Sorry to be so very long overdue in reading this one. This was what thelana wanted-- slashy, tender worshipping of every wound and scar and hurt Michael got along the way. Funny that I was writing a Gen one at the same time, and didn't even know you were doing this one.

I really liked this one, for the touches of humor probably more than anything even though the tone is so sweet and lovely throughout.

But I just can't resist things like Michael's toes have had a death-wish since he broke his big toe the first time when he was three. Since then they've been stepped on, stomped on, run over, broken, crushed, and on one occasion split open bad enough to require surgery to fix them. Really it was only a matter of time.

because Heh!

and "Don't flatter yourself; it was Monday, I was bored."

I mean really. That last one just kills me :)