summary: The coven killed Ms Mead and Michael finds comfort in the reader.
warnings: none
word count: 714
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It had been days since you'd last seen Michael. You couldn't find him. No one seemed to know exactly where he was. Your only sure way of finding him was always Ms Mead and it seemed like she too was gone. It had been almost five full days of no contact which was extremely unusual for him. Even if he wasn't always with you, he always checked in.
You were feeding the dog when he began to act a bit wild. He ran to the window and would not stop barking at whatever he saw. When you went to take a look, you saw a disheveled and filthy Michael hobbling up your front steps. You ran to the door and threw your arms around him before he even knew what was happening.
"You're here," his voice cracked as he pulled you tighter. He put his dirty hands gently to your face and stared at you. His face was dirty as well and there was a red ring around his eyes.
Pulling his hands from your skin, you asked, "where have you been, Michael?"
He shook his head, running a hand down his face and sniffling to hold back anymore tears that threatened him. He walked past you and into your home. He was walking funny and you knew that wherever he was, his fancy boots were not the proper footwear.
"I thought they took you," he whispered, more to himself than to you.
You made him take off his shoes before he went any further and led him by the hand to the bathroom. He seemed too tired, too worn down to really help himself. You helped him undress and ignored his soft touches as you did. He ran his fingers down your cheeks and pet your hair while you removed his clothing. Before he moved to step in the shower, he noticed you were still dressed.
He motioned lazily to your clothing, "you too."
You nodded, quickly undressing yourself and getting in with him. He stood under the hot water, letting it rinse away the days of grief and filth he had just experienced. He tensed a bit when you began to run your fingers over him, lathering him to wash him down. He stood with one hand on the tile wall as the water washed down his back and you continued to wash his body. He hunched over a bit as you washed his hair and lightly moaned at the feeling of your fingernails massaging his scalp.
"Baby, what happened?" You said softly after you had finished.
He looked down at you and with a clean face you could see even more clearly how tired and heartbroken he was. You dragged your fingers over the stubble that peppered his face and he kissed your palm as tears continued to fall, "they took my Ms Mead."
You wrapped your arms around him, holding him, "who did?"
"That fucking coven," he said through gritted teeth and in that moment he held you just a bit too tight. He ran his fingers softly up and down your back and you dared not move. If this is what he needed to soothe himself, you could give him that, "I thought they took you too,"
You pulled back a bit in his arms, grasping his face and pulling him down to kiss the pain away, "I'm here. I'm always here,"
"They won't touch you," he said as his grip on your hips tightened, "they will never touch you."
You nodded, "I know. I trust you," you pushed the wet hair from his face and stroked his cheek. He leaned into your touch like a kitten, "are you hungry? You must be hungry," he nodded, eyes closed, still leaning into your touch. You continued to rub his face gently, "let's get out. I still have some of your old clothes you can put on. I can make you something hot to eat,"
"That's really nice of you," he said, sniffling.
You kissed him, "we take care of each other. That was the deal. Remember?"
He opened his eyes and smiled weakly at you, "I remember,"
"Come on," you said, reaching behind him to turn off the water, "we're going to figure this out together."
