#@ mickey

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   “damn bitch, who you killin’ tonight?”

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It's The Little Things | Sawyer & Mickey

Sawyer hadn't felt this kind of rush in his body in a long time, and for the first time in his life, it had nothing to do with getting high and everything to do with panic. Yet everything had gone by so quickly in the last two months, he guessed he should have expected it. He'd taken practice test after practice test, studied harder in the past few weeks than he ever had when he was in school. His scores had gotten progressively better, and he was positive that he would do well when he took the real deal -both the ACT and SAT- in November. He'd even made a little play table for Syd - not that she'd be old enough to play with it any time soon, but at least she'd have something just in case her dad couldn't provide the way he'd like to. The SATs weren't the only things making things go by fast, either. He and Mickey had reconnected after Mike's accident. In some ways, the event had been fortuitous for them, but Sawyer wasn't holding his breath over them. He'd gotten his doctor's visit, but everything just seemed so...easy. He was just waiting for the other shoe to drop, and now with Little Syd coming, it seemed like he might be getting a whole closet-full. 

His whole body shook as he rumbled down the stairs. He wanted to grab the bags, scream for Selene, throw the keys at her and pack everything - including Mickey - into the car all at the same time, but one look at his girl threw his entire plan off kilter. She stood there, looking fragile and a little sick. Her middle seemed to encompass her entire being; ruthlessly demanding of her lithe dancer's frame. 

He grabbed her hand, crushing it a bit in his own before he realized that that probably wouldn't help anything. He eased up and pressed his other hand to the small of her back. It was a hold he'd seen many times on TV or in movies when a woman was in labor, yet it still felt woefully inadequate. The magnitude of what was about to happen struck him as he stood there, and he froze for a second before he started quaking again. 

"Shit," he whispered. He looked into Mickey's eyes, searching for signs of dilation or whatever. "Are you sure you can do this? Are you sure, Mickey?" 

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Wake from Rest | Sawyer & Mickey

Sawyer was probably the only one who had no trouble getting rest that night. It had been a pretty stressful week for him, and Mike's accident only put him more on edge. Only a few months ago, that would have meant he'd never find sleep, but it seemed like his body was taking back all of those restless nights. He slept like a rock, not moving a muscle even as visions of his physical fight with Mike shadowed his dreams. 

He woke up the next morning with the sun in his face and an arm over his waist. A large, firm hump was at his back, and he blinked a few times to clear his confused, groggy thoughts. There was only one person it could be, and he almost didn't believe that he could be so lucky this soon. 

"Mickey?" His sleepy question saw him turning in bed, facing her peaceful form. She looked sacred washed in sunlight, and Sawyer swallowed as he lay beside her. He cupped her cheek, his thumb stroking over it slowly. "What're you doing in here?"