Classic Rock One-Shots

Fleetwood Mac/Micer: Trouble

Mick Fleetwood
Peter Green

Peter gasps and covers his head falling to his knees as the guns start to fire. The bank was being robbed, he’s going to die. He doesn’t want to die. He only turned twenty, his life was just beginning.

When he’s kicked over the criminals seem to recognize him. Confusion takes over as they seem to retreat in fear at him. Stampeding to leave the bank. Peter walks away unharmed. When he pays for the morning paper a few hours after the incident he sees a name that’s all too familiar, 

“Mick Fleetwood Leader Of The Crime Syndicate Attacked Woods Bank Early This Morning.”

Peter laughs, his old high school sweetheart is now the leader of a criminal gang. The man folds up the paper and a thought comes to his head.  He’s got to find where Mick went. The raven haired boy begins to laugh, “Oh that’s silly.”

The thought doesn’t leave his head and off he goes to find Mick. It takes two hours but apparently Mick still lives in his old home. The childhood home where Mick would make out with Peter for hours when young. Now it looks dark and sad.

When Peter walks on the old stepping stones the grass tickles his ankles. He regretted wearing basketball shorts now as the grass kept tickling him. It didn’t help that bugs stung at Peter’s bare shoulders from his tank top.

Peter knocked on the door, “Mick? Do you still live here?”

There’s a rustling sound and the door creaks open. And there’s a small gasp. There’s a mumbling before a cough, “Peter?”

The door swings open and there’s Mick, his hair long and dark, his beard is messy and ungroomed. While Peter is standing there his wavy dark hair is put up in a sloppy ponytail. Pete’s clothes are freshly washed and out on this morning Mick’s on the other hand? Those have seen other days.

“You’re as beautiful as the day I met you.” Mick sticks his hand out and touches Peter’s cheek, “What are you doing now baby boy?”

The way he says that makes Peter shutter, “I’m doing college and what are you doing?”

“Crime baby.” Mick pulls him inside.

The house is a lot cleaner than the outside. And there’s a secret room that Mick shows him full of illegal goods and weapons. Peter looks at the table.

His eyes bug out of his head and he whirls around to face a guilty looking Mick, “Are you doing drugs? Why? I-I thought you never go down that path!”

Mick looks guilty, oh he felt like dog shit now. How dare he disappoint Peter, “It’s only a little bit of nose candy, dear. A slight dabbling.”

Peter crosses his arms, “That isn’t good. You could fucking die! I refuse for you to die before me!.”

Mick throws the baggie into the trash then grabs it back out and flushes it down the toilet, "There." 

Peter just stares at him in awkward silence. Mick clears his throat and stands in front of Peter, “It’s so good seeing you, my dear.”

“Why didn’t your goons kill me at the bank?” Peter asks, arms crossed. He wasn't mad. Peter just found the whole thing a bit silly.

Mick’s eyes widened as he grabbed Peter's arms, “You were at the bank?! Are you hurt?” 

His eyes scan over Peter's body. Mick's hands roam over Peter’s body gingerly. Light feathery touches, “I put you on a Do Not Harm list. Who hurt you?”

Peter pulls his shirt up, “It’s only a bruise from where they kicked me over.”

“Who did it?” Mick demanded he wanted to put a bullet in their head. How dare anyone hurt his Peter.

Peter shrugs looking down. Pete wishes he had some gum to chew or even some of those candy cigarettes he loved in his youth, “He had a smoker voice and dark green eyes.... Around your height a little bit bigger… He had a mask on so it was hard to tell.”

Mick growls and drags in a middle aged man who fits Peter’s description. The man is sent off to be killed Peter shudders at the thought. Mick touches Peter’s cheek, “I’m sorry, love.”

Peter looks down, “Why are you so mean now?” 

Mick froze up, “What?”

“You had the whole world in your hands. Going to Harvard, having a full scholarship, got a job waiting for you once graduated.” Peter tells him.

“Oh.. that..” Mick looks at his shoes, shoving his hands into his pockets, “I got into a wreck and they deemed me mentally unstable after it… lost everything… and I couldn’t face going back to you after our tearful breakup… so I hid and started this.” 

Mick lifts his hands up and gestured around the room. Peter sits down and shakes his head, “I wish you came back to me… I would have loved you even more.”

Mick kneels down and pats Peter’s knee, “Hey,” Peter looks up at him, “Can I kiss you?”

Peter sniffles, “Come here you big goof!”

The old lovers kiss full of passion and love. Peter’s fingers tangled in Mick’s hair hair he groans softly and nuzzles into him, “Mick?”

“Yes love.” Mick asks softly bumping their foreheads together,

“Are we getting back together?” 

Mick pauses as he touches Peter’s cheek, “I would hope so.”

“If we do date again there’s something I want.” 

Mick squeezes his hands, “I will do anything. Anything at all.”

“You gotta stop doing crime.” Peter tells him, pushing his hair out of his face, “I can help you get a better job. I know an amazing woman named Stevie. She does roofing.”

Mick hems and haws. He cracks and takes up Peter’s offer. Mick can’t believe it till the keys of the business are placed in his assistants' hands and he’s walking out with a small suitcase in his hands following Peter. This was the start of his new life. With the man he loved. This was going to be a brand new healthy chapter of his life. Mick takes Peter’s hand and their lives start together.