That doesn't mean I won't chatfic about it with Dark_Eyed_Junco. So here's some lightly edited chat logs, mostly posted here for my own entertainment. But hey, maybe you'll get some amusement out of them too.
( chatfic )
The years of doing this -- the same case files full of replicants, the same days and weeks of hunting them through the streets of LA, the same whistling of the kettle when the water's ready -- they're all sitting on Mike's shoulders, weighing him down.
Pacific Rim AU. Mike POV companion piece to Living in Salt. Mike works through his issues by talking to everyone except his co-pilot.
Jeff likes being humiliated. Mike doesn't really get it, but he's willing to go along with it anyway.
Charles is resurrected. Erik regains full use of his powers. And everything that happens between those two events.
Arnold's the one who's getting very thoroughly laid wolf-style, and Mike's here in his hotel room, very much not getting laid. Good thing Jeff's around to help him out.
On the ice, he careens into opposing players, he fires off slapshots, he wins faceoffs, and he gets into fights. He does it all with the taste of the lake's water on his tongue, the feel of its winter ice underneath his skates. Some of the other witches chirp him for cheating, for using his magic where it's not allowed. But they don't get it. Mike's magic has never been something he does. It's always been something he is.
Pacific Rim AU. Jeff opens his eyes, and Mike opens his eyes. It's both his eyes and Mike's eyes. Their eyes.