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Day 1: Holding Hands
Grunting slightly as he moved slowly forward against his will, Michael narrowed his eyes at the look on Angel’s face. The blond’s eyes were flicking down and then back up, a more and more resigned look on his face.
“Don’t you dare!”
Angel didn’t look to happy at the order, but didn’t move to release the grip he had on the other. Not yet at least, though the set of his jaw wasn’t inspiring much hope in Michael.
Not willing to take that moody silence for an answer, Michael spoke again, clawing his fingers around the other’s. “Don’t you fucking dare let go. Saul will be up here any minute now, just hang on!”
“You can’t know that, Michael! You saw how overrun they were when we came up to evacuate the rest. Not to mention your arm-!”
“My arm?! Angel, you are hanging off the side of a nine story building, my arm will just have to wait for a better time!” But he was slowly inching forward, unable to find purchase on the flat roof. If they didn’t get help soon, they’d both be taking one final tumble and it definitely wouldn’t be as fun as the last few.
The pleading look on Angel’s face let the brunet know that his superior officer knew it too. They were silent, just listening to the sound of gunfire from an unknown amount of floors below, until the hanging man spoke again. He spoke so softly that Michael almost didn’t hear it. “Promise me you’ll let go before you go too far.”
“It’s not going to happen. He’s going to get here and you’ll be-“
“Promise me!” The blond’s fierce look and commanding tone nearly had Michael agreeing, but he had never been one to take orders easily, especially not the ones he could never believe in.
“You know I can’t do that, Ang. Just hang on, we’ll be up in no time.” He heard a slam of the roof access door opening and breathed a sigh of relief as the loosening grip on his bad hand tightened once again.
“Saul, get your ass over here!” Michael took a chance to look over his shoulder for their fellow soldier and flinched, losing another inch before his hand gripped the roughened roof beneath him. A man in fatigues snapped his head in their direction, eyes wide and glazed.
“Saul!”