Nic Castell (bleedingheart) wrote in the_dome, @ 2013-09-06 11:40:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | 04-09-2017, micah, micah and nic, nic |
A Backup Plan
Who: Nic and Micah
Where: Micah's place
When: Evening
Micah had everything set up on the kitchen table, but he'd also made and effort to get take out too, which was on the counter. In short, he'd been avoiding his boyfriend, but he hadn't said that and secretly hoped Nic hadn't noticed. In a failed attempt to make up for it, he'd showered and changed into something nice almost, a pair of jeans that fit and a button down. Not the best date given what he had planned, but it was a start.
Nic didn’t know what to expect when he showed up at Micah’s house. He hadn’t seen him since things got weird, but he wasn’t sure why. It was possible that Micah was just busy with work, but after everything that had happened, Nic had expected to have a better idea of what was going on. He might have thought Micah was putting him off, but then he’d gone and called him his boyfriend, so that was something, right? Nic knocked on the door and took a deep breath, not sure what he was needed for that would include his paramedic services. It definitely wasn’t a normal date.
Micah left his calculations that he was reading, again, and headed to let Nic in once he heard the knock. All at once he was caught up in the scent of the other man and the need that seemed to come with all things Nic related in him. Without saying anything he was pulling Nic in for a hard kiss, not entirely like him, but unable to not follow through with the instinct.
Nic’s breath hitched as he was pulled against Micah, kissing him in the doorway. It was that side of Micah he wasn’t used to seeing, the one that had come out since he’d been bitten, and Nic still wasn’t sure how he felt about it. Was this Micah’s feelings for him? Or was it the wolf wanting to claim him? Nic kissed back just as hard, his hands pulling Micah’s hips to his before he abruptly released him and took a step back. “Nice to see you too,” he said, half smiling, half smirking.
Micah practically growled into the returned kiss, loving that Nic went with it. When the other man pulled away he was grinning, hands fast in Nic's shirt to keep him from getting too far. Closing the door finally, he leaned in close. "Missed you." It was a soft breath of a statement before he was kissing Nic again, still intense, but gentler this time.
That was better. Nic liked things intense from time to time, but only when he had an idea of what was going on with her partner. Micah had bitten him last time and Nic didn’t want to get him going in that direction, not right now. “Missed you, too,” he murmured, letting the kiss go on longer this time. When he began to think about pulling Micah’s clothes off, he decided he needed to stop and get some air. “How are you doing?” he asked, looking up into Micah’s eyes. So much could have happened in the last few days, but Nic was still in the dark.
Micah was practically drowning in Nic's scent and loving it. He stayed close, briefly nuzzling the other man's jaw before stopping himself. "Better," he said, eyes finding Nic's watching him. "I feel like I have more answers than questions. And a pack of unruly wolves who are all in one giant pissing contest."
Nic smiled as Micah nuzzled him, enjoying the affection. He’d have kept it up, but he did want to know how things were going and he was glad to hear that they were better. “They’re all unruly?” Nic asked in amusement, somehow having already accepted that Micah was a werewolf. It was easy after having Zania become a vampire. “A pissing contest is fine, so long as you’re not killing each other.”
Micah wanted Nic. And not just the wolf craving claiming Nic, but the man wanted his boyfriend. As a result he was half distracted, wrapping arms around Nic's neck. "Most of them, yes. I'm having more luck with your cousin than anyone else. And I think he still hates me for keeping him at the hospital until he could walk and seeing you. They accused me of trying to be their leader and then shoot down my ability to be." He shook his head. "I worry they're close to it. It was all talk of urges to hurt and maim and bringing that out. Oh and using this to fight." The wolves were insane. Jack was insane.
“Justin’s kind of a lone wolf, but he’ll listen to reason,” Nic said, enjoying this closeness. His arms wrapped around Micah’s waist, noting that his boyfriend had dressed up for him. He looked good. It was distracting. “Not everyone wants to follow. Some people need to choose their own leader. It’s not anything against you, I’m sure.” Using this to fight, well… Nic could see it. Everyone alive had done so by fighting in some way. “It’s possible they’re trying to look at this in a positive light. And, I hate to say this, but some of them may know more than you do.”
"Except I think Jack's reckless. It's worrying." Micah wasn't a fighter. More the protector type. He had been in fights, the scar on his cheek evidence enough, but when the war against the zombies raged, he'd stayed safe. "Everyone wants to be one. A leader." Micah shook his head, smiling at Nic's hands on his waist. "I intend to drug them all, but might be talked out of it." He was still bringing the tranquilizers though.
"Jack?" Nic asked, not sure if he knew him. Delphi was small, but there were still a few people he had yet to meet. Especially now that some of the traders were trapped. "You're planning on drugging them?" That didn't seem like a good idea. In fact, if Michael was looking to earn the loyalty of others, that was definitely not the way to go. "Please tell me you have another plan."
Micah shook his head. "He should have died on my operating table and he thinks I'm a wuss." Micah shook his head, pulling away to guide Nic to the kitchen. "It's not my only plan. But the other plan involves a structure in the woods. This is a good back up." He pointed to the table, with syringes laid out and vials of more drugs. "That's what I needed your help with."
“Hate to say it, but there’s a difference between the two. I can save someone’s life, but Zania is better in a fight than I am. Not that I think you’re a wuss,” Nic clarified with a smile. “People just have different ways of operating under pressure. I doubt Jack could do what you do on an operating table.” Nic knew he couldn’t. Looking down at the syringes, he took a deep breath. “Do you even know if this will work? They healed faster, so they might be harder to take down.”
"Except no one appreciates what I can do." Micah shook his head and looked at the set up. "I took that into account. And...if you're willing you'll help me test it." It was a lot to ask, Micah knew that, but he trusted Nic.
“I do, babe,” Nic said, leaning up and stealing a kiss. He didn’t want Micah to feel unappreciated. What he could do was amazing. Most of those guys wouldn’t be alive if it weren’t for him. As understanding hit, his hold loosened slightly, looking at Micah with worry. “You want me to test it on you?” he asked, concern etching his features. “That seems like a horrible idea.”
Micah just smiled at the acknowledgment and kiss. It was honestly enough for him. "Who else," he pointed out handing Nic his calculations. "I've done the math. I have faith in this." He smiled a little, squeezing Nic's hand.
Micah might have faith in it, but it still made Nic nervous. If they overdid it, they could kill Micah and that was the last thing he wanted. “Okay,” he said, taking a deep breath. “But we up it a little at a time. And even if we can get this to work, we need to think of this as a last resort.”
"But if it could halt a change? Or ease a full moon?" Micah was excited at the prospect. "I've figured it out. It should just put me to sleep for a few hours."
"I'm just looking at this and... the amount we'll need for a werewolf is probably twice that for a human. And we have a lot of wolves, right? And no new meds coming in. I think it'll be good to know, but if we use this on all the wolves and the doors stay closed, we'll drain our resources awfully fast," Nic said, taking a seat at the table. "I agreee, we should try it, but tell me about the other alternative. That might ease my mind."
Micah frowned. "There's other medication. I do very few surgeries. I'm not depleting my store," he explained. He but at his lip, looking around and reaching for Nic's hand. "I think it's a cage."
"Okay," Nic said, believing Micah had already checked into it. "Let's try this then. Are you building the cage or someone else?" A cage seemed like a better idea to him, but he could see this as a backup. Anything could go wrong.
"Someone else, but I'm there." He looked at Nic then looked at their hands. "I'm not sure if I want you there. I don't know of if want you to see that."
"Who?" Nic asked, wanting answers. "I want to be there. How else will I know what we'll be dealing with going forward? This is you now, and I don't want to be in the dark."
"December," Micah answered before shaking his head and reaching for Nic. "I'm not sure. I know it's me but what...what if it's too much? What if it scares you off?" He wasn't sure he was ready to lose Nic that quickly, or at all.
“The coroner?” Nic asked, feeling better now that he knew who was involved. She was responsible and knew other people who she could probably pull in to help. “I don’t scare that easily,” he said with a little smile. “Trust me. I want to be there.”
"That's the one." He left off the part where she'd also threatened Micah. A warning that if things didn't go right, she'd take them down. He believed her, but was relieved she wanted to help. He found himself shaking his head again, kneeling by Nic. "I don't want to lose you, Nic. I have this undying urge to protect you, even if it's from me."
“You’re not going to lose me over this,” Nic protested. “But if you cut me out of this part of your life, I’m going to be pissed. You’re going through a lot here and it’s like you don’t want me to know about it. How can I be close to you when you’re shutting me out?”
Micah sighed and nodded. "I'm not trying to keep you in the dark. I've just been anxious with everything that's changing. Being away from you, even for a few days, was like torture." It was hard to explain, but Micah could all but physically feel the distance between them. It was hard to cope with.
“Then let me be there for you,” Nic said, reaching out and putting hand over Micah’s. “Trust me to push back when I need to push back, or not to be scared. I’m going to have to learn at some point, right?” He’d rather learn with Micah than have him deal with this by himself. “Let’s try this shot thing out. I don’t like it, but it would be good to know either way.”
Micah took Nic’s hand, smiling a little. “I’m not used to anyone caring so much,” he admitted softly, leaning in to kiss Nic slowly. It wasn’t going to be easy to let him completely in, but he knew he had to do something. He couldn’t do it alone. “It’s a smaller dose. I was curious how long it would put me out. I think I did the math for the painkillers and how quickly those wore off,” he explained picking up the first syringe. “I should go down for an hour on this. The larger dose would be a good four hours.” He looked at Nic, half smiling. He was actually proud of what he’d figured out. “It’s the mix too. It’s not just one drug. Which should help it last longer.” He nodded towards the counter. “There’s dinner though. If you want to eat?”
Nic knew it could be hard to let someone in. He was generally the person who opened up first, too easily giving his heart and having it crushed. He trusted Micah, though, and didn’t think that was something he needed to worry about. “I’d rather eat with you than after you’re knocked out,” Nic smiled, staying close to him after the kiss as he threaded their fingers together. “Let’s have dinner, then we can test out your shots.”
That Nic stayed close, that he wasn’t scared now, that eased some of Micah’s concerns about them as a couple. He pulled Nic against him, nodding and kissing him again. “That makes the most sense.”
Nic enjoyed the kiss, something preferred over both dinner and the shots. If they could just stay there and forget about everything else, he would have been happy, but he knew that wasn’t possible. There would be plenty of time for kissing later, another day, another night, and after the full moon.