Please go read the Submission and Feedback Rules/Guidelines before submitting anything.And now, here are the Michael/Jan prompts. Michael/Jan - bookMichael/Jan - cherryMichael/Jan - turn that frown upside downMichael/Jan - leave a noteMichael/Jan - slow motionMichael/Jan - rainMichael/Jan - foliageMichael/Jan - petMichael/Jan - blockbusterMichael/Jan - picnicMichael/Jan - sanity is overratedMichael/Jan - so sorryMichael/Jan - in-lawsMichael/Jan - Disney movies Michael/Jan - women are from venus, men are from marsMichael/Jan - the tableMichael/Jan - the couchMichael/Jan - emergency roomMichael/Jan - try 'bondage.' I did.Michael/Jan - drunkMichael/Jan - moving dayMichael/Jan - ballet classMichael/Jan - road tripMichael/Jan - be mineMichael/Jan - a modest proposalMichael/Jan - ParisMichael/Jan - AU - historicalMichael/Jan - AU - gender reversalMichael/Jan - conferenceMichael/Jan - our friend PamMichael/Jan - showerMichael/Jan - sorryMichael/Jan - lossMichael/Jan - ScottsdaleMichael/Jan - oopsMichael/Jan - extra awesomeMichael/Jan - candy caneMichael/Jan - babyMichael/Jan - wiltedMichael/Jan - TobyMichael/Jan - photosMichael/Jan - Carmen ElectraMichael/Jan - gum Michael/Jan - PamMichael/Jan - improv nightMichael/Jan - always by your sideMichael/Jan - the beachMichael/Jan - knowing you'd defend meMichael/Jan - something's gotta giveMichael/Jan - luck be a ladyMichael/Jan - the pizza guyMichael/Jan - backyardMichael/Jan - never an absolutionMichael/Jan - sacrificeMichael/Jan - she works hard for the moneyMichael/Jan - jealousyMichael/Jan - I can't live without youMichael/Jan - your side of the bedMichael/Jan - please stayMichael/Jan - want adsMichael/Jan - open armsMichael/Jan - learning to fallMichael/Jan - danceMichael/Jan - love till it hurts like crazyMichael/Jan - reach for meMichael/Jan - my darkest fearMichael/Jan - I intended these words to come out rightMichael/Jan - perfumeMichael/Jan - the more you love someone, the more he makes you crazyMichael/Jan - his Catherine ZetaMichael/Jan - 5.15Michael/Jan - jogMichael/Jan - phone callMichael/Jan - vanity plateMichael/Jan - leave the light onMichael/Jan - cheerleaderMichael/Jan - can't say noMichael/Jan - dinnerMichael/Jan - am I on speakerphone?Michael/Jan - stop in the name of loveMichael/Jan - karaokeMichael/Jan - sleeping beautyMichael/Jan - George Foreman grillsMichael/Jan - WHERE ARE THE TURTLES?Michael/Jan - runaway trainMichael/Jan - a hearty bowl of JanMichael/Jan - Agent Michael Scarn/Catherine Zeta-JonesMichael/Jan - renting 'Y Tu Mama Tambien'Michael/Jan - Chinese foodMichael/Jan - Prison MikeMichael/Jan - AU - high schoolMichael/Jan - OK thenMichael/Jan - luckMichael/Jan - safeMichael/Jan - all I care about is loveMichael/Jan - physical lovin' ain't badMichael/Jan - it's not just a cartoon JanMichael/Jan - accidentMichael/Jan - high school reunionMichael/Jan - make me believeMichael/Jan - look for me, honey you will find meMichael/Jan - I'll be here if you ever want me in your armsMichael/Jan - do you even care if I stay or leaveMichael/Jan - I want to be your lover, I don't want to be your policemanMichael/Jan - take me as I am, in case I never changeMichael/Jan - ketchup fightsMichael/Jan - picket fenceMichael/Jan - better than a foam noodleMichael/Jan - baby drive me crazyMichael/Jan - foam noodleMichael/Jan - distinctly averageMichael/Jan - licoriceMichael/Jan - noodleMichael/Jan - toast sweatMichael/Jan - wishes come true, not freeMichael/Jan - "I would like to assist you"Michael/Jan - poolMichael/Jan - Miss TeriousMichael/Jan - prom
He's always been curious about the book. It's tattered, looks to be about a million years old, and is maybe fifteen chapters long at the most judging by the thickness. But as long as they've been going out (and been broken up, and going out again and been broken up) she has been reading that book.It doesn't have a title on the front cover -- or if it did, it has long since rubbed off by now. Or fallen off or something. Point is, it's not there anymore because the book is just so... old.He never asks what the book is about or why it takes her so long to read it. At one point, just to double check, he asked her if she could read. And with one of those "Michael, you're nuts" looks, she responded, "Of course I can read, Michael. I'm reading right now."Lately since she's been pregnant she can only read a chapter or two before she starts to get either nauseous or dizzy. At that point she sets the book on her swollen abdomen and runs her fingers through her hair, closing her eyes until she feels okay again."Good book?" he asks her one of these times.She smiles over at him and it's serene -- he hasn't seen a smile like that on her since Jamaica. Maybe the pregnancy will finally drain her of the crazy. "It's my favorite."This time, he's feeling bold. He reaches over and takes the book off her abdomen, minding where she'd left off. He turns it over and reads a few lines, raising his eyebrows. "'Romeo and Juliet'?"Jan tells him she finds it inspirational, which leaves Michael worrying that she will never be drained of all the crazy. She clarifies by telling him the book is a testament to the fact that no relationship is a perfect love story. There is always some problem to overcome but, unlike Romeo and Juliet, you can't just roll over and die. You have to work at it.She smiles over at him with another of those serene smiles then, and Michael is set at ease. So he smiles back, places the book on her abdomen again, and reaches over to kiss her forehead.Edited at 2008-06-13 03:20 am (UTC)
Maybe the pregnancy will finally drain her of the crazy.^LOVED that line! like for realsies.also this was sweet and hopeful without being too saccharine. perfect. well done you!
"So, your mom called me early today at work. She was all like "Michael! My water broke! Come to the hospital NOOW." It was crazy, y'know? Well, you don't. You're alive for just a little bit than 24 hours. I must say you're very energetic, considering that you're a baby…" Michael remains silent for a few minutes. "I am very sorry that we need to end this conversation but I need to ask your mom something." "Jan… Jan…" He rolls his eyes. She's sleeping like a rock "Jan, could you please wake up for a few seconds?" He is whispering to her ear."Wha--…? What do you want, Michael?" "I… I can't help it by noticing that your baby is, in fact, looks a little bit like me."Jan got up from the bed and searched for Michael's hand, looking at her newborn. "We need to talk…"
Five-fifteen is when he normally pulls into the driveway and cuts the engine. He steps out onto the paved driveway and looks up at the house, the condo... the place that looks so different to him now, yet exactly the same. He knows she's in there, which is why he lingers outside. He's not sure what kind of mood she'll be in today. He doesn't know if he's going to walk in on her crying about a Band-Aid commercial, if she's going to be seething and ready to stick a shiv in his back about the absence of her Grape Nuts, or if she'll just be passed out from a combination of her medication and her favorite wine.Taking a deep breath, Michael glances down at his feet as if commanding them to move, and starts up the walk. Before he reaches the stoop, the door is pulled open and there's Jan -- in her sweats, just as she promised just before they moved in together, waiting for him.She smiles. "Michael! You're home early."He furrows her brow, confused by not only her greeting, but her state of mind. "I am?""Yeah, it's only five after.""Oh." He shakes his head slightly, as if to shake off the dream he's obviously having -- Jan's never in a good, much less stable, mood. "Clock in the Sebring must be fast."Another smile and Jan leans out the door to kiss him. "Well welcome home," she murmurs, and moves aside so he can come in. "Thanks," he murmurs back, and takes off his jacket slowly. He almost says 'Good to be home,' but he's not so sure it is yet."I hope you don't mind, but I ordered Thai tonight. I tried cooking, and..." Jan chuckles, brushing her gently-curled sandy hair out of her eyes. "Let's just say it didn't turn out very well.""Oh!" Michael finds himself smiling back. "That's alright. Thai sounds good, babe." He pecks her lips again.Her kiss lingers as she grasps his arms, pulls his arms around her waist. In between kisses, she grasps his tie and asks against his lips, "Feel like wasting some time while we wait for the delivery guy?""Uh...""Just us," she promises. "No cameras, no dress-up, nothing.""What's gotten into you?" he can't help asking. Because seriously -- who is this woman and what the hell has she done with the new Jan? This chick is like... the old Jan. Post-Jamaica, pre-crazy. She grins. "Nothing! I just missed you is all. I've been waiting for you."For now, Michael decides as she leads him upstairs, he can accept that answer.Edited at 2008-09-04 04:20 am (UTC)
**I know it's been over a year since anything has been posted here, but I grabbed one of these prompts because I was in an M/J mood. So, there ya have it.*******"Jan... hey, Jan." A whisper breaks through the dark and silence of her bedroom.With eyes still closed, she whispers back, "Sleeping, Michael.""No you're not. If you were, you wouldn't have answered."She closes her eyes a little tighter and sighs out through her nose. "What is it?" Reluctantly, she rolls onto her other side, still encased in the circle of his arms as she faces him. He pouts a little as he tells her, "I can't sleep."Jan smiles a little. "That's because you're talking, Michael." Placing a hand over his eyes, she drags it down slowly, willing them closed. "Just shut your eyes..." she leans in and lets her lips tease his as she adds, "and your mouth... and soon you'll fall asleep."But it doesn't work. Which she should have expected. As soon as her hand leaves his eyes, they pop open again, wide and twinkling in the darkness. She can still see the green in them. "Seriously, I can't sleep. Will you sing to me?""Oh Michael..." She starts to turn on her side again, but his hand on her shoulder stops her."No, come on. That'll work, I promise."She chuckles at the pure insanity of the situation. "No it won't, Michael. Besides, how old are you?""Please, Jan?""Michael-""You know you've got an amazing voice, come on. Sing me to sleep."Jan sighs, closes her eyes again while rolling onto her back, and it takes mere seconds before Michael rests his head on her shoulder. She slips her fingers into his hair, closing them around the strands and pulling them through before starting the process again. Quietly, she asks, "What do you want me to sing?""That one moon song."She furrows her brow toward the slow-spinning ceiling fan. "Moon song?""About the moon and the river and the rainbow."After a moment, realization settles in and she smiles... clears her throat softly and begins to sing one of her favorite songs, from one of her favorite movies, low and soft."Moon river, wider than a mile... I'm crossing you in style someday..."Michael sighs against her, snuggles a little closer and she can feel his smile against her shoulder."Oh dream maker, you heart breaker; wherever you're going, I'm going your way."He hums softly, draping an arm across her, slipping his hand just under her camisole and stroking her stomach softly."Two drifters, off to see the world... there's such a lot of world to see...""Jan, I love you," he murmurs, and she can hear the sleep settling in to his voice. She smiles."We're after the same rainbow's end, waiting 'round the bend... my huckleberry friend, moon river and me."She gives his hair one more stroke and kisses his forehead, closing her eyes."Jan..."She chuckles. "Michael, I told you it wouldn't work. Come on, just go to sleep now. We've both got work tomorrow.""Jan-""What?"At least a minute ticks by in silence while Jan waits for him to answer. She thinks, hopes, he's maybe fallen asleep, before she hears his voice again... practically a whisper."Marry me."And though her heart jumps into her throat at the simple two-word sentence, Jan surprisingly feels none of the panic she would've felt a month or two ago. Instead, she smiles; she kisses his forehead and strokes his hair again, murmuring simply, "Let's sleep first."