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"Saved by the Bell - Part 9"
Title: Saved by the Bell P9
Pairing: Micky/Mike
Rating: NC-17
Author: Woolhat's Traveling
Mood
Micky lay on his bed, systematically finishing some much-needed homework. He
face held the permanent look of disinterest as he blew a large bubble from his gum
and popped it with a loud crack. He fancied going swimming but he knew he had to
tread carefully as his parents had an appointment with his teachers soon and he had
to at least look as if he was trying, he didn't want to put his relationship with
Mike in danger just because he didn't keep up with his school work. Mike was right,
women were very suspicious and his mother already assumed he had a secret girlfriend
hidden somewhere. If only she knew, a smile crossed Micky's face as he twiddled mindlessly
with his pencil.
Suddenly he heard the phone ring in the hall downstairs. He heard
one of his sisters pick up and a few minutes later she was screaming his name up
the stairs. Micky gave a puzzled expression to no one in particular and hurriedly
galloped down the stairs.
"It's some guy called Mike." Debbie told him with annoyance
in her eyes, she was expecting an important call.
"Thanks Deb." Micky beamed as he
snatched the receiver quickly, "Hello Mike?" He murmured timidly.
"Hey Mick, I was
wondering if I could meet you somewhere and we could have a chat, it's kinda important."
"What is it?"
"I'd rather not say on the phone, can you meet me at Roxy's in half
an hour?"
"Sure."
Micky was more confused than ever as he heard the line go dead
on the other end. Mike had sounded a little distraught, not really like Mike at all.
Micky shrugged and grabbed his jacket, informing his sisters of his departure as
he ran out the door.
Roxy's was an old diner near the sea. It was a popular hang
out for high school kids and Micky often went there for a soda after school. It was
reasonably empty that day, as it was Sunday afternoon and all the kids either had
some kind of sports practice or had been roped into doing chores by their parents.
Mike was sitting at a table by the window, gazing wistfully out to sea. His brow
was creased in worry and his eyes seemed pitifully drenched in sadness. Micky stepped
forward warily and took a seat opposite his lover, giving a light cough to announce
his arrival.
Spheres of darkness turned to look at him and they were more pained
than Micky had anticipated. "Hey," Micky smiled, but froze slightly when Mike just
sighed woefully, "What's up?"
"I needed to talk to you."
"Well, go ahead."
"You want
a drink?"
"Sure."
Mike ordered Micky a Coke and waited for it to arrive before he
spoke again so that he wouldn't be interrupted. Micky took a small sip, never taking
his eyes off of Mike, who was wringing his hands nervously. "I have some bad news,"
Mike murmured.
"Go on,"
"I don't really know how to say this."
"Have you got someone
else?" Micky spoke in an everyday tone, immediately suspecting the worst.
"What?
No! Hell no!"
"Well, what is it then?"
"I want you to understand that it wasn't my
decision, it was all organized by Ma,"
"What was?"
Mike looked up to him and he seemed
on the brink of tears.
"I'm going away, Mick."
"What? You're moving?!"
"No, not quite,"
"Then what to you mean? Going where?"
Mike reached across the table and stroked Micky's
face gently, before quickly withdrawing to make sure no one saw.
"Ma's sending me
away, she thinks it'll be better for everyone."
"Well, where? Another school where?"
"The Air Force,"
"What?"
Micky couldn't take anything on board, it all seemed to
be happening so quickly.
"She thinks the hard discipline will do me good." Mike averted
his gaze in defeat and glared at the patterned tiled floor.
Micky was silent, he
didn't know what to think or say, he had gone strangely numb. Finally he spoke. "Why
has she suddenly decided on this?"
"She's been planning it behind my back for some
time. She waited until I was completely enrolled before she told me, I can't escape
now."
Micky wanted to cry. He wanted to burst into tears right there and scream and
shout that it was unfair. They couldn't take Mike away, it wasn't fair. "How long
will you be gone?" His voice quivered, announcing the tears.
"At least eighteen months."
Mike refused to look at Micky, but instead slipped his hand under the table and gripped
Micky's hand tightly.
"When are you leaving?"
That was when Mike caught his eye and
the Texan swallowed hard.
"As soon as the holidays start...in three days."
****************************
Clouds
had appeared in the sky, and Micky glanced at them poignantly as he made his way
to the beach. He felt heavy with sadness and his feet felt like lead as he dragged
them through the sand.
Tomorrow. Mike would be gone tomorrow and all Micky would
have left was a void, a vast emptiness. He noted to himself that he was still a virgin
when it came to women, but he hadn't so much as looked at a girl in months, why should
he when he had Mike? But he had to remind himself that he didn't have Mike anymore.
Mike belonged to the army, belonged to the government. Micky imagined the kind of
sergeants that would be at the Air Force base. They would be square faced, broad
shouldered men who wore shiny black boats and jackets with medals covering every
inch. They would be stern and strict and wouldn't acknowledge Mike's gift of thought,
just craft him into a weapon for the country to abuse.
Micky felt physically sick.
He wondered if he would feel this bad if Mike had simply dumped him for some girl.
Probably not, at least then he could still have a chance of getting back with Mike.
In this circumstance, he was being snatched, torn away from Micky. Micky could literally
feel himself tearing, feel the aching in his body as he yearned to be held, to be
loved.
Mike appreciated him, loved him, that was for sure. But what happened when
he went to that Air base? There would be loads of other men there, many would probably
kill for a bit of young flesh.
Micky shuddered and cut off that last thought. He
didn't want to think of his Mike, his little seventeen-year-old Mike being sent to
share barracks with those men. They were all murderers of course, and they were proud
of it, they got medals for it. But Micky couldn't imagine Mike as a murderer, not
while he still had those beautiful eyes and a heart to match.
As Micky neared the
shoreline, he spotted a shadowy figure sitting on the sand, waiting as promised.Mike
had been crying, it was obvious to see, but Micky didn't make a big deal about it
and tried his best to make their last night together as good as he could manage.
The old beach house was a loyal friend, the bed was still the same, and Micky was
glad that they would always have this. They made love as they had always done, but
it wasn't the same. Mike's kisses weren't as sweet or eternal as they had been and
Micky could feel the chapter drawing to a close.
Micky tried his best to imagine
that this night was the same as any other night, but he couldn't and in the early
hours of the morning, with Mike asleep by his side, he cried with deep, shuddering
tears.
"Micky?" Mike whispered as he was dragged from sleep.
Micky didn't reply but
held his breath, hoping Mike would go back to sleep and leave him to his sorrow,
but he could feel the Texan's eyes burning into him, reading him like a book.
"Don't
cry, Micky." Mike whispered, and his voice quivered.
Micky let out a strangled sob
and he heard Mike give a quiet sound of compassion.
"I'm so sorry, Mick." He murmured,
reaching up to brush some tears from Micky's face, "I've hurt you."
Micky shook his
head frantically; but that only made the tears flow faster and they streaked down
his face and plopped lightly on the pillow beneath him. Mike wriggled closer and
pulled Micky into a deep hug, hoping that it would wash some of the pain away, but
it only seemed to make Micky feel worse.
"I don't want to lose you - you said our
love would never end." Micky sobbed.
"And it won't, I'll always love you Micky. They
could send me to the other side of the world - I'd still love you with all my heart."
Micky sniffed and buried his head in Mike's chest, hiding from the reality of the
situation. Fingers danced through his hair and soothed him gently and soon his eyes
were too heavy and sleep engulfed him. But it was a merciless, nightmarish sleep.
The next day was cloudy, which was disappointing for the first day of the holiday.
Micky hurried along the sidewalk towards the bus station, hoping he'd get there in
time. He couldn't believe that Mike wouldn't be at school anymore and instead he
would be finishing his education at the Air base. Micky shuddered; he didn't want
to think about it.
As he approached he spotted a tall woman with auburn hair whom
he was sure he had seen before. He soon remembered when he got closer and found Mike
talking to her. It was Mike's mom, and immediately Micky felt a chill run down his
spine. She stood perfectly still with her chin slightly raised in the air, giving
a look of utter defiance. She was obviously ignoring Mike's continual begging to
be freed from the fate that lay before him.
Mike looked more handsome than ever,
Micky gave him that. The uniform seemed to suit him perfectly, and gave his slim
frame a look of authority and boldness. It was strange to see him like this, without
his faded jeans and scruffy Triumph T-shirt.
Their eyes met quickly and Mike stopped
his begging and left his ma, hurrying over to Micky's side. "I'm glad you came."
Mike whispered.
"I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if I didn't. I don't want to
waste a minute that I could spend with you."
Mike smiled and gave Micky a hug, a
friendly bear hug as lovers' hugs were impossible outside the walls of privacy. Micky
wished he could hold Mike forever, or even better, quickly grab him and run off together,
but he couldn't, his legs were numb. As Mike pulled back he seemed to have a scowl
on his face, glaring over Micky's shoulder.
Micky turned and found Peter standing
a couple of feet away, a look of triumph on his face. Micky groaned, hoping the blond
would just leave, but he didn't, he came closer.
Just then, Mike broke his scowl
and turned his head back towards the bus. His mother was calling him to leave, and
she too had that triumphant look and Micky felt like the whole world was against
them.
"I'm gonna miss you." Mike murmured, his dark eyes trying to convey what he
really wanted to say.
"Me too." Micky tried to keep the tears at bay.
Mike looked
back at Peter once more and gave a low sigh. "Take care of him for me?" Mike asked
Peter testily as he patted Micky's shoulder. Peter nodded, his face not as smug as
before and both he and Micky watched Mike leave, a woeful step in his stride.
He
didn't say goodbye to his mother as he boarded the bus. The engine roared into life
and Micky's first instinct was to rush in front of the vehicle and prevent it from
moving. But he couldn't, he knew he couldn't stop Mike from leaving, there was too
much driving them apart.
The bus began to trundle down the road and Micky gave a
small wave as he watched it disappear into the distance. He felt a hand on his shoulder
and knew at once that he was well and truly alone.
**************************
The
letters came every other day, telling Micky how loved he was, even from a distance,
but they didn't last long. Soon they slowed to one a week, then one a month, then
they stopped completely and that was when Micky knew that the whole affair was finally
over and he had to move on, dragging his heart behind him.
