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AFTERMATH
I am sending out a challenge to all of the
amazing fan fiction writers out there to post their own version of the Aftermath
of the battle between Marcie and Michael. What do you want to see happen or what
do you believe should happen? I hope to see other version's posted soon and hey,
maybe one of us will be on the money...LOL. –Gottahavemarcal 10.29.04
Gottahavemarcal
Aftermath
Version 1
(10.29.04)
Michael made his way gingerly through Angel Square still favoring the foot that
had held him back all summer. Hell, his leg was the least of his worries right
now. The way things had gone down last night was a far cry from what he had
planned for their night together, but that was part of the problem. They didn't
have nights together anymore. They could be in a room together and Michael felt
like a prop while Marcie fretted and worried endlessly about everyone else but
them and their relationship. Not that Michael didn't love her for who she was,
for the caring sister, daughter, and friend she was. He just wished that he felt
like he mattered as much as everyone else did. Michael started from his deep
thought's catching sight of Jen rushing by distractedly. He groaned silently but
put on a polite smile and prepared for small talk.
"Hey Jen," Michael said in a friendly voice.
"Oh, hello Michael," Jen replied her voice turning to ice and
her blue eye's flashing angrily.
"Okay, I assume that you've talked to Marcie?" Michael mumbled
with a sigh.
"Oh we talked alright and I have to say Michael, you are a royal
ass." Jen shot out tightly.
"Was that in between you crying on her shoulder about your latest
woe. I mean you actually had time to listen to something that concerned
her?" Michael taunted coolly.
"She is right, I can see that awful person Marcie couldn't stand in
the beginning." Jen whispered in a low voice. "For your information,
Marcie and I have a great friendship that goes both ways. And she is there for
me when I need her no questions asked. She even saved me from Paul Crammer when
he tried to rape me but you didn't bother to find out why she was late, you just
tore into her. On her birthday of all days."
"Rape?" Michael whispered softly.
"Yeah rape," Jen supplied with a frown. "And you called
her selfish, what a jerk."
"Oh man," Michael choked out weakly watching with wide eye's as Jen
stormed away angrily....
……Marcie rearranged her desk yet again a sigh escaping despite her effort's
to hide in. Slowly she reached out to lift the picture on her desk while gnawing
on her bottom lip thoughtfully. Who are you Michael she wondered continuing to
stare at the picture as if it would reveal the inter working's of the man she
thought she knew instinctively. His actions from the night before were
unexpected and now Marcie didn't even know if they had anything left beyond the
future she imagined.
"Hey, Marcie, so I hear that congratulation's are in order," John
emoted with a grin as he moved to stand beside her desk.
"Oh yeah, thanks," Marcie said with a weak smile of her own.
"Come on Marcie, I would think that you would be a bit more
enthusiastic than that." John teased with a lifted brow.
"Of course I am excited." Marcie assured him quickly wondering
why he was making such a big deal out of her book deal.
"Well, let me see it." John pushed staring at her strangely.
"It's not quite ready yet." Marcie replied staring back at him
in confusion.
"Oh, it didn't fit then? No wonder you look so down. Getting a diamond ring
on your birthday is exciting but being unable to wear it has to suck." John
responding instantly thinking that he understood what was going on here.
"Diamond ring?" Marcie cried springing to her feet and staring
at John with wide eyes.
"Did you say Diamond ring?"
"Oh hell Marcie, you mean he didn't- well crap," John mumbled
weakly.
"He didn't what John, what exactly was Michael planning for last
night?" Marcie pushed stubbornly.
"What do you think?" John shot back in frustration. "He is
going to want to kill me."
"I have got to go." Marcie whispered suddenly understanding why
Michael lost it last night. He had planned a very special night and she hadn't
been there. She had to find him and let him know that she understood and that
she forgave him.
"Marcie, wait!" John called out only to have her ignore him as
she rushed from the station without a backwards glance. "Damn but he is
going to kill me." John mumbled sourly......
.....Michael stared forlornly at the statue of Luna and shook his head. He must
have really come off really badly in Marcie's eyes last night. But damn, he
would have understood if she had just told him what happened with Jen. He would
never begrudge her helping out a friend or anyone that way.
"Okay, your suppose to be everyone guardian angel, right. So where did it
all go wrong? I just wanted to give Marcie the best gift I could on her
birthday. Proof that for me this is it and so is she, what was wrong with
that?" Michael mumbled in a low voice actually finding himself waiting for
the answer that didn't come.
"Michael?" Marcie whispered hesitantly from behind him cause
him to rise quickly his eye's going wide with shock.
"Marcie!" Michael cried hoping against hope that she hadn't
heard him talking to a statue and that she wouldn't think he was crazy on top of
being a jerk.
"I talked to John." Marcie admitted hanging back
self-consciously.
"Oh." Michael whispered his face flushing instantly. "And
I talked to Jen."
"Oh." Marcie mumbled turning her gaze to the Statue of Luna
nervously. "You know, I got to the point that I talked to her a lot after
Al died."
"You did?'' Michael replied hesitantly taking a step forward.
"Marcie, I'm sorry about what I said about you and Al, well you know. I had
no right to say anything about your relationship because you were right, I don't
know everything about what happened."
"And I should have paid more attention to what was going on with
you." Marcie admitted with a weak smile as she to took a small step
forward.
"I shouldn't have made you have to ask, I should have just told
you." Michael mumbled weakly.
"No, you shouldn't have to force me to see you Michael, I should
just see you. But-" Marcie began only to stop short hesitantly.
"But what?" Michael pushed softly.
"It seem that we just kind of feel into this Michael. One minute I
was battling to hold onto Al and the next I was in love with you. It was easy to
fall into a this comfortable pattern." Marcie explained biting her lips
wondering if she sounded as crazy to him as she did to herself.
"Yes, that's it Marcie! I thought that I was the only one."
Michael cried the relief seeming to wash over him in waves. "And Marcie, I
love that you care so much about your family and friend's, I'm also proud of
your success as a writer, you know that don't you?"
"Yeah, I know that." Marcie replied with a relieved smile of
her own. "And can we start over? I want to know you, to really know you. I
want to know what's going on in your life right now and where you have been. I
want to see you, I mean really see you."
"I would like that," Michael agreed stepping in even closer
only to hesitate once more. “But Marcie, you have to promise me
something."
"What's that?" Marcie asked fearfully.
"Don't run away again. It will never work if you run away every time
we disagree. We have to work through thing's together." Michael explained
seriously.
"I'll try." Marcie replied seriously. "Can we make up
now?"
"I would definitely like that." Michael agreed with a throaty
laugh. "You don't know how much I would like that."
Then without a word they moved in together as one their lip's meeting in
a slow sweet kiss the quickly built into something more as his tongue invaded
the inner warmth of her mouth. Marcie moaned against his lips then pulled away
until their lips were mere inches apart.
"About the ring and what you planned last night." Marcie
mumbled as an afterthought.
"It's off the table, at least for now, Marcie." Michael said in
a low voice his eyes locked on her as he leaned in closer his breath fanning her
face warmly. "I don't think that either one of us are quite ready for
that."
"Your right but there is something else we could be ready for."
Marcie replied allowing her hand's to explore his chest suggestively.
"Most definitely ready for that." Michael growled leaning forward to
cover her lips with his once more only to have her push him away with a negative
shake of her head.
"I didn't mean that, well yeah, I mean I am ready for that
too." Marcie rattled on quickly.
"Then what did you mean Marcie?" Michael asked in confusion.
"What if we moved in together once the Love Project is over,"
Marcie suggested hesitantly.
"You really think we are ready for that?" Michael asked
doubtfully.
"By then, I think we will be," Marcie said firmly. "I want
this to work and I want you to know that I am committed to you and to us. And I
want to wake up next to you every morning."
"You got me with the last one Darlin'. But even better is the idea
of going to bed with you every night." Michael teased throatily leaning
back in to cover her lips with his heatedly.
SophieSoaps
Aftermath
Version 2
(10.30.04)
Marcie's hand shook
as she raised it to knock. She took a deep breath and tried to steady herself.
She raised her hand again, but couldn't do what she needed it to. She rested her
head against the cool wood of Michael's hotel room door.
What have I done? she asked herself. The sound of footsteps behind her
startled her. She looked up to see John looking at her, genuine concern in his
eyes.
"He's on the roof, Marcie."
"Sorry?"
"Michael. He's up on the roof."
"Thanks, John. Is he okay?"
"You should probably go up there and ask him yourself."
"Right."
Marcie's legs shook as she climbed the flight of stairs to the roof. She
summoned all her courage, and pushed the door open. The night air was cool and
the stars glittered like sequins against black velvet. Michael stood near the
ledge, studying Llanview spread out below him.
"Michael?" Marcie began, hesitantly.
"Yes?" he replied, not bothering to turn around.
"It's me... it's Marcie."
"Did you really think I wouldn't recognize your voice?"
"Michael, turn around and look at me, please."
Michael slowly turned to face Marcie. Under the soft roof lights Marcie could
see that his eyes were slightly puffy. It hit her like a kick in the stomach;
she had brought this big, beautiful man to tears.
"I'm sorry, Michael," she said softly.
"Sorry about what, Marcie?"
“I… I…”
“You’re sorry we fought? You’re sorry you stormed off? You’re sorry for
spending time with everyone in the world but me? What? What are you sorry about,
Marcie?”
“I didn’t come here to fight again. I came here to talk.”
“So talk.”
“Please don’t act that way Michael. It reminds me of the way…”
“What? It reminds you of what? Of the way I used to be when we first met?
Maybe that’s who I really am.”
“That’s not who you are. That’s who you were.”
“What if I’ve spent the last 8 months trying to be someone I’m not?”
“I don’t believe that for a minute, Michael.”
“You don’t believe it or you don’t want to believe it?”
“Why are you being so hard on me?”
“Because I loved you, Marcie. I loved you for who you were and how I felt when
I was with you. You said once that you cared about me for all the ways I
reminded you of Al. And that was okay with me, once. But it’s not anymore.”
“So what are you saying?”
“I’m saying I’m not Al. He was a good guy who had a lot of people who
loved him, including you. But I’m not Al Holden. I’m Michael McBain. I want
a woman who loves me for all the ways I remind her of ME. I want you to be that
woman, Marcie, and if you can’t be, I need to know it now.”
“Are you giving me an ultimatum?”
“I guess I am.”
“So unless I forget about Al I can forget about you?”
“That’s not what I said.”
“That’s what it sounded like.”
“I don’t want you to forget Al. I want you to grieve for him and I want you
to let him rest in peace.”
“I did grieve for him! I cried myself to sleep every night for months!”
“But you never really moved on, Marcie. Can’t you see it?”
“No, I can’t. In fact, the first time we made love I…”
“You what?”
“I said good-bye to him. I talked to him. I told him I’d be okay.”
“But you didn’t move on. I know Al is in your heart and he always will be,
but I’m not so sure that I’m there too. Every time I do something, you
expect me to do it like Al. Every time you tell me something, you expect me to
react like Al. God, Marcie. Don’t you understand, if it would make you happy,
I’d be Al. But I can’t. I’m me. I’ve changed so much since I met you,
but I’m still Michael.”
“I know who you are.”
“And I know who you’d like me to be.”
“That’s not true.”
“Yes it is.”
“No it’s not! How can you say that?”
“Marcie, look me in the eye and tell me that if Al Holden walked out here
right now you’d choose me.”
Marcie stared into Michael’s eyes, deep pools of brown tinged with hope. He
loved her, she could see it all right there. But something, somewhere deep
inside cracked. Marcie’s knees buckled and Michael reached for her. He knelt
with her as the tears came. Marcie buried her face in Michael’s neck and wept,
the deep keening grief she’d kept bottled up for so long flooding out into the
night.
Marcie pulled away, wrapping her arms around herself, rocking with the force of
her pain. “I miss him,” she sobbed.
“I know,” Michael said softly, rubbing her back gently.
Marcie’s tears slowly abated. Her breathing became less ragged and gradually
returned to normal. She lay in a crumpled heap at Michael’s knees as he waited
for her to speak. “Michael?” Marcie said softly.
“Yes?”
“I would choose him.”
“I know.”
Michael sat softly stroking Marcie's hair, letting her accept the truth she had
finally been willing to admit. Marcie slowly sat up, wiping her tears and her
make up onto her sleeve. “What does this mean?” she asked.
“It means it was too soon.”
“But I honestly love you, as well.”
“I know that too.”
“So now what?”
“Now we start over. If you want to, that is. If you’re ready.”
“I’m ready, if you still want me.”
“Of course I still want you. I love you.”
Marcie took a deep breath. She held out her hand and looked into Michael’s
eyes once again. “Hi,” she said. “I’m Marcie Walsh.”
Michael smiled and shook her hand. “Nice to meet you, Marcie Walsh. I’m
Michael McBain.”
Katjam007
Aftermath
Version 3
(10.30.04)
“Where did your
girlfriend go?” the waitress asked.
Michael took the tray from her and let it drop on the table. The cake platter
and small ring box clattered against each other. He couldn’t even look at
them. “She’s gone,” he muttered.
“Oh wow,” she said, her voice filled with surprised sympathy. “She just
left?”
“Yep. She just…left.”
The waitress paused, then looked at her watch. “Listen, I’m about to go on
break. How about I buy you a beer? You look like you could use one.”
Michael looked up at her, and noticed the woman for the first time. She was
pretty, with long black hair, dark colored eyes and a body that would stop any
man in his tracks. “Sure. I’ll take a beer.”
“Be right back.”
While she was gone he picked up the black box and turned it from side to side.
He didn’t want to think about the engagement ring inside, or about the
expression of delight he’d imagined seeing on Marcie’s face when she opened
it. He didn’t want to think about their fight, or about how even though he
knew he was right, she still made him feel like he was a jerk for saying what
had to be said.
He didn’t want to think about anything at all.
“Here you go.” The waitress returned and placed the beer in front of him,
then sat down in Marcie’s chair. She lifted her bottle in the air and smiled.
“Here’s to you straightening things out with your girlfriend.”
He didn’t toast back. “I don’t know if we can straighten it out. I’m not
sure I even want to.”
“You don’t mean that. I saw how excited you were about her birthday, and how
much you wanted to surprise her with that ring. Every woman should have a man
love her like that.” Her smile slid from her face and she glanced away.
Michael studied her for a moment. “What’s your name?”
She looked back at him. “Toni.”
“Michael,” he said, and held out his hand. She shook it with a firm,
confident grip. “Something tells me I’m not the only one who’s been
unlucky in love.”
She sipped her beer. “You’re not.”
“Want to talk about it?”
“Not really. I’d rather talk about you.”
Michael blinked. When was the last time someone wanted to listen to him? To get
to know him better? Not Marcie, that was for sure. In between her job and her
book and her school and her causes and her family and her friends, she had no
time for him. Unless she needed him to take her to the train station or fix her
computer, then she suddenly noticed him again.
“What do you do for a living?” Toni asked.
“I’m a doctor. At Llanview Hospital.”
She leaned back in her chair. “Really? A doctor and gorgeous? And she walked
out on you?” Toni shook her head. “She must be nuts.”
He cracked a smile, pleased by her compliment. Now this was a nice girl. Pretty,
too. Very pretty. Guilt stabbed at him. He shouldn’t be thinking about how
pretty and nice Toni was. He loved Marcie. Hell, a few minutes ago he was about
to pop the question.
But what had he gotten for his trouble? A sagging cake, a useless ring, and a
bunch of attitude. Not to mention a girlfriend who was physically and
emotionally MIA for him 90% of the time. He didn’t need that. Not when there
were other women out there…women who would actually pay attention to him. Not
screech at him and then walk out.
He took a long pull from his beer and then leaned forward on the table, moving
closer to Toni. “So. How long have you been working here?”
******
Marcie paced in the parking lot outside of Rodi’s. How dare Michael accuse her
of not noticing him? Of not being there for him? She was there for him- and for
everyone else too. Didn’t he understand that was part of the problem? Everyone
needed her—her family, her friends, her job, now her editor. It was if she
were being pulled in a thousand directions and her muscles were about to rip
apart. Why couldn’t he see she was overwhelmed? That she was tired? That she
was…
That I’m selfish.
She stopped in her tracks. The last ten minutes all she’d thought about was
herself. How everything was affecting her. She remembered Michael slamming his
medical book in front of her, telling her how he had to learn everything in it
for boards. How she had said it was his fault she didn’t know he had tests
coming up. Yes, he should have told her. But she should have realized he was
under pressure before then.
Sighing, she put her hands in her jacket pocket. She really screwed up this
time. And walking out on him had been about the most immature thing she’d ever
done. She couldn’t leave it like this—she had to say she was sorry. She had
to make it up to him. But would he even want to listen to her?
She took a deep breath and headed back to the bar. He’d said he loved her, and
she had to cling to that.
When she approached the front door, she paused, and peeked through the window to
make sure he was still there. Then her stomach dropped. He was there all
right—talking to the pretty bartender. Sharing a beer with the woman, while
her birthday cake was right next to them on the table.
Marcie pressed her lips tightly together as hurt bubbled up inside her. How
could he do this to her? They have one fight and he’s already hitting on the
first woman to come along? He hadn’t changed…he was still the same jerk
he’d been when they first met.
******
“My break’s almost over,” Toni said to Michael. “I’ve really enjoyed
talking to you. I get off in a couple of hours. How about we continue our
conversation then…at my place?”
Michael looked at her. She was nice to talk to. And pretty. And she’d given
him fifteen minutes of her undivided attention, which had been more than Marcie
had provided for him the entire past month. His beer was gone too, and he should
be relaxed. He should be tempted. He should be interested.
But he wasn’t. As nice as Toni was, and as much as his ego was enjoying the
attention, he wasn’t tempted by her offer. “I’m sorry,” he said,
standing up. “I may feel like ringing my girl’s neck right now, but I still
love her. I can’t betray her. I won’t betray her.”
Toni rose, and a wry grin appeared on her face. “Like I said, she’s lucky to
have a guy like you. I hope you work it out.”
“Thanks for the beer.”
“Anytime.” Toni returned back to the bar.
Michael grabbed his jacket, scooped up the ring and placed it in his pocket. He
needed to find Marcie. They needed to talk.
*****
Marcie cursed under breath and looked away. Jerk. Loser. Idiot. Her shoulders
sagged. She loved the jerk-loser-idiot. And the fact that she’d been a
bigger-jerk-loser-idiot made her realize she couldn’t get mad at him for just
talking to someone. He’d be talking to her right now if she hadn’t walked
out like a petulant child. It was time to grow up.
She turned to go into Rodi’s, but her face collided with something solid, warm
and familiar.
“Marcie?” Michael lightly touched her arms. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” she said, a slight sharpness to her voice. She softened her
tone. “I mean, I’m fine. Well, I’m not really fine…I’m miserable.”
Michael’s eyes darted to the window. “Have you been out here long?”
“Long enough.”
He closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them. “Look, it’s not what you
think. We were just talking—“
“I know.”
“Having a beer, completely innocent—“
“Michael, I know.” She reached up and put her finger to his lips. “And I
know I’ve been selfish. And I was wrong to storm out of here. Can you forgive
me?”
He paused, then gathered her up into his arms.
She leaned against his chest and sighed. “Thank you.”
He hugged her, then released her. “Marcie, we have to talk about this. We have
to come to some kind of understanding. Set some kind of boundaries. You’re
number one in my life. I want to know I’m number one in yours.”
“You are, Michael. I just have a lousy way of showing it.” She stood on
tiptoe and kissed him. “But that’s about to change.”
“Really?” He lifted his brows.
“Your place or mine?” she said, rubbing up against him. “Or we could just
find the nearest hotel and book a room.”
He grinned and grabbed her hand. “Now that’s the best offer I’ve had all
day.”
NancyGe
Aftermath
Version 4
(10.31.04)
Note:
Writing an aftermath was difficult not only because there are three great ones
already out there but because of the contradictory character traits of Michael
that have been written. Is he a socially inept nerd or a babe magnet
womanizer?....I have a hard time believing he's both. So in this scenario, he's
the nerd. Plus, I've been experiencing some real negativity toward Marcie lately
so this attempt is less than balanced.—NancyGe 10.31.04
Marcie adjusted her pillow for probably the 15th time and still could not get
comfortable. She kept going over the evening's conversations in her head and was
filled with regrets of what she could've or should've said.
Michael said he had something special planned for her birthday. He was the one
who insisted she call Jen. When she did and got no answer, she was worried. She
didn't expect to be gone long and didn't expect to find Paul Cramer attacking
Jen when she got to the Love Shack. She almost cancelled her plans with Michael
then but Jen had insisted. Then Gretchen called. Then Eric called. Time got away
from her. When she got back to Rodi's, Michael was by himself. He didn't look
particularly happy. She had offered to apologize to John and Evangeline. And
then he had blown up at her out of the blue it had seemed to her but he
obviously had been sitting on this anger and not saying anything. It had gone
downhill from there. She hadn't meant to bring up Al but what he said was
unforgivable. He really had no idea what their relationship was like and
shouldn't have made comments about it. And yet despite herself, she loved
Michael. Not more than Al or less than Al, it was just there. Just like a parent
could love their two completely different children-not equally but individually
for what made each child unique. She wished she could talk to Al about it but he
had stopped appearing to her in early February.
When Marcie finally drifted off to sleep, her rearranged pillow was covered with
tears. Her dreams were filled with images of Al. She was starting to make sense
of everything when she was startled awake.
"Ugghhh, sorry. Thought you'd still be out with Michael...in fact I almost
brought Rex here to spend the night. I thought you'd be with Michael at the
hotel," said Shannon.
Marcie groaned. Could her birthday get any worse? The thought of having them in
the throes of passion when she was so miserable was more than she could take.
Rex and Shannon hadn't shown up for her birthday so Marcie guessed that Michael
hadn't invited them knowing how she felt about spending the night in Rex's
company.
"And why would you automatically assume I'd be staying there?"
"We ran into John at Ultraviolet. He said he left your party before you got
there but he was sure you two would rather be alone. So you going to let me see
it?"
Marcie turned on the light by her bed so she could see Shannon better.
"What are you talking about?"
"Oh, you're keeping it quiet then? John didn't mean to tell me but he left
something slip and I kind of wormed it out of him?"
"What!!!?" Marcie said in utter frustration. "What are you
talking about?"
"Your engagement. Why are you acting so dense?"
Omygod, Omygod, Omygod, thought Marcie. Now everything was beginning to make
sense. "Shannon, I'm acting dense because I am dense. Do what you want with
the room, I'm going to try to salvage the rest of my birthday."
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He answered the door on the first knock. His eyes were puffy and she guessed
that he had slept even less than her.
"Marcie?"
"First of all, I love you. Know that before I say anything else. And I was
wrong," she said allowing her eyes to trail over to the small box on the
dresser and the small birthday cake.
"You're saying you're wrong about anything? Are you sure this isn't my
birthday?"
"Michael, this isn't funny."
"Honey, I know it isn't. Does it look like I've been laughing?"
"No but you should have seen me before I cleaned up. Can we talk
awhile?" she asked moving him toward the bed.
"Michael, when you said Al and I had never faced any of the everyday things
a couple goes through, I just couldn't listen any more. He's been gone a little
over a year. My feelings are still raw. It just isn't right that he was taken.
I'm still here, and he's not, and that will never be ok. And it's my fault that
he died."
"Your fault...no it isn't."
"It is. I was left for dead in that dumpster. He saved me. I gave him the
virus."
"None of that was your fault. Of course, he saved you; he loved you. I love
you but I can't compete with your memories of him."
"But you don't have to. I never told you about our early relationship did
I?"
"No, and I'm not sure I want to hear it either."
"Well, you're not leaving. When I met Al, I was working at the hospital and
Jen was pregnant with his baby."
"What?"
"That's how she and I got to be friends. She used him to get pregnant to
trap Cristian....Natalie's husband...into marriage. I fixed her charts so it
looked like the date of conception was earlier."
"Why would you do something like that?"
"For Jen's friendship. She was so popular and I thought if I were her
friend, other people would want to be with me too."
"Oh, sweetie," he said hugging her.
"Well, she and I actually did become friends and he and I were sparring
partners until he started flunking out of school and his parents hired me to
tutor him. And he got hooked on speed."
"And you did a one-woman intervention?"
"Yeah" she said smiling at the memory. "And he opened up the
world for me. Except for Jen, every friend I have I met through him. He brought
me music and passion and you."
"Yes....I told you I saw him all the time after he died....he kept pushing
me to give you more chances, telling me my future was with you."
"And that's the only reason we're together?"
"No, of course not. I love you. And it's not less than Al or more than Al.
It's love for you exactly the way you are."
"Marcie, I love you," he said kissing her.
"I know you do. And I'm sorry if I took you for granted. I just always feel
like such a screwup next to you. You never seem to need anything. It made me so
happy to take care of you when you broke your leg. "
"But that's just the thing. I need you more than anything. And not just
when I'm injured. You're the first person I really connected with outside my
family. You brought me back to my family."
"You never had girlfriends before?"
"Well, not in high school. I went on a few dates but I wasn't very
sophisticated. I didn't have a lot of money to spend or a car so pretty much, I
was left out of all that. College was better and when I got into medical school,
I went out a lot but I really didn't have time or interest in getting involved
with anyone. But I've never had anyone I could really count on before."
"And why were you ever interested in me?"
"Aside from you being beautiful?"
"Knock it off."
"I'm not kidding. But beside that, you were volunteering at the hospital.
You were hurting yourself and yet your smile lit up even the crabbiest patients.
You made my job easier, and I wanted to get know some people in Llanview. And
then I blew it and to be truthful, after you dismissed me, I wasn't particularly
interested in you either."
"But that changed?"
"Of course, you saved my life. Even if that didn't create a bond with us, I
started re-examining my life and I didn't like what I saw. And I wanted you in
it. I never completely understood why but I never questioned it either." He
kissed her and gently lowered both of them onto the bed.
"Michael, marry me!"
"I don't think I can give you an answer this minute but I hope you'll ask
again in 3 minutes, or 6 minutes or an hour or....," he said chuckling at
her. "And if you don't..."
"You'll ask me?"
"Exactly," he said.
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