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defy_n_gravity
Rating: PG-13
Words: 1011
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fic_variations Prompt/Claim: summer/travel * Michael Westen/Bela Talbot (#7)
Spoilers: For now, no spoilers.
Warnings: N/A
Disclaimer: Not my characters, not trying to step on toes, just having fun. However, Stephan and Nicholas, while highly undeveloped right now, do belong to me. No thieving please.
Author's Notes: Conclusion! ::sniff.sad.tear:: I hope you enjoyed it, I hope you gave it a chance. If you haven't - I would love you to give it one now. Who knows...you miiiight actually like it? Comments always appreciated.
The four stood there in their stand off. Bela's gun trained on Michael, Stephan's on Bela, and Nicholas' on Michael. Michael was starting to feel a bit picked on. Well, underneath the unending anger he was currently feeling for Bela. Anger of which he was communicating perfectly with a heavy glare into her eyes. She seemed amused, which only pissed him off more.
"Bela.." he said slowly, playing the name on his tongue. He shook his head slowly. "Who the hell are you, Bela?" His tone was thick, snarly.
( .... )
Author:
defy_n_gravityRating: PG-13
Words: 1011
fic_variations Prompt/Claim: summer/travel * Michael Westen/Bela Talbot (#7)Spoilers: For now, no spoilers.
Warnings: N/A
Disclaimer: Not my characters, not trying to step on toes, just having fun. However, Stephan and Nicholas, while highly undeveloped right now, do belong to me. No thieving please.
Author's Notes: Conclusion! ::sniff.sad.tear:: I hope you enjoyed it, I hope you gave it a chance. If you haven't - I would love you to give it one now. Who knows...you miiiight actually like it? Comments always appreciated.
The four stood there in their stand off. Bela's gun trained on Michael, Stephan's on Bela, and Nicholas' on Michael. Michael was starting to feel a bit picked on. Well, underneath the unending anger he was currently feeling for Bela. Anger of which he was communicating perfectly with a heavy glare into her eyes. She seemed amused, which only pissed him off more.
"Bela.." he said slowly, playing the name on his tongue. He shook his head slowly. "Who the hell are you, Bela?" His tone was thick, snarly.
( .... )
