Trying to write

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The only sound in the early morning light was the scratching of Michael's pen across the paper as he wrote. Apart from him, Jamie's mansion was deserted still, with the rest of Michael's pack both still in Brazil. They'd been there for weeks, and Michael hated the feel of the place when he was on his own - it was just too big, and too empty.

He sighed, and crumpled up the piece of paper again, throwing it in the overflowing bin, and starting again with a fresh sheet. He hated writing things like this, although he'd done it time and again over the last year or so.

In a few hours, Michael had a Challenge to fight, and after that, the Sept were hopefully going to do something against the Ancestor Spirit that had been killing so many people. One slip, one miss-step, during either of those, and he might well end up dead, and there were things that needed to be done in case that happened.

The first note he'd written that morning had taken a long time, but was pretty much done. It was just notes, on some of the things that had been going in recently - a way to make sure that the work he'd been doing wasn't completely wasted.

The letter he was struggling to write now was something much more important to him. Michael hadn't seen Tegan in over a week now, because Fergal had been around the Sept after what had happened a few nights ago, and he missed her. Maybe Fergal hadn't wanted to see her, or maybe she hadn't wanted to see him. Or maybe they'd been meeting up every few hours for...

He didn't want to think about it. It was hard enough knowing that she'd be going back to Fergal soon. Thinking about what they might have been up to over the last week was just too painful, even though Michael had kind of told her he wouldn't mind. After all, they were married, and by the terms of her Geas, if nothing else, that was something that would bind her forever, as much as Michael may have hated it.

Regardless, he hadn't seen her in what felt like a long time. He hadn't felt like he could risk Fergal finding out about him & Tegan, because of what might happen, so he'd stayed away from the cosy flat where he'd practically been living for the last couple of months, and the girl who meant more to him than he could describe.

He'd thought about going to see her last night, even just for a little while, but then Ironrod had been jumped by vampires, and things had got more complicated again.

So, he was trying to write something for her. Just a note, something to be passed on to her should the worst happen, but he couldn't quite find the words. He'd written stuff like this before, and they'd always been hard work, but today...

Today things felt worse. Maybe it was not having seen her for a while, maybe it was knowing that she'd be leaving soon. But he just didn't know how to say what he wanted to say.