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[buries]

free for all: open rp post.

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snuffleupagus please

[feeltheburn]

This was one of the last things Michael wanted to do, but he had no choice. Despite Maddie's protests, he got in his car and drove all night.

He had made a mistake; one he wasn't ready to fess up to. He and Sam were working a job that got dicey. They needed Fiona. They had needed her from the get go, but she wasn't around. And I'm her absence the job unraveled and Sam got shot.

Mike stayed in town until Sam was out of the hospital and recouperating on Maddie's couch before he left to solve his problem.

He needed Fi. The problem with that? She had gotten annoyed with him and his lack of answers about their relationship and taken off on a trip with her new best friend, Tara. A grifter and a thief. Someone who knew how to stay hidden. Both women did, so them as a team was just impossible. He had no idea where Fi was or how to find her, and she wasn't returning her calls. He wasn't even sure she knew Sam had been shot.

So he took the last option he had left. He parked after the long drive and went up to the front door. He thought about turning away, but knocked instead. When the door opened he took a very deep breath. This was so hard for him to say.

"Lois, I need your help."

i have missed these two like burning.

[typoing]

Lois lived a very busy life of paper cuts, ink cartridges running out, chasing stories, and wanting to throw her nameplate at Smallville. She happened to be at home, a rare occasion in itself, with one of her stories in her lap as she tried her best to figure out the best route to getting the answers she wanted.

Knocking at the door pulled her out of her working zone, making her lose her train of thought (that was successfully guiding her to a really good angle of this story) and pushing her mood into aggravation territory. She glared at the door. "What now, Smallville?" she sighed. Clark Kent was one needy guy, from needing a necessary wardrobe makeover to someone who couldn't stand being alone from her. Perhaps the latter was a lie, but Lois liked to think of herself as irresistible.

Whens he reached the door, she pulled it open, ready to tell Smallville - or Chloe - off for interrupting her genius when she spotted a familiar face she kind of never thought she'd see again.

With an arched eyebrow, she looked him up and down, "And you couldn't just pick up the phone?"

me too. so much.

[feeltheburn]

Of course he could have, but when does Michael Westen ever do things the easy way? He gets something on his mind and he does it. Besides, he knew how busy Lois could get and he needed her to know it was serious.

"Is that how you greet all of your out-of-town guests?" He asked. "Because your welcome wagon could really use some work." He pushed past her and walked right in, not waiting on an invitation. He let out a light whistle as he looked around.

"Nice place you have here." He put his hands in his pockets and spun around on his heel to face her. "So are you going to help me or not? I'm pretty sure you owe me a favor."

[typoing]

Lois didn't have time to turn herself into a wall to block Michael's path. When he pushed past her shoulder, she looked up to the heavens and hoped for some patience. With her editor breathing down her neck, and the threat of Chloe simply outdoing her, because, lets face it, Chloe's the better journalist and always will be, Lois was about ready to snap from all the pressure. She kept the door open a few moments longer in an attempt to somehow pinch herself awake from this particular nightmare. "An insult and a request all in the same sentence," she said. "You have quite some skill there, Westen."

She turned around and threaded her arms against her chest, head tilted and eyebrow arched to show how unimpressed she was. "I'm sure the favour was repaid the moment I saved your ass from being grilled."

you know you want these two like unf

[feeltheburn]

He gave her one of his famous smirks at that. "I have many skills, Lane. I don't really have time to reveal them all to you right now, so let's get passed that."

"As for who owes who..." His head tilted as well in an opposite way. He kind of liked getting under her skin this way. Most people in his life just ignored his abrupt ways. "Yes, but in the beginning you came to me, so it's still my turn. If it makes you feel any better I'm sure there will be a chance for me to save your ass by the end of the day."

And then there was the grin. "How about it? For old times sake?"