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By: Aya
folder Fantasy & Science Fiction › Slash - Male/Male
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Luck

Cookie to Suryallee for being the first (I hope, otherwise I'm missing someone) to suggest how Rel is coming into the program. Rel will be joining the program in the next week or so, is all I can really say. Well I could tell you what is going on with certainty but that would spoil it.

There is a hint in here. As I'm fairly certain there's only one, cookie to whomever finds it.

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Mik pulled out the laptop and worked on his resignation in the living room. Paw curled around him. Souse stayed standing over the male, arms crossed and a dangerous look on his face.

Three hours of writing before he had one paragraph done. He had told Paw what he was doing through the computer screen, not wanting the others of the tribe to know why he was resigning. Paw had accepted it with a shrug, thinking that the resignation wouldn’t really affect them.

Paw still didn’t really understand the way the military worked.

Mik spent a good deal of the night and into the early morning working and reworking the resignation. By the time he printed it off and signed it, the others were getting up.

He took it into the program building.

His eyes ached and he felt sick to his stomach as he laid the piece of paper on Mari’s desk. The woman sighed and closed the file she had been looking over.

“Mik, are you sure?”

“Yes,” Mik dropped into the seat across from Mari, “No. But. How can I possibly… stay? If I stay, I risk the possibility of Galt using me to use Paw. How long until he finds out about Whisper? How long until he looks at the Sidhe for military applications?”

“I’ve had to make the report to Galt. So he will know in a few hours. As per the military applications…” Mari shrugged, “it is likely that Galt will try to spearhead the use of Sidhe in the field. He means to advance the military in his time and what better way to do that than through the use of power. I agree. With you,” She lowered her voice slightly, “that this is the wrong course of action and that Sidhe should not be used in such a manner. However, Galt is the military chair. How he reacts is up to him and to the others on the council.”

“They are living, thinking beings. They are not us, they have rights,” Mik snapped back, “surely you can understand that.”

“I can. But as a priest line, I must uphold that which my line and my god tells me to uphold.”

Mik stood and tapped on Mari’s desk, “The Sidhe are Illuva’s people, blessed be those that protect those gentle creatures of hill and forest.”

He left her office ran into Mork. The man snorted his displeasure at Mik.

“Back in for another round of ass kissing?” Mork snapped at Mik.

“No,” Mik shook his head and tried not to look bemused as he said, “I was handing in my resignation.”

“Aw. You and Paw have a wittle fight?”

“No, no, Mork, nothing like that. It’s time for me to leave, I can’t be of use in my current position.”

“Maybe you should try another one,” Mork snorted, “try being on top for once, maybe that’ll get her moving.”

Mik blinked at Mork and finally realised that the other man was talking about having sex with Mari. Mik shook his head, “Don’t think that will help, Mork. But. Why don’t you give it a try. Since. You know so much and all.”

“Think I will,” Mork made an obscene gesture and walked into Mari’s office.

Mik gave his head another shake and moved on down the hallway. He slipped into Palt’s office and smiled at the nurse behind the desk. She smiled back and moved slightly in her chair. Interested in Mik, she slid the folder across the counter quietly and slowly with her left hand so that Mik could see the bare ring finger. Mik opened the folder, read it and handed it back to her.

No mention whatsoever of the MRI Paw had had done. Mik closed the file and pushed it back at her, making certain that he moved his hand away from hers.

“Talk to Palt please?”

She made a motion towards the patient room door with her head, “he’s in there.”

Mik gave the door a knock before entering, being sure to close it firmly behind him. Palt looked over his shoulder at Mik, one hand in the supply cabinet, a clipboard in the other.

“What can I do for you, Mik?”

“Remember a few months ago when Paw had an MRI done?”

Palt looked thoroughly confused and then it dawned on the man, “cancer. How did we…”

Mik shook his head, “doesn’t matter how. I’d like you to schedule another one and let Koln know when you’re doing it. He’ll make sure Paw gets there in time. But I don’t think he’s got cancer, he would have shown signs by now, right?”

“Right. I’ll do that. If you tell me why I’m telling Koln about the MRI instead of simply telling you when it is.”

“I’ve given my resignation. I. Won’t be working for the program any longer.”

“But, I thought you were enjoying it here. You have certainly been fitting in quite well. The Sidhe like you, the nurses like you, Koln has even come around to you, so why leave now?”

“I just,” Mik shrugged, “it seems like it would be best that I left. Just best.”

“I … see. Does this have something to do with the Sidhe in the city and Essuan’s powers?” Palt muttered in response.

“Something to do with it.”

“Ah. Well. Luck and blessings in your next job.”

“Luck and blessings,” Mik muttered, “have never had anything to do with me.”

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