Revival (Graceland Fan Fiction)

Chapter 2

Out of all of the places in this little town. Yeah, you had to come walking in here and sit down. I'm hiding and hoping my face ain't too red. Since we been over, been trying like crazy to get you out of my head. So, why you wanna? Show up in a old t-shirt that I love. Why you gotta? Tell me that I'm looking good. Don't know what you were thinkin' you were doing. Moving in for a hug like you don't know I'm coming unglued. Why you gotta? Why you wanna? Make me keep wanting you. Why You Wanna ~ Jana Kramer

Abby sat in a corner booth for two. She watched the door. This was the place Mike and she had agreed to meet. Abby felt butterflies in her stomach. She ordered them a couple of sodas. Mike would show. Abby knew that about him. He never was one to just stand someone up. The waiter brought the drinks.

Mike entered the café and set every fiber of Abby on fire. Adrenaline caused her to fidget. She hoped it wasn't coloring her face. Abby waved him down.

He slid into the opposite side of the booth. "Sorry I'm late," Mike apologized, "An interview with a witness ran longer than I thought."

"It's all right, you're not that late," she shifted towards him, "I got you a Dr. Pepper- I hope that's ok."

"You remember," he smiled. That had been his usual soda when they were together.

"You're kind of hard to forget," Abby batted her eyelashes at him.

The waiter came over to take their order. He wrote it down and went back into the kitchen to go place it.

"I know this is a lot to process," Mike started.

"You're obviously not a pilot," Abby replied.

"No, I graduated Quantico just over a month before I met you," Mike said, "I was on my first assignment- I was so green." He inhaled sharply. "I made a lot of mistakes- I hurt you and I'm sorry," Mike bowed his head.

"You're not the only one that made mistakes- I can't help thinking I would have done things differently had I known," she replied.

"I'm sorry I wasn't able to tell you sooner," he replied.

"I obviously have nothing against law enforcement personnel," she quipped. Concerning two of the better romantic relationships she had had were with the two FBI agents.

"Yeah," Mike's face fell at the subtle reminder of Wes, "Sometimes I wish we had met under other circumstances- undercover work wasn't in my plans."

"Then why did you take it?" Abby inquired.

"They promised it would fast track me to becoming Director," he chuckled humorlessly and looked into the bottom of his drink.

"And it didn't?" she frowned.

Mike shrugged, "I doubt that they would let me be director now- that life style, it messed me up pretty good."

"You can fight your way back from what happened- whatever it is," Abby assured him. She had noticed he looked a little worse for wear.

"The last time I remember feeling like myself and liking who I was, well, it was when I was with you," Mike revealed, "You made me better." He stopped when he realized what he had just said. "I'm sorry that's not fair-."

"You don't have to apologize anymore, Mike," Abby asserted.

"You're owed a better one than I can give you," Mike countered.

"Can you forgive me for walking out on you?" she asked.

"I don't blame you, Abby, you have every right to remove yourself from a situation that feels unsafe," he asserted.