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"Promises"
Title: Promises
Author: Ramona
Rating: R
Pairing: Torksmith!
Genre: Slash.
Warnings:
Language and sexual innuendos.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Monkees and make no aspersions
toward their sexualities.
Summary: Reasons behind Peter's leaving the group.
Author's
Note: Real Life Peter/Mike. :)
Although they don't know it yet, this is the last time
all four Monkees will be in the same room for several years.
Peter is sitting across
from Mike, both saying nothing and drinking little. Everyone in the room is feeling
the growing tension.
At this point Peter has officially left the group and is completely
out of his contract. The "Monkees" have just finished filming their first and last
television special.
Mike is staring directly across the table at Peter; Peter is purposely
avoiding his eyes.
Although no one knows it, Mike is taking Peter's quitting the group
very heavily. The only person who has a clue of his feelings is Micky. He's the only
person, other than the two people in the relationship, who knows about the relationship,
and the way it ended. So lately Micky is feeling very protective of Mike. He knows
Mike is using his smart ass sarcasm to cover up what he's really feeling.
While Mike
sits there in silence, still staring at Peter, Micky and Davy are getting more and
more wasted on the other half of the table.
Finally Micky speaks.
"So Peter, how's
the love life?" Micky asks cockily as him and Davy lapse into hysterical giggles.
Peter
doesn't waste anytime to try and get out of this situation.
"I don't have to deal
with this shit." Peter says getting to his feet, Mike's eyes following his movement.
"God
Peter it was a joke, calm down." Davy practically yells.
Mike rips his eyes away from
Peter to send Micky a glare that says 'Get out of here already.'
"Come on, Dave! We
can go find some random extra from the set to help relieve this 'tension'." Micky
gestures towards the door.
Davy follows Micky out of the room without a word, leaving
Peter and Mike alone with the tension now rising. Peter sits again, this time further
away from Mike. Peter feels Mike's eyes fall on him once again.
Peter finally turns
around, his eyes meeting Mike's.
"What Michael? Why have you been staring at me all
night? I thought you couldn't stand to see me anymore? Couldn't stand to look at
my stupid hippie face? Isn't that what you said Michael? That's why I left, don't
you remember? Or are you so stubborn you have forgotten we were ever together in
the first place?"
"Peter...this isn't what I wanted. I didn't want you to leave. I
just...I realized that all the promises I made you...they could never come true.
It didn't matter how much we cared for each other. I couldn't just up and leave Phyllis."
"Sure
Michael. I'm sure that's why you told me you never wanted to see me again!"
"I was
trying to protect you!" Mike tries to cut in.
"I loved you Michael." Peter ends in
almost a whisper.
Mike gets up and sits next to Peter, forcing his chair around so
they are face to face.
"I loved you more Peter. I know this is true now because I
still dream about you. I still dream of being with you; of running off with you.
God damnit, I dream of being a dumb, fucking disgusting, queer with you!"
Pter chuckles
slightly before replying.
"Is that so Michael? You have dreams of me, while you're
sleeping next to your wife? You dream of me and my stupid hippie self fucking your
brains out of your head?" Peter leans in closer to Mike.
"...yes Peter...I miss you..."
Mike chokes out.
"We can't go back to the way things were. It's too late for that,
Michael. You've hurt me, and I've had time to let it sink in. I should have known,
you were never planning on truly being with me."
"I guess you're right Peter, we can't
go back. But...can't we at least be friends? I don't want to live without you in
my life...I do still love you..." Mike trails off.
"I'm sorry Michael, but I don't
think I can do that." Peter presses his lips to Mike's, their last and final kiss.
Peter
gets up and walks towards the door.
"I'll see you around Michael."
And with that Peter
leaves. Mike sitting, now silent again, in awe of his only "true" love walking away
from him forever.