A/N: wow i finally made a blog. I’m gonna post fics about ahs on here. but i don’t know how often i’ll post but o well, we’ll see.
Summary: When Michael arrived at outpost 3, he surely didn’t think that he would meet you there again, but he did.
Warnings: maybe a little sad Michael? for the rest nothing
Pairing: Michael Langdon x grey!reader
Wordcount: 1,6 K
He was on top of the world. Everybody in the room looked at him with fear in their eyes, even Miss Venable who seemed unbreakable to everyone was too scared to even look him in the eyes. A new found confidence is glowing off him. A warm buzz spreads through his chest as a proud smile creeps into his lips.
That was until he spots you. The buzz was suddenly replaced with a dull feeling of pain, the smile dropping slightly. You were the only one who dared to look him in the eyes. The only one that dared to smile at him.
God, what that smile did to him. He expected you to jump up from your chair and run into his arms like you always did. But you didn’t. You didn’t move a muscle except for the ones in your face to flash him another one of those heartwarming smiles.
His fists clench together behind his back. Someone did something to you, or rather, to your memories. He already knows he did it. Nobody would do something to you except for Cordelia. She is the only person, except for Michael, that you would allow to come close enough to affect you.
“ I want to go first! “ Mr Gallant yells out. The whole room looks at him. Of course, he wants to go first, he’ll do anything if it meant that he could talk to a man, especially if they are as handsome as Michael is.
Michael nods, not being able to do anything else. He turned around and started walking towards his new office but not before signalling Mr Gallant to follow him. He looks at you with a smirk before following Michael like a hungry puppy following a butcher.
You don’t even react to him or to anyone in the room for that matter. Your eyes are focussed on Michael, following him until he has left the room. Something about him seems familiar. A weary cloud lays over his image in your head but one thing is all to clear in your mind. The look in his eyes when he saw you, it was like you were a friend that he thought was dead.
“ He wants to see you. “ Ms Mead says. She doesn’t need to tell you who wants to see you, you already know. Of course, you were the last one to be interviewed. All the greys were last. You are all happy to leave the bucket full of soapy water and brush behind on the ground. You push yourself off the ground and start to make your way to the office.
With shaky hands, you try to straighten out your clothes to look somewhat presentable. You don’t know why your so nervous but something about him makes your heart beat faster and makes excitement flows through your blood.
You knock softly on the door. It opens by itself. Slightly taken back by it, you enter the room, softly closing the door behind you. Michael has to try his best not to jump out of his chair as you enter the room. He points to the chair in front of him. You take the queue and sit down in it.
He leans forward on the desk, letting his elbows rest on the hard wooden surface as he studies your face. A confused gloss is cast over once twinkling eyes. Your always bright smile is cast on your face yet the fear and confusion in your eyes tell him that you aren’t feeling how others think you are.
You were never one to shower your true emotion, only showing happiness to please others and make them feel comforted. But right now, Michael isn’t the one that should be comforted, it’s you. Oh, how much he just wants to hold and cuddle with you on his bed while telling you it is all okay. But he can’t.
To the others, he said some words and threats about how he knows if they are lying but with you, he doesn’t want to do that. He wants you to like him, not fear him. He clears his throats and grabs your file, pretending to look at it.
“ You are at top health. And you have some good DNA, I suppose. “. He lays the file down on the desk with such force that it makes you jump slightly. “ But it says nothing about who you are. “.
“ Who I am? “ you ask. “ Isn’t my name at the top of the file, sir? “. Goosebumps arise from Michael’s skin as he finally hears your voice again. He has been here for nearly a week now, but your voice had remained unheard to him, until this moment. It sounds like music in his ears.
“ Have you ever loved someone? “ he asks, completely ignoring your comment. You shrug your shoulder. “ I don’t know. “. Michael stands up form his seat and slowly makes his way over you and then sits down in the seat next to you.
“ Have you ever loved someone so much that they take over every thought in your head? That the idea of being without them gives you physical pain? “. You look at him, dead in the eye. He can see the wheels turning in your head, trying to reach for something that isn’t there.
“ Well, there is this one boy, “ you say. “ He has blond hair. I can never see his face when I think of him or remember his name. But I-I get this feeling of warmth in my chest when I think of him. “.
In his head, Michael is jumping up and down, dancing on the desk as he sings a victory song, but his body remains still. You remember him. You actually have a memory of him still left. Something that you can grasp onto, something that can help him get your memories back.
“ Why can’t you remember him? “ he asks as he leans back in the chair, trying to look uninterested. “ Well, I have this accident a couple months before the bombs dropped. Got a bad concussion. My mom said that I might have got some memory loss from that. “.
Of course, Cordelia would have wiped your memories. She couldn’t have just left you to die during the apocalypse. Michael wanted to murder her, hurt her in a way that she’ll be begging to die. She will pay for taking away one of the only people in his life that he trusts.
“ Do you think it’s unfair that you are a grey? “ he asks. In his eyes, it couldn’t be more unfair. You deserve to hang around and not have to worry about making dinner or cleaning the bedroom floor. You shouldn’t have to scrub every nook and cranny of the house until your hands start to blister.
“ No, “ you answer. “ It brings me some relief actually. I can just clean everything and have so time to be alone with my mind. And I’ve always enjoyed taking care of others, even if that includes spending my days on my knees scrubbing the floors. “.
This didn’t surprise Michael. You always cleaned his room when you came over and you made sure to take some freshly baked goods with you, enough for the whole school.
“ So you haven’t ever thought about pushing one of those purples down on the ground and make them clean for you? “. He made sure to spit out the word “purples” like it was venom in his mouth. You shake your head with a bright smile.
“ Never, sir. “. Michael scoots a little closer to you. “ Please, call me Michael. “. He lets his hand drop on your arm and starts to rub circles against your soft skin, a habit that he never got rid off. You expected yourself to jerk away from his touch, but instead, you melted right into it.
He wants to say something, but a loud knock on the door interrupts him. Miss Mead’s head pops out from behind it. “ Finish up your interview. Dinner is about to be served. “. And as soon as she came, she left.
Michael looks back at you again. “ I want you here first thing in the morning. I want to continue this. “. You nod as you stand up. You don’t know if you should give him a hand or just leave. Before you can do anything, he pulls you in for a hug. You never expected him to just hug people that he met five minutes ago but if it’s what he wanted then you wouldn’t want to disobey that.
He inhales your scent, still the same fresh yet sweet as ever. You wrap your arms around him for a quick second before releasing him again. The left corner of his mouth has slowly crept up. This is the first time that you have actually seen him smile, and god, do you want him to do it again.
You quickly make your way over to the door. You turn around to find him staring at you. “ Aren’t you coming for dinner? “. Michael shakes his head as he sits down behind his desk again. “ I’m not hungry. “. You shoot him another smile as you pull the door open. “ Well, see you tomorrow, Michael. “.
He waves briefly at you before you close the door behind you. The way you said his name bounces around in his mind. He wishes he could record it and play it on repeat. Over and over and over and over, until he would go insane form the repeating sound. But even then, he would probably keep playing it.
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