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Title: Hunting
Author: icebear_cw
Fandom: Swimming
Pairing: MP/KK
Rating: PG 13
Timeline: Spring 2006
Disclaimer: Not mine, not real, did not happen. I don't own them.
I needed a break from Shakespeare. This is what came out of it. I don't know if I like it.
Blame Mike's quote:
Michael: Klete (laughs) is one of a kind, I think. He’s not the “normal person,” but he’s definitely someone good to have around. He’s funny and outgoing. Right now, he’s training out of his mind. He’s a guy I love to be around.
Hunting
"I think he is stalking."
I frown at him, which is kinda usual nowadays. He seems to be more out of it than ever. But I am not the one to judge. Not that I ever would, I mean I really have no idea what is going on in his head most of the times. Only when he tries to tell me and even then I am not really getting most of the stuff which comes out of his mouth. I guess I am just used to the strange ideas he comes up with. I blink again and he is still staring at the office door right next to us.
"Who?"
"Huh?" He looks confused, which confuses me. Because really. Can someone have such a bad short term memory? I mean he is talking to me after all, he should at least pretend to be keeping up with the conversation. It would be rude otherwise. Well, okay he is like that so I shouldn't complain but it still ticks me off. A little bit.
"Who is stalking whom?"
"Oh.. Vendt. Us"
Huh? Uh.. Vendt? Us? Vendt is stalking us?
What?
I think he lost me there. I think I can say I have no idea what he is talking about. And look how often I can refer to myself in my own fucking thoughts. He shifts closer to me, just slightly and it puts me off somehow. He normally isn't someone doing that in the open. I can feel the warmth radiating from his leg close to my knees. Warm-ups are fun. Mostly. Just right now we aren't doing anything but sit here. And I am confused. Uh, where were we again? Vendt. Right.
"Uh... How that?"
"He is here. And he keeps on looking."
"And that qualifies as stalking?"
He glares at me and I somehow have the feeling that this is serious. Uhm, okay. So from the start, he has been kinda miffed from the day they told us Erik and Kaitlin would join our little elite training group. He looks grumpy now and refuses to tell why. He is not even telling me, which in itself is not something to dwell about. But that he is not even making hints like usual is kina worrisome. He is like that, if he wants someone to know something, like how about he feels, he makes hints instead of saying straight out what is bothering him. This used to drive everyone nuts, especially Malchow. Probably a reason why Dolan sat him down some years ago and refused to let him go for hours. Peter is the best in taking hints. Peter is the best when it comes to feelings and emotions anyway.
He drops his face into his hands and shakes his head. I guess I should be happy that he is talking to me right now.
"So okay, he is stalking us. Any idea why?"
He shakes his head. And beat me but that should look more pathetic then it does. He looks rather cute in his unique way. And he would kill me if I ever should say that out loud. Because someone like him is not cute. Not at all. He is worse than Dolan when it comes to stuff like that.
"No. No idea. Otherwise it wouldn't weird me out that much. I mean it is strange right? The looks and all."
"Maybe he is just happy seeing you again?"
He blinks, rapidly. Shakes his head, drops his face back into his hands and is silent for a while. Then he just shrugs, looks back up at me and shakes his head again. "I still think he is stalking us. I don't like it. I want him gone."
"You sound like 5."
"And?"
"Okay, 3 then."
"You sound like Bob now."
That should have been an accusation but strangely it does not really affect me. I am too amused by him to really get into fighting mood. So I shrug, which sets him off even more.
"Ah damn. I don't want him here. I left to not see him all day. I don't want to leave. Again. Not because he is here now."
"Well then don't."
"You think this is funny, don't you? It is not. I know what I am talking about and I am not crazy. I am not out of it and it is not one of my strange ideas."
Sometimes he scares me. Sometimes I really think he can read my thoughts. Uh, I should stop watching these WB shows. Really, they just mess with your head and you suddenly start seeing people in another light. Okay, not really, but wouldn't that be a nice excuse to tell our coach after I hit him over the head. Sorry but he is reading my thoughts and I hate that? Not that I would ever do that or really think about it. It was just a though for like a nano-second. That doesn't count. Yes, I am crazy. Comes from hanging out with him.
"You are not a very perceptive person you know. I am telling you he is stalking us and you think it is a joke. You should know me by now."
"Sorry, but you know.. it really sounds a bit strange. Why should he stalk us? I think he has other things to do."
"What? Are you saying I am boring or not worth being stalked?"
Shit. Wrong. Very wrong thing to say. And when did it change from us to just being him that is stalked?
"No. God, really. No. I… would never say you are boring. Quite far from it actually. I just don't see a reason for him to stalk you. Or us for that matter. I mean tell me why. Have you done something to him?"
"Why do I always have to do something to people huh?"
Okay, now he really is being irrational. The fuck?
"That's not what I said. And you know it. I just want to know why you think he has reason to stalk you, if he is stalking you, which I don't see. Because really, he is training with us now and you never said that he called you too often or showed up on you front lawn wearing nothing but a Longhorn apron."
What?
"What?"
Exactly. See what I am talking about? He reads my thoughts. Or not, since "what" is a rather common response to bullshit like the one I just said. He confuses me. I said that already, didn't I?
"Have you talked to Aaron again? Seriously? A Longhorn apron?"
"I would call that an offense. Would qualify as stalking. I guess. Bren said something about Suke doing that and police and A… Uh… Just.. argh, forget it okay?"
"Okay."
Okay. He grins slightly. Makes him look cocky in a way. I just know that he loves to confuse me. He gets kicks out of explaining things to me and I somehow have the feeling that he is trying to perfect it. It's like a game for him and I get treats when I figure out what he really wants to tell me. I play along most of the times because I have to admit that it is fun. Most of the times. Not always, because he gets twists and illogical stuff in his thoughts and loses me on the way to the solution. Uhm, and I have no idea what I was thinking just now.
My knee is pressed against his now and we are both ignoring it and the fact that mere five minutes ago the pool deck was buzzing with people.
"So again. Why do you think Erik is stalking us?"
"Because he is here. And he is looking. You know. Like really looking. He has done that before, at USC, and I don't like it."
Right. And here we go again. I am not even sure anymore that I want to be able to follow him.
"Alright, he is stalking us because he is here and he is looking."
"Yes."
"Anything else?"
"You mean that isn't enough already?"
He is kidding me. Right? He must be because that is too high for me. I am lost. Totally. I am not sure what to say to that. I swear to God that when he starts laughing now or tells me that this is a joke I am going to kill him.
"Seriously Klete, the fuck?"
He blinks at me, looks kinda hurt and I again I am at a loss for words. What the hell is going on now? He dugs his head and curls his toes. A sign that he is up to something. Not good.
"You know the definition of stalking Mike?"
"Uh… I am not sure. Tell me?" Okay, so that's where it is heading. He wants to explain things to me again. Sometimes that man is walking dictionary. Scary.
"Moving silently and deliberately; especially pursuing stealthily and persistently."
"Right." Again: What?
"Don't you see it?"
I can't say that I do.
"I think I need an explanation."
He nods, smiles and bits his lip. He looks so much like 5 right now that I am sure I won't be mad at him whatever he comes up with this time. It has to mean something to him, otherwise he wouldn't have started this whole strange conversation.
"It is the original definition of the word. To stalk. You know, to hunt something silently and deliberately."
"So you think he is hunting us?" Wherever that ends up I think that I need to talk to Klete about some therapy.
"Uhm, not especially me but… Uh.. you know."
No, I don't. I am not stupid. Really, I am not. But I really, really have a hard time getting what he wants to tell me right now. Okay, so he thinks Erik is hunting. Not that this sounds especially strange. Erik always had some kind of image to attain. Wow, I know some words. Amazing. Lady-killer wouldn't really cover it but it comes close. So I see why Klete thinks he is hunting but what does that have to do with stalking again?
"Uh… Klete? Just try for once to tell me straight out what the problem is because I really am not getting your hints this time."
"He fears that Erik is stalking, or better hunting you two. To either get you, Mike, out of Klete's arms or to just make Klete's life miserable again like he did at USC (not that Davis isn't doing a good job here now). If you ask me, I would go for the first one. Erik's been looking at you Michael. And Kleteee-tiger here is slightly freaking out over it. You should know how possessive he is Mike. It's in the nature of cats after all."
With that Peter is gone again. Told he was the best. It's a very rare view but Klete tries be swallowed by the ground. And I can't resist.
"Awwww., Tigger. You are jealous."
Because, really I am just a regular guy and this is way too funny right now to let it slip. It is one of those opportunities where I am not feeling bad about making fun of him.
"If you say that it is sweet I will not be talking or communication with you in any way for at least a week."
I know it pisses him off but I ruffle his hair and laugh. That is just so much like him that I wonder why I was so confused before. I should have seen it coming.
But leave it to Klete to try and warn me of Erik with some of his twisted pseudo intellectual comments. I mean everyone else would just come straight up to me and told me they are jealous. Not Klete though. He has to go and turn that into a fucking Discovery Channel production about Serengeti hunting rituals. Or at least that what it sounded like. I guess. I have no idea but it was far, far away from a normal way of telling me what was on his mind.
And he starts with stalking.
"Stalking?"
And isn't that blush adorable. I know I am mean.
"Was the first word to come up in my mind."
"And you couldn't have just said hunting? Or better told me that you are jealous?"
"It's not my fault that you are too slow to catch the meaning."
"Sometimes it is easier to be straight." Uhm right. Not what I meant but I think he gets it anyway. Because he is grinning again.
"Michael? You are bad with words."
I know.
"Thank God that we have Pete huh?"
Klete nods, pats my back and stands up. He just leans against the wall and goes back to warm up again.
"Klete?"
"Huh?"
"You do realize that we are wolverines right?"
"Sure. And?"
"He still is a Trojan. He wouldn't be able to hunt us. You see? Simple way to get lost of all your fears. Wolves are a pack and no one comes in there. And no one hunts wolves."
I grin up at him. I, too, can hand out hints without saying things straight forward. He taught me that much and I am still learning.
"Is that your way of telling me that I don't have to be jealous?"
"Well, what do you think?"
"I take that as a Yes."
"Good boy." I pat his knee and he just laughs. Sometimes it is easy to keep up a conversation with him. Sometimes I don't get single word. Sometimes he doesn't want me to understand because it is his way of coming to terms with whatever is bothering. But most of the times we understand. Okay, so now I really want to hit myself. I mean come on that really sounds pathetic and all mushy. He is a bad influence on me.
He slides down the wall and sits next to me again, his hand on my lower back and I don't even think about reminding him where we are. He knows. And it's only Peter being here now, so that is okay. Peter just smiles at us, stretches and straightens up again.
I think I need to talk to Erik. About Wolverines and packs and about how hunting them isn't a good idea.
Author: icebear_cw
Fandom: Swimming
Pairing: MP/KK
Rating: PG 13
Timeline: Spring 2006
Disclaimer: Not mine, not real, did not happen. I don't own them.
I needed a break from Shakespeare. This is what came out of it. I don't know if I like it.
Blame Mike's quote:
Michael: Klete (laughs) is one of a kind, I think. He’s not the “normal person,” but he’s definitely someone good to have around. He’s funny and outgoing. Right now, he’s training out of his mind. He’s a guy I love to be around.
Hunting
"I think he is stalking."
I frown at him, which is kinda usual nowadays. He seems to be more out of it than ever. But I am not the one to judge. Not that I ever would, I mean I really have no idea what is going on in his head most of the times. Only when he tries to tell me and even then I am not really getting most of the stuff which comes out of his mouth. I guess I am just used to the strange ideas he comes up with. I blink again and he is still staring at the office door right next to us.
"Who?"
"Huh?" He looks confused, which confuses me. Because really. Can someone have such a bad short term memory? I mean he is talking to me after all, he should at least pretend to be keeping up with the conversation. It would be rude otherwise. Well, okay he is like that so I shouldn't complain but it still ticks me off. A little bit.
"Who is stalking whom?"
"Oh.. Vendt. Us"
Huh? Uh.. Vendt? Us? Vendt is stalking us?
What?
I think he lost me there. I think I can say I have no idea what he is talking about. And look how often I can refer to myself in my own fucking thoughts. He shifts closer to me, just slightly and it puts me off somehow. He normally isn't someone doing that in the open. I can feel the warmth radiating from his leg close to my knees. Warm-ups are fun. Mostly. Just right now we aren't doing anything but sit here. And I am confused. Uh, where were we again? Vendt. Right.
"Uh... How that?"
"He is here. And he keeps on looking."
"And that qualifies as stalking?"
He glares at me and I somehow have the feeling that this is serious. Uhm, okay. So from the start, he has been kinda miffed from the day they told us Erik and Kaitlin would join our little elite training group. He looks grumpy now and refuses to tell why. He is not even telling me, which in itself is not something to dwell about. But that he is not even making hints like usual is kina worrisome. He is like that, if he wants someone to know something, like how about he feels, he makes hints instead of saying straight out what is bothering him. This used to drive everyone nuts, especially Malchow. Probably a reason why Dolan sat him down some years ago and refused to let him go for hours. Peter is the best in taking hints. Peter is the best when it comes to feelings and emotions anyway.
He drops his face into his hands and shakes his head. I guess I should be happy that he is talking to me right now.
"So okay, he is stalking us. Any idea why?"
He shakes his head. And beat me but that should look more pathetic then it does. He looks rather cute in his unique way. And he would kill me if I ever should say that out loud. Because someone like him is not cute. Not at all. He is worse than Dolan when it comes to stuff like that.
"No. No idea. Otherwise it wouldn't weird me out that much. I mean it is strange right? The looks and all."
"Maybe he is just happy seeing you again?"
He blinks, rapidly. Shakes his head, drops his face back into his hands and is silent for a while. Then he just shrugs, looks back up at me and shakes his head again. "I still think he is stalking us. I don't like it. I want him gone."
"You sound like 5."
"And?"
"Okay, 3 then."
"You sound like Bob now."
That should have been an accusation but strangely it does not really affect me. I am too amused by him to really get into fighting mood. So I shrug, which sets him off even more.
"Ah damn. I don't want him here. I left to not see him all day. I don't want to leave. Again. Not because he is here now."
"Well then don't."
"You think this is funny, don't you? It is not. I know what I am talking about and I am not crazy. I am not out of it and it is not one of my strange ideas."
Sometimes he scares me. Sometimes I really think he can read my thoughts. Uh, I should stop watching these WB shows. Really, they just mess with your head and you suddenly start seeing people in another light. Okay, not really, but wouldn't that be a nice excuse to tell our coach after I hit him over the head. Sorry but he is reading my thoughts and I hate that? Not that I would ever do that or really think about it. It was just a though for like a nano-second. That doesn't count. Yes, I am crazy. Comes from hanging out with him.
"You are not a very perceptive person you know. I am telling you he is stalking us and you think it is a joke. You should know me by now."
"Sorry, but you know.. it really sounds a bit strange. Why should he stalk us? I think he has other things to do."
"What? Are you saying I am boring or not worth being stalked?"
Shit. Wrong. Very wrong thing to say. And when did it change from us to just being him that is stalked?
"No. God, really. No. I… would never say you are boring. Quite far from it actually. I just don't see a reason for him to stalk you. Or us for that matter. I mean tell me why. Have you done something to him?"
"Why do I always have to do something to people huh?"
Okay, now he really is being irrational. The fuck?
"That's not what I said. And you know it. I just want to know why you think he has reason to stalk you, if he is stalking you, which I don't see. Because really, he is training with us now and you never said that he called you too often or showed up on you front lawn wearing nothing but a Longhorn apron."
What?
"What?"
Exactly. See what I am talking about? He reads my thoughts. Or not, since "what" is a rather common response to bullshit like the one I just said. He confuses me. I said that already, didn't I?
"Have you talked to Aaron again? Seriously? A Longhorn apron?"
"I would call that an offense. Would qualify as stalking. I guess. Bren said something about Suke doing that and police and A… Uh… Just.. argh, forget it okay?"
"Okay."
Okay. He grins slightly. Makes him look cocky in a way. I just know that he loves to confuse me. He gets kicks out of explaining things to me and I somehow have the feeling that he is trying to perfect it. It's like a game for him and I get treats when I figure out what he really wants to tell me. I play along most of the times because I have to admit that it is fun. Most of the times. Not always, because he gets twists and illogical stuff in his thoughts and loses me on the way to the solution. Uhm, and I have no idea what I was thinking just now.
My knee is pressed against his now and we are both ignoring it and the fact that mere five minutes ago the pool deck was buzzing with people.
"So again. Why do you think Erik is stalking us?"
"Because he is here. And he is looking. You know. Like really looking. He has done that before, at USC, and I don't like it."
Right. And here we go again. I am not even sure anymore that I want to be able to follow him.
"Alright, he is stalking us because he is here and he is looking."
"Yes."
"Anything else?"
"You mean that isn't enough already?"
He is kidding me. Right? He must be because that is too high for me. I am lost. Totally. I am not sure what to say to that. I swear to God that when he starts laughing now or tells me that this is a joke I am going to kill him.
"Seriously Klete, the fuck?"
He blinks at me, looks kinda hurt and I again I am at a loss for words. What the hell is going on now? He dugs his head and curls his toes. A sign that he is up to something. Not good.
"You know the definition of stalking Mike?"
"Uh… I am not sure. Tell me?" Okay, so that's where it is heading. He wants to explain things to me again. Sometimes that man is walking dictionary. Scary.
"Moving silently and deliberately; especially pursuing stealthily and persistently."
"Right." Again: What?
"Don't you see it?"
I can't say that I do.
"I think I need an explanation."
He nods, smiles and bits his lip. He looks so much like 5 right now that I am sure I won't be mad at him whatever he comes up with this time. It has to mean something to him, otherwise he wouldn't have started this whole strange conversation.
"It is the original definition of the word. To stalk. You know, to hunt something silently and deliberately."
"So you think he is hunting us?" Wherever that ends up I think that I need to talk to Klete about some therapy.
"Uhm, not especially me but… Uh.. you know."
No, I don't. I am not stupid. Really, I am not. But I really, really have a hard time getting what he wants to tell me right now. Okay, so he thinks Erik is hunting. Not that this sounds especially strange. Erik always had some kind of image to attain. Wow, I know some words. Amazing. Lady-killer wouldn't really cover it but it comes close. So I see why Klete thinks he is hunting but what does that have to do with stalking again?
"Uh… Klete? Just try for once to tell me straight out what the problem is because I really am not getting your hints this time."
"He fears that Erik is stalking, or better hunting you two. To either get you, Mike, out of Klete's arms or to just make Klete's life miserable again like he did at USC (not that Davis isn't doing a good job here now). If you ask me, I would go for the first one. Erik's been looking at you Michael. And Kleteee-tiger here is slightly freaking out over it. You should know how possessive he is Mike. It's in the nature of cats after all."
With that Peter is gone again. Told he was the best. It's a very rare view but Klete tries be swallowed by the ground. And I can't resist.
"Awwww., Tigger. You are jealous."
Because, really I am just a regular guy and this is way too funny right now to let it slip. It is one of those opportunities where I am not feeling bad about making fun of him.
"If you say that it is sweet I will not be talking or communication with you in any way for at least a week."
I know it pisses him off but I ruffle his hair and laugh. That is just so much like him that I wonder why I was so confused before. I should have seen it coming.
But leave it to Klete to try and warn me of Erik with some of his twisted pseudo intellectual comments. I mean everyone else would just come straight up to me and told me they are jealous. Not Klete though. He has to go and turn that into a fucking Discovery Channel production about Serengeti hunting rituals. Or at least that what it sounded like. I guess. I have no idea but it was far, far away from a normal way of telling me what was on his mind.
And he starts with stalking.
"Stalking?"
And isn't that blush adorable. I know I am mean.
"Was the first word to come up in my mind."
"And you couldn't have just said hunting? Or better told me that you are jealous?"
"It's not my fault that you are too slow to catch the meaning."
"Sometimes it is easier to be straight." Uhm right. Not what I meant but I think he gets it anyway. Because he is grinning again.
"Michael? You are bad with words."
I know.
"Thank God that we have Pete huh?"
Klete nods, pats my back and stands up. He just leans against the wall and goes back to warm up again.
"Klete?"
"Huh?"
"You do realize that we are wolverines right?"
"Sure. And?"
"He still is a Trojan. He wouldn't be able to hunt us. You see? Simple way to get lost of all your fears. Wolves are a pack and no one comes in there. And no one hunts wolves."
I grin up at him. I, too, can hand out hints without saying things straight forward. He taught me that much and I am still learning.
"Is that your way of telling me that I don't have to be jealous?"
"Well, what do you think?"
"I take that as a Yes."
"Good boy." I pat his knee and he just laughs. Sometimes it is easy to keep up a conversation with him. Sometimes I don't get single word. Sometimes he doesn't want me to understand because it is his way of coming to terms with whatever is bothering. But most of the times we understand. Okay, so now I really want to hit myself. I mean come on that really sounds pathetic and all mushy. He is a bad influence on me.
He slides down the wall and sits next to me again, his hand on my lower back and I don't even think about reminding him where we are. He knows. And it's only Peter being here now, so that is okay. Peter just smiles at us, stretches and straightens up again.
I think I need to talk to Erik. About Wolverines and packs and about how hunting them isn't a good idea.