slayer_fray | [Milliways: OMG Thunk.]

[Milliways: OMG Thunk.]

It's been a long night. Mel had a particularly tough grab in the Uppers, and set upon by an unusually together group of lurks on her way home. Oh, and then she had to clear up after a murder.

Rutting domestics. She hates men sometimes.

OK, not all of them. But she's tired, messy, and no longer looking forward to a shower in the near future. Maybe once she's told Mike of the situation, there'll at least be snuggles.

Once she finds him.

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He's really not all that hard to find, truth be told. Sprawled out across Mel's bed in a heap, a miniphant by his side. Both are snoring slightly, only one is drooling.

And great, she hoped Bar would have woken him or warned him or something. Stupid piece of wood.

Mel rubs her forehead with the heel of her palm, before resting one knee on the edge of the bed and placing her other hand on his jaw.

Bar works in mysterious ways. Just because Mike is asleep doesn't necessarily mean that he doesn't know what's going on.

It just means he thinks it was all a dream.

Mike grunts and sleepily moves towards the touch.

"Babe?"

Mel strokes his hair gently, curling round to sit on the bed next to him.

Stampy grunts, opens one eye and kicks at her to make her stop moving.

He groans. As he surfaces from his sleep he mumbles.

"tell the loompas not to use bleach. ruin's the floor. murphy's oil soap."

Mike reaches out for Mel in an attempt to drag her into bed.

"Not what I wanted to talk about."

Mel folds slightly with his pull, but ends up lying, fully dressed across the bed, her head on his shoulder.

"I don't know what to do."

"mmmm."

Happy, warm...wait, what was that last part?

"About?"

Mel takes a quiet, calm breath, before she says, "there's a dead body in cell."

"....What?"

He tries to sit up, but is under both a slayer and a mini-phant.

Well, the Slayer gets out of the way quick enough.

"I just locked someone up for killing her ex. She says it was self defense."

"That...that was real?"

He pinches the bridge of his nose, and begins muttering.

"damnit bar, you wake me up for stuff like this!"

Mel leans her head on his shoulder now he's sitting. "She's safe. Well, in cell, but safe. I just don't know how long to leave her there."

Mel's out of her depth, here.

Someone was killed in Milliways. Someone Died here. Mike makes a mental not to NOT tell his brother about this. The list of things he's NOT to tell his brother has gotten rather large as of late.

He wraps an arm around Mel.

"I...I don't really know if there's some sort of procedure for something like this. I mean, there's a reason it's like, discouraged and stuff."

He swallows hard.

"Am I supposed to know? I mean, is this something the Barman does? Or is this like, totally up to Security to figure out?"

"Dunno," Mel says honestly. "Though if you don't think it's a barman thing it can be a 'my boyfriend' thing if you want."

Her hand reaches up to her shoulder and squeezes his fingers.

"I'm going to talk to her friends. Figure out how bad it was."

"And you said you locked up the body?...in Baby?"

"Yeah. I didn't know what else to do. He was already dead, and I don't know how permanent it is."

Mike runs his free hand through his hair.

"Um...okay. Okayokayokay. Well, best thing to do is to like, not panic. Right? Panicking would be like, not good. The direct opposite of good, in fact. Um...so someone needs to talk to Archie...and uh, maybe Baby. See if they can find anything about how this sort of thing is supposed to go down."

Mike's panicking, which is exactly mot what Mel wanted, so she kisses him softly.

"I don't know about asking Baby, but I think she's taking good care of our killer. I'll find Archie as soon as I can. Tomorrow."

"Tomorrow. Right. Okay."

His mind is racing, going over as many possibilities as he can think of, and none of them are all that attractive.

"Is everyone all right? I mean, aside from the dead guy..."

"Yeah," Mel says. "She was stabbed, but she's healing. No long term. Um. Physical."

Mike's voice softens.

"And you?"

"Came in afterwards," Mel points out, but she leans on him.

"I'm too used to running from law. Not being it."

He chuckles, holding her close

*I just hid from it, that's kind of the same thing, right?"

"Yeah," Mel says, exhaling gently.

"I don't suppose we can just let her go tomorrow?"

"Yeeeaaaah, probably not. How much do we know about the situation? What's the likelyhood that someone'd be looking to restore honor or something?"

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