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[drabble] Something New (tGE AU, Virgil, Michael)
Title: Something New
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valmora
Rating: PG
Fandom: tGE AU
Pairing: Virgil Hilts/Michael Goff pre-slash.
Disclaimer: Not mine! Belong to MGM/UA, except for the crazy changesfigletofvenice and I made.
Notes: Second in the "wedding rhyme" friendly-ficlets. And I know that Hilts asks Roger to call him by his last name - but Goff calls him by his personal name.
Michael gets to school at eight in the morning on the second day of school that fall and promptly gets a baseball thrown at his head.
"Sorry," Virgil Hilts says, catching the ball in his glove after letting it rebound off the wall. "I didn't see you."
"I know," Michael says, keeping his head down. "It's okay."
"Hey, man," Hilts says, "You don't need to get like that. Don't slink. Hall Nazi Strachwitz will single you out 'cause you look easy for it and people just won't see you and you'll get hit by baseballs the rest of your life." He puts two fingers under Michael's chin and lifts his face up from its position staring at the floor. "Okay?"
"Okay," Michael answers, pulling away just as the bell rings. "Um, I have to go..."
"Then I'll see you around, okay, Mike?" Hilts moves to pick his bookback up off the floor.
Michael hates being called 'Mike.'
"It's Michael, Hilts," he says, finding the courage inside himself somewhere to say it confidently.
Hilts looks up from slipping the baseball and glove back in his backpack. "Then I'm Virgil," he says, and grins.
Author:
valmoraRating: PG
Fandom: tGE AU
Pairing: Virgil Hilts/Michael Goff pre-slash.
Disclaimer: Not mine! Belong to MGM/UA, except for the crazy changes
figletofvenice and I made.Notes: Second in the "wedding rhyme" friendly-ficlets. And I know that Hilts asks Roger to call him by his last name - but Goff calls him by his personal name.
Michael gets to school at eight in the morning on the second day of school that fall and promptly gets a baseball thrown at his head.
"Sorry," Virgil Hilts says, catching the ball in his glove after letting it rebound off the wall. "I didn't see you."
"I know," Michael says, keeping his head down. "It's okay."
"Hey, man," Hilts says, "You don't need to get like that. Don't slink. Hall Nazi Strachwitz will single you out 'cause you look easy for it and people just won't see you and you'll get hit by baseballs the rest of your life." He puts two fingers under Michael's chin and lifts his face up from its position staring at the floor. "Okay?"
"Okay," Michael answers, pulling away just as the bell rings. "Um, I have to go..."
"Then I'll see you around, okay, Mike?" Hilts moves to pick his bookback up off the floor.
Michael hates being called 'Mike.'
"It's Michael, Hilts," he says, finding the courage inside himself somewhere to say it confidently.
Hilts looks up from slipping the baseball and glove back in his backpack. "Then I'm Virgil," he says, and grins.