shit!
I vaguely remembered seeing some in our bedroom a week ago. My hand was tingling and beginning to ache. I kept it wrapped firmly in the towel. Blood, especially mine, not being one of my favorite sights.
Finally, after searching numerous drawers, hampered by the towel and starting to feel slightly light headed I spotted a packet in our bottom drawer which looked promising.
Reaching in to grab it, I let out a loud yelp as something sharper than the knife which had already caused enough damage dug into my hand.
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“Fuck! Shit! Now what!
I pulled out the offending object, my blood running cold as a needle glistened in front of me.
Cold chills ran through my body. I took a backward step and sank onto the bed.
I sat there, thoughts whirling through my head, my hand aching, the towel now a deep red from my blood and felt myself start to shake.
The slamming of the front door made me jump and I heard Ben call out my name.
My mouth was dry as I tried to form an answer and gave up. He would find me eventually.
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“Michael?”
I looked up at the sound of his voice. I could tell he’d just come from the gym, his hair was still slightly damp and his body had the work-out sheen about it. He filled the door way, muscled and toned, his body as he wanted it to be. No sign of weakness anywhere.
I wanted the other body back, perfect and much more gentler.
“Have you used it?”
A confused look crossed his face.
“HAVE YOU FUCKING USED IT!?”
My hand shook as I held the needle in front of me and realization finally hit him.
“What happened?”
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“I cut my hand on a knife and was looking for a band-aid”
“And….?”
“And what! I fucking found this!”
“Michael….”
“What the fuck’s the matter with you. I am bleeding in case you haven’t noticed. This!” I jabbed the needle in the air “Is full of that shit you pump into your body”
“Michael…calm down”
“Tell me! Have you fucking used it!”
“No!”
I felt air swoosh back into my lungs and my heart stopped hammering in my chest.
He took a step towards me, hand outstretched.
“Give it to me”
“This has got to stop!”
“What has?”
“This!”
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I threw the needle onto the floor, grinding it into the carpet with my foot.
He stood there, calm and composed and I began to wonder if anything was actually getting through to him.
“I love you Ben But this is not you. This shit is turning you into someone who scares me sometimes. I’ve always accepted the fact I could get infected, no matter how careful we are. Nothing will ever change my thoughts about that.” I took a deep breath and stood, eye balling him “But this….” I looked down at the crushed needle “I will not accept”