#muse michael

@thestcryofus

Mickaaay! You-you come when I call you boy. You good for nothing piece of shit.

Hank was on his nightly bender, and by the looks of it, he had reached his peak. Michael had no intention of participating in Hank's version of punching bags. Instead, he  grabbed his bag, and filled it with the first shirt he found, along with his wallet. There were files he was certain were at the clerk’s office that could reveal where he really came from. Maybe if he found those answers, he could get off this god forsaken planet, and be with his people. Heck, he might even have a family. A family that gave a crap about him. Anything was better than what he had.

Michael took a cab to a nearby convenience store, and bought a bunch of chocolates. It would be the perfect excuse in case he got caught. Excuse or...even bribe. Either way, they wouldn’t question too much if he had a good enough story that didn’t have anything to do with him.

He went to the county’s office, and low and behold, the plan had worked. Michael made up some sappy story about how the kids needed donations at the orphanage, and the deputy ate it up. He was able to sneak past him enough to go through a few files but nothing. Just when he thought it was all for naught, he saw a key. Picking it up, he was hit with a vision of a dome that seemed familiar to him.

The next morning he climbed through Max's window, pleading him to help him go through more things. Perhaps there were answers to where they came from. Max insisted not to, and it only infuriated him more. All he could do was think of that vision, and here was Max dismissing the urgency. It was almost like Max had no intention of finding out the truth about their lives, and why they were here. He was much too content on his perfect human life.

For Michael, this mission to find out about their meaning was what kept him safe, what kept going day to day. He had no one, until he met Isabel and Max again. They were lucky to have great parents but he had not been, as lucky. Needing to keep his thoughts at bay, he reasoned a bit distraction like school would at least crowd his mind. Heading to Art class, and ignoring his teachers sarcastic remark of his return, he sat down with the other classmates. He hastily got a canvas and started at work re-creating the image he had in his mind since had touched the key.

Without intending to, he had almost perfectly replicated his vision. It was enough for the teacher to comment how good it was and called it a geodesic dome. He was taken a back there was a name for it. After class, he researched and found that it was in the book among us. A book that was lent to Max. When he got the location he tried one more time to get Isabel and Max to come. He knew before his words sounded like a goose chase. But surely now that he had done research and found something credible they would budge.

It was a big disappointment when again for the second time he was turned down. It didn't matter that he had proven them wrong, it was reckless. It was dangerous and that was all they could see. But that wasn't enough to scare Michael. This could be a way to prove himself capable. He was gonna find a way to drive there.

He went to the crash-down cafe, trying to think of his next move, when it was almost like destiny had reigned upon him. He overheard Maria saying she had to make a delivery for her mother. Didn’t he avoid her earlier when they were partnered up for that stupid project they gave them to find out the person’s history, or some crap like that? He got up from the booth, and leaned over the counter. “I could help, you know. I could give you some answers to that bullshit questionnaire. But you shouldn’t expect much.” 

Michael figured he’d stick through whatever it was she was arguing with her mom about, and when she was caught off guard, he’d take the car. He’d of course return it afterwards, so it wouldn’t be that big a deal. This Maria girl was always neurotic that he couldn’t consider her tagging along. She’d ruin all of it, and this was important.

  “Let me guess, you want a direct meeting with dear old dad, but I’m warning you. He will give the most cryptic answer known to celestials.”

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He’d been following his impulses. Hadn’t expected to be as attached to her as he now was. Part of him wanted to keep being selfish--it was the first time in his life he actually had something that was his. A relationship. One that was elective and not predetermined as he now understood him, Max, and Isabel were. But he wasn’t human. She was. He wasn’t even suppose to be here. He had an entire life, an entire legacy he’d yet to discover. He was going to have to leave her behind some day. That was the hard truth. She was tethered. Had roots in this place, when he didn’t. 

He couldn’t ask her to leave it all behind for him. Even if a part of him really wanted her to. It wouldn’t be fair. But, Michael wasn’t one of those people to communicate these things easily. He was a complicated man that kept his personal feelings too close to his chest for safe keeping. Even if he was thinking all of this, his answer and his reaction didn’t elude to it. Because that would mean he was an open book to her--he wasn’t.

@xstabcastx ​   “We’re together, that’s all that matters.” maria x michael

THE CROW: STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN

Michael had very little faith most things would work out. But, he knew she was right. He tried to go it alone for so long, it felt good to have people around. Even better when he actually opened up to them--which wasn’t easy. A part of him felt it made him too susceptible to more bullshit being thrown his way, but it felt good to be part of something bigger than himself. 

The thought of leaving her behind crossed his mind. Give her a decent chance at a normal life without the complications he brought to the table. But, he couldn’t make that sacrifice. He needed her in his orbit too much. So, he asked her to come with him. He felt relieved to her say that. They stared at each other for a few moments before he kissed her forehead, closing his eyes. “Thank you.”

Like that advice ever got them anywhere. Michael was impulsive and determined. If he really wanted to do something, he would. But, he could hear it in her tone how determined she was he didn’t do this. Lips pressed in a stress line, he spoke back into the phone. “Look--I promise I’ll be careful, alright? Just don’t tell Liz, or anyone. I know what I’m doing and I’ll call you the moment I’m out.”

This was music to Michael’s ears. Ever since he’s gotten a better hang of his powers, he’s felt more together. Better suited for these intel missions. But this wasn’t an intel mission, it was a search, retrieve and destroy operation. He nodded at Max’s orders and crossed his arms. “You sure we’re doing this? Because there’s no going back from here.”

( * &. ━  NEW GIRL SENTENCE STARTERS

Michael’s once again reminded he’s surrounded by too many women in his life. They’re at the annual fair, and Iz is in one of her moods. He can’t remember if this is one of the events she’s planned. He’s going with no--since he hasn’t been roped into anything yet, but the jury was still out. He bit off a piece of beef jerky before his gaze focused on her. He raised his snack as an offering. “Want some?” he asked, doing his best to avoid the ‘murder,’ part. He wasn’t too sure, but it felt like baiting. Something told him if he asked, she’d ask for a favor and he actually wanted a chill day. As her gaze grew sour on him, he resigned. “Fine, who do you want to murder now?” 

He’s flipping burgers, and the steam is making the perspiration on his forehead start to condense. It’s not that busy at The Crashdown, but a table of four had just come in, so he was getting ahead of it. All so Dawn could finish her story. Hell--he thought stuff was weird here in Roswell. But this Sunnydale crap? Wow. As he moved the onions over to the less heated area, he glanced up at Dawn. “So you’ve been kidnapped how many times?”