Michael x Jamie Oneshots

You Work Too Hard

My new AU. Don't like, don't read.

Michael's POV

God, I shouldn't feel like this.

Overwhelm swarmed over my mind, pushing my body further into the house. My body aches, every inch felt as if tiny little fire ants were biting me, burning with such complexion. My fingers had blisters, and cut to shreds by my tools. Honestly, you wouldn't think working fourteen hours would do this, but it has be constant for two weeks.

After managing my way into the house, I close and lock the door, leaning my body weight into it. It took too much effort to walk into here, my body heaved with each pant of carbon dioxide. Sweat dripping down my forehead, and running down the side of my face.

At this point, I didn't care whether I smelled or not. I was exhausted, I could feel my eyelids closing as I stand here.

Get to the sofa, I thought, pushing myself up. Wobbling some, I caught my balance, white stars dancing in my vision-the one eye I could view out of. It seemed more difficult to move now that I had a small break. My muscles sore, and aching with such pain, I think I wouldn't have the ability to move for weeks. I've never felt this before. How I managed? Haven't a clue.

I sat on the couch, groaning in satisfaction. The cushions caressed my body perfectly, taking me one of its own. It would be difficult to stand. I couldn't help but wonder what would happen if I slept in too late. It was seven in the evening already, everyone separated.

Laying down on the sofa, I threw my arm across my eyes, blocking out the access light getting through my eyelids. And like that, I was out.

"Michael Afton. Get up."

I groan, rubbing my eyes. My fingers rubbing my eyes, and stabbing my eyeball.

"Michael."

"What's wrong?" I grumble, shifting my position. I laid on my side, pulling my knees to my chest. Now that I considered it, my shirt was sticking to my pants, I could hear the fabric being ripped apart with the oil.

"If I have to say it again you're sleeping on the floor for a month."

"What's wrong, Sweets?" I asked, opening my eye slightly. The blurry outline figure with his arms crossed across his chest, did not look very pleasant. Adjusting to everything, I yawn.

"You know you completely bailed on me, right?"

I shot up, uncertain of where I was or what I was doing. I'm in my own house, with a furious looking Jamie, and an oil stained couch.

"I-I'm sorry?" I stammered, perplexed with what I was apologizing for. Recalling I had a long day, or weeks in my case, and I came right home and fell asleep here. I didn't fathom on what was wrong with that.

Jamie, walked closer to me, towering over me. His expression seemed to soften as he gazed down on me, analysing me from head to toe. He clicked his tongue, extending his hand.

"Get changed, you can't stay in those forever," he said. A black shirt and shorts in his hands. I'm assuming he stole these from my closet, depending on the sweatshirt he was currently dressed in.

"Thanks, sweetheart," I mumbled, yawning again. Without knowing how much time I slept, I felt uneasy. Having the possibility to miss my night shift wouldn't work well, but looking at my clothes, it hasn't been too long.

I took the clothes from his hand, standing from the sofa. Jamie backed away. I changed into the skin tight clothing, seeing the outline of my body. I had surprisingly some muscles on my body. My shoulders slightly more broad, and my arms having a little extra muscle. It was the way I was built, I can't help it