The JereMike Collection

Drabbles

(Remember: None of these one-shots/drabbles are linked together unless stated/hinted at otherwise)

1: Introduction

Worn sneakers, over-sized sweater, an innocent face and a dweeby attitude. Mike had no idea what he was in for.

2: Night

It used to be a time where Mike could collect his thoughts, or Jeremy would have free time to actually have a hobby. Now, it was a dilemma. Torn between hating the dangers of the dark, and loving who was standing with them in it.

3: Bite

Jeremy slammed the locker, gritting his teeth as Mike laughed in the background. "This is your fault! I can't go home like this!" He yelled. "How am I going to explain this to my mother?"

The guard could hardly catch his breath, "So? It's just a little cut..." He shrugged. " It's not that bad..."

Jeremy frowned, pointing to his mouth. "There are teeth marks in my lip, Mike"

4: Reflection

Mike stared into the mirror, glaring at the lining stitches. The consequences of the past was enough, but the constant reminder every morning was going to eventually send him over the edge. His hand clenched into a fist, briefly considering breaking the reflection away until a smaller figure appeared in the mirror, giving a child-like smile and holding up a marker.

They ended up drawing goofy faces and pictures all on the glass.

5: 69%

Jeremy felt a tap on his shoulder, looking up from the dark hallway. Mike sat beside him, snickering to himself as he ushered the nightwatch closer. "Jere, look" He chuckled, holding out the tablet. He pointed to the power gauge. "69% percent"

"Mike no"

6: Ice Cream

There was a tiny, little, hardly noticeable creamy white smudge of vanilla on the corner of Jeremy's mouth. He only took another lick of his ice cream, oblivious to the spot . Mike's eye twitched.

"Hey Jere, C'mere for a sec"

Said nightwatch turned to face the guard, freezing when something wet roughly ran over his closed lips. The teen paled, staring in shock as Mike leaned back, wiping his mouth. "Better"

7: Cheater

"How could you?" Jeremy wheezed, "I trusted you!"

Mike only snorted, grinning as the teen threw down his cards, crossing his arms and giving a pout. "You're just a sore loser," He chuckled, making sure to keep his key play hidden in his sleeve.

8: Bandages

Sometimes, his stitches will fail him, and even the slightest drip of blood or stretch of skin could be either a simple annoyance or an onslaught of pain. Despite years of practice, Mike's never truly gotten the hang of taking care of himself. So it wasn't much of a surprise when Jeremy began to bring a tiny first-aid kit with him everywhere, just in case he needed to play doctor again.

9: Boat

Chirp crawled out of the vents, dusting her self off and looking up, giving Mangle a nod of the head as she passed. "Funny one, ye are..." The mass of wires called out. "Gone to spy on the scurvies, yet ye never catch em'..."

She was given a shrug."It's called shipping" The chicken retorted. The pirate peeked to attention, endo head giving a grin. "Shipping, eh?" Chirp nodded, a mischievous shadow over her face. "Yeah, though I warn you; they're sailing different seas then what you think"