Roadtrip Oneshots

Marvey, Moving On

Requested by speebdhaksndb... thanks so much for the idea! The second I saw this I started typing away, and, yeah :) This is the result.

So, this one carries on from the 'Bikey, Slipping Away' Oneshots, in which Mikey fulfils the promise he made to Brooklyn, or tries his best to. It's nearly 6000 words long, and emotional, so... buckle up!😂❤️

Enjoy!
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Mikey

I groaned in frustration, wrenched my eyes open. Yep, still dark.

I huffed and sat up.

Why couldn't I sleep?

Why couldn't I just shut my eyes and fall asleep?

I mean, I knew why I couldn't sleep, but this was getting ridiculous; I hadn't been able to sleep for the last few days.

I'd thought that taking the smallest room for myself would help me deal with it, but if anything that was the worst decision I could have made.

Not that I'd told anyone, of course.

With a sigh, and a yawn, I got out of bed, pocketed my phone, wrapped myself in my dressing gown.

Again, another thing I'd tried in order to help me sleep, but to no avail.

I crept my way down the hallway, down the stairs, and crouched down beside Biscuit's cage in the kitchen.

Upon seeing me, Biscuit lifted his head and scrabbled at the cage door.

With a wry smile I opened it, and picked up the puppy, cuddled him close to my chest.

I carried him to the sofa and curled up with him, laid ourselves under the blanket that we left on the sofa.

I chuckled when Biscuit licked my face a few times.

In his eyes, I could see that he knew something was wrong. Somehow, the puppy looked sad and hesitant.

I patted him, kissed his head, waited until he settled down a bit.

He whined at me. Those chocolate eyes stared right into my soul.

"You know Bisc, Brooklyn would have loved you, and I think you would have loved him," I said quietly, smiled when the puppy licked my hand, "it's not fair that you didn't get to meet each other, but it is what it is."

We had no intention of keeping Biscuit, seeing as we had borrowed him for a cover, but the boys saw how happy he made me, and so they had opted to keep him. I learnt of this weeks after we decided to keep him, having overheard a conversation between Rye and Andy. I still hadn't let on that I knew the real reason why we kept the puppy, but... I was thankful for the boys; really.

Biscuit filled the hole Brooklyn had left, not completely, but he kept my thoughts at bay, even on my worst days.

Biscuit whined quietly, and I realised I'd zoned out.

I petted him again, laid down some more. "I'm alright Bisc," I whispered.

I wasn't, but I was so much better than I had been before.

I guess I'd fallen asleep, because I was startled awake when Rye walked into the kitchen.

Looking at the clock, I noted with an exhausted sigh that it was only five in the morning... Rye had always been an early riser.

"Sorry for waking you Mike," Rye said softly.

I waved it off. I was just glad I'd slept for a bit, even if it hadn't been a lot; some sleep was better than none.