Payback’s a Bitch

Timeline: February 14th, Valentine’s Day, 2008

It was four days after the episode of what happened at the motel with Tara. Michael had been spending time in his and Ramiel’s sanctom on top of the hill behind his house. Lately he has been keeping pretty much to himself, working on his magical studies. He has barely slept those past few nights, rarely come down to get anything to eat.

It was about midnight, there was a feint glow coming from the small two room log cabin, that was the sanctom. All was quiet, except the occasional muttering, that was undecipherable.

Selene stood outside the cabin. “Michael,” she called out. “Come out and talk to me.”

Selene could hear some shuffling of papers, and other objects. Then a haggard looking Michael opened the door and stepped outside. As he got closer, Selene could see the dark circles under his eyes, and his hair was unkempt.

Sounding tired, he said, “Yes Selene, what can I do for you?”

“We need to talk.” She took a step forward. “Man, you look like crap. Why aren’t you taking better care of yourself?”

Michael looked at himself, and shrugged his shoulders. “I have had my mind on other things. What would you like to talk about?”

“Why have you been avoiding me?”

“I haven’t been just avoiding you,” Michael said. “But to answer your question, the reason I have been avoiding you is, shame. The look that I saw on your face, when I came out of the motel room, well after the fight. I just couldn’t face you, the guilt I felt, the look of disappointment and hatred I think I saw on your face outside the motel room. I just….” Michael’s voice just trailed off, leaving the distance between them quiet.

“Just what?” Selene stood there, arms crossed, her face impassive.

Michael held her gaze with tired eyes. “I just couldn’t face you after what happened. Plus I didn’t know what to say about what happened. So I hid, not just from you, but from everyone else. For different reasons.”

“So you’d rather just hide than talk to me about it, work things out?”

“Actually no, I came up here to try and focus my thoughts. Doing things, like cleaning my guns, or just crafting things with my hands, helps me to focus my mind. But these past few days, it doesn’t seem even that is helping.” Michael took a deep breath, and let it out slowly, as he rubbed his tired eyes.

“Trust me when I say this, I would like things to work out. The couple of weeks before that night, I was walking around as one of the happiest people in town. I was told by the one person I truly care for that I was going to be a father.”

“So, what are you going to do about it?”

Michael took a closer step to Selene, out of exhaustion Michael fell to his knees on the hard turf. With his head bowed he spoke, “I don’t know what to do anymore. I can kneel here and ask you to forgive me. What would you like me to do?”

“Tell me why you did it.”

“Why? Well I guess what happened was that I was drunk, and was also 19 again. I guess the mix of youthful hormones, alcohol, and the company of a teenage Ramiel and Ironclaw, might be factors in the things I did that night.”

“I see.” Selene looked down at him. “You want what we had back, right?”

“Yes, I want what he had back,” Michael responed.

“Fine. Then you’re going to have to earn it.” She straightened up and put her hands down at her sides. “You’re going to have to win me back.” Selene turned on her heel and started to walk back down the hill.

Michael watched as Selene walked away, lost in thougt for a moment. A sly smile started to form on his lips, as he began to think of ways of winning Selene back. Slowly rising to his feet, Michael went back into the small cabin. Once inside he blew out the oil lamps, and then left the cabin.

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