I'll Find A New Place To Be Found (Mike Schmidt/Reader)

Pieces of The Puzzle

Your eyes slowly fluttered open, lifting yourself. You were alone in Mike's bed. Your hands were running over your face as you tried to recover from the night before. You looked around the room, noticing that you were alone in the room now. You were hot, very hot. The heating pad is still resting atop you, along with a pile of blankets. You sighed as you pushed the blanket and heating pad off of you. You made sure the heating pad was off before standing. You couldn't remember much from the night before, but you knew you were fetched from the snow.

Your body was too hot, like you were in a sauna for far too long. You stumbled your way out of the room and into the hallway. The house seemed a bit too quiet. You cautiously walked to the living room, which was now cleaned up. You looked around before noticing a note on the door. You shuffled over, peering into the kitchen in case anyone was home, before going to the door. You plucked the note off the door and read as you walked to the dining room table.

'Y/N,

Went to take Abs to school. I'll be home soon. Help yourself to breakfast. I set it in the microwave.

-Mike.'

You set the note back on the table before sighing in relief. You couldn't remember much from the night before. You knew you were in the snow, and unfortunately, you remembered the dream. The yellow rabbit's voice rang in your head. 'Important enough. ' You walked into the kitchen, shaking your head. You shouldn't dwell on it. Not right now, at least. You started the microwave for thirty seconds, idling in the kitchen while you waited for the old to finish. You felt your mind begin to wander back before it was shut off by the front door unlocking. You peered from the kitchen to peek out to see who it was.

Mike entered the house shortly after, kicking snow off his boots before slipping them off and setting them outside. His attention turned to you as the microwave beeped. You sheepishly smiled, and he hurried to you, dropping his bag carelessly onto the floor.

"Are you okay?" Mike asked, looking you over, "No frostbite? No hypothermia?" You shook your head with an amused chuckle.

"I'm okay, I promise," You said softly, your hands gently taking his, "If anything, I was way too hot. Thank you." Mike squeezed your hands softly and sighed. He seemed pleased, your hand moving to his face and gently rubbing his cheekbone with your thumb.

"Care to join me while I eat?" You asked, moving away from him to get the plate from the microwave.

"Sure." He said, turning to take a seat at the table. You took a deep breath and brought the plate to the table. You knew he wanted to ask. Setting the plate down, you sat with him at the table. You took a bite of the food and sighed wistfully. "Yum.." You cooed. Mike seemed to visibly relax as you ate.

He didn't speak while you ate. Likely, he was waiting for you to finish before having the elephant-in-the-room conversation. How respectful. Even in awkward times, he is respectful. Or he's just a quiet man. Either way, you ate the warm breakfast in silence before gently setting the fork down. "Go ahead," You said, "I know that look well enough now."

"I just want to know what happened," Mike said, looking at his hands as he popped his knuckles subconsciously, "If I hadn't woken up." Your hand moved to rub his hands quickly. He looked at you with his big brown eyes. You sighed, gently squeezing his hands before leaning into your chair.

"Okay, I'll start with what I remember." You said, rubbing your temple a bit.

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Mike took the information well, at least from what you thought. He was quiet while you reconciled last night. When you finished, he took a deep breath. "God damnit," he whispered under his breath. He ran his hand through his hair. "I thought us having overlapping dreams was strange, but this..." Mike seemed so distraught. Like he did when he told you of the pizzeria. Then it clicked.