Timeline: November 29, 2008
It was a day after Chaska, Lyla, and Michael got back after hiding the bronze wheel in the ancient pyramid in Shadow. Michael was feeling on edge as of late, due to things that have happened over the past six months that he was away with Ramiel.
So steeling himself, just in case things went bad, Michael went in search of Lyla. Hoping to talk to her privately, about a few things he had on his mind.
It was early evening, and Michael went to the Blood & Brew, to start his search off looking for Lyla.
He met her on the path. She was speaking via headset to someone on her cell phone. “It’s on it’s way,” she said in a businesslike voice. “Watch the girls. If that asshole comes around again, I want you to call me.” She paused to listen to a response, then said, “Yeah I know. I’ll be sending someone to pick you up this time. Two days. You can trust him. He’ll have the package.” Another pause, then, “Bye.”
She pulled off the headset and then turned off the phone. Spotting Michael she said, “Hey.”
“Just the person I was looking for,” Michael said. “There is something I’ve been wanting to talk to you about. Do you have a free moment?”
She eyed him. “Really. I can give you a little time. What do you need, Michael?”
“There have been a few things that have been bothering me since I’ve gotten back into town,” he started. “One thing concerns you, Lyla. It has come to my attention that you believe, or have thought that I was replacing you in Ramiel’s life. And I would like to know if this is true, or not.”
“In the case of the search for his missing daughter, Michael, you did replace me. He chose to take you and not me,” she said flatly. “He had his reasons and he thought he was doing what was best for him, me, and his hunt. I’ve accepted them. He knows I don’t agree with them, but we’ve moved on.
“I also know what the two of you did together with Roxis.” She looked at him steadily.
A cold anger crept into his eyes, at the mention of her knowing about what they had done.
“Thats where you are wrong Lyla,” Michael said. “He didn’t ask me to go with him, he just told me that he was going. So I made the choice to go, just to keep his ass out of any serious trouble.
“And as for the thing with Roxas, do you really think I did that for fun? And another thing, I don’t care to be spied upon. And if I hear of it happening again, well…. Let’s just say that I like you, and I wouldn’t want you to get hurt.”
She got directly into his face. “You better back that threat up right now, you sonofabitch. I don’t give a shit if he asked you or not. He didn’t make you do a damn thing. You made a choice. I was going to let this go. For Ramiel’s sake. Then you pull this shit? From here on out, Michael, if you are going to accuse me of something and then threaten me, you had better expect to defend your words.”
Michael’s jaw clenched, and his eyes narrowed for a moment. Then they softened, as he unclenched his jaw, taking a deep breath before he spoke.
“Look Lyla, I’m sorry, but that bit about Roxas is something I’m trying to forget. I didn’t find it very pleasurable, having my magical energy drained from me while doing something sexual.”
Michael then turned away from Lyla, then he said over his shoulder, “I don’t think he would ever replace you for anyone else.”
Lyla waited a moment to see if he was going to walk away. When he didn’t, she said, “I’m not going to speak to your back, Michael.”
Micheal turned around and looked at Lyla.
Once he faced her again she said, “What else did you want from me?”
“I was wanting to know where I could find Selene,” Michael said. “I would like to see our child.”
“I’m not sure I should tell you,” she said. “In any case, I don’t think you’ll find out where the baby is that way. She’s feeling some separation anxiety over it.”
“And why won’t you tell me,” Michael asked. “And why isn’t our child with Selene?”
“Because if you go see her, you’ll upset her and she’s already emotionally fragile,” Lyla said. “Her baby isn’t with her because it doesn’t need to be to survive. She had the baby while you were gone and took care of him for what was it? Five months I think. She’d intended from the beginning, though, to give him to people we trust to raise. It was the best thing for her to do, really. The child is… difficult. It was wearing her nerves dangerously thin, in my judgment. Nor could she afford the medical bills he was piling up. So, it was time. She’ll be fine and so will the boy.”
“Difficult? What do you mean difficult,” Michael asked as he started to pace back and forth, rambling as he went. “Was there a problem with the delivery? Medical bills? I can handle those, just need to finish a few projects. I should have been here, I should have been here. Oh my god, I have a son.”
“Yes you should have, if this was that important to you,” Lyla agreed. “Stress induced premature labor or something, I think he said. Dr. Beckett could tell you all about it. Poor little guy was two months early. Had to live on respirators. Actually, little guy came out healthy as a horse — well for a premie anyway.”
“Look, I know I have fucked up many things in what time I have lived here, in Eldon Well,” Michael said. “I know I am not the best person to care for a child. Mostly due to the stuff we all get ourselves into, especially stuff that has happened recently. What with the four horsemen and all. But I would like to at least see and hold him once.
“If not, you might as well rip the rest of what I have for a heart out of my chest, and stomp on it.” Michael paused for a moment, the asked, “Could you at least tell me what he is named?”
“It’s not me whose doing any ripping here, Michael,” Lyla pointed out. “I’m the one actually talking to you about this where no one else has. Selene’s feelings and her health and her well being mean a lot more to me right now than yours do. Selene’s son is named Johnny. She wasn’t sure what to name him when he was born so she named him using the first name of the doctor that delivered him.”
“Look, Lyla,” Michael said, “I don’t want to give Selene anymore undue emotional stress right now, with me showing up to talk. I will not bother her about this for 3 months. After that time, I will approach again, to ask to see our son. If Selene decides to talk to me before then, I leave that up to her.”
Lyla nodded. “Okay.”
“I still care deeply for Selene, and I don’t want to hurt her feelings anymore than I have,” Michael said. “And again, I’m sorry about earlier, I just have been on edge as of late, and I snapped at you. There was something else I was wanting to talk to you about, but it can wait. I still need to run a few experiments to see if it will work.
“I think I have kept you long enough, talk with you later.” Michael then turned to leave, but turned back for a moment and said, “If anyone needs me, I’ll be in my shop. I have a lot of stuff to catch up on. So if anyone is looking for me, I will probably be there.”
She nodded again and they parted ways.