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15 October 2008 @ 10:52 pm
The Unit/Burn Notice Fic: Rough Ride  
Written for rounds_of_kink - Round Eight
10/15/08 Prompt Michael/Gerard
Flirtation
Rough Seas episode - Gerard is really either Coop or Mack. Like recognizes like.
Crossposted to unit_command and burnnotice


Title: Rough Ride
Pairing/Characters: Mack/Michael
Rating: PG13
Spoilers: Rough Seas (Burn Notice)
Summary: After the heist Gerard takes Michael aside for a private discussion
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ

Other comments are housed at rounds_of_kink.


The intelligence community may be small, but it's not every day you run into someone you know. In fact, most of the time your life depends on not being recognized. False names, disguises, being very careful not to cross paths with people more than once... These are strategies that ensure you won't end up with a gun to your head unexpectedly.

You develop the skill of picking the spook out of the crowd: someone who blends in a little too well, someone who stays too still and watches too much, someone who looks like they're supposed to be waiting for something, but their body language has nothing to do with sitting around.

And then there's the telltale body language of carrying a concealed weapon.

Everyone can tell an amateur, most pros can spot a pro. Experts, well sometimes one slips by us. And that's when things get interesting.


-

"Throw me the keys to the Charger!"

Gerard put up his hand and a member of his crew tossed him a set of keys.

"I'm taking this joker home. Come on, Jackson. Let's take a ride."

"Home?" Michael wheezed. "I get to go home? That would be good because I think I should have some sort of alibi, you know? Like visiting my mother when they find out the drugs are gone," he rambled. "She can talk for hours so I figure if I get her started she'll tell them I was there all day." He nodded his head over emphatically and Gerard rolled his eyes.

"I don't care if you go play bingo with her at the senior center. Long as you keep your mouth shut, you'll get paid like the rest of us. Understand?"

Michael made a big show of miming a key locking his lips.

Gerard slid his gun down the back of his jeans and covered it up with his t-shirt.

"Let's go.

They walked out in silence, Michael carefully maintaining Jackson's meek walk and posture, keeping his head down despite glances around - discreetly cataloging the area.

Once they were a fair distance from the rest of the crew Gerard grabbed him out of nowhere, pulled him behind a building and slammed him up against a wall, drawing his gun and pressing it under his chin. Michael had to fight not to use counter measures, to pretend he was meek and scared, faking his trembling as best he could.

"I'm going to ask you a question," Gerard growled. "I already know the answer. What you need to do is answer truthfully. If your answer matches what I already know? You get to go on breathing, understand?"

Michael tried for a fast nervous nod, but only got so far with the gun pressed under his chin and Gerard's body pressing him into the wall.

"What do you want to know?" he squeaked out.

"I want you to tell me..." Gerard's voice softened a little, changed subtly in tone. "In 2006 Halil Hazizah traveled to Nigeria to make a major purchase. What did he buy there?"

Michael blinked at him, stunned, almost dropping out of character in shock.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about," he said before he realized he'd forgotten to use Jackson's voice.

"I think you do." Gerard looked him straight in the eye from mere inches away. "It's been bugging me why you looked familiar and now I know where I've seen you before. So you answer? And I get my confirmation? If not?" He nudged the gun closer. "I can't risk you blowing this op."

"Holy shit..." Michael's eyes widened. "Nigeria..."

"Answer the question." Gerard hadn't moved a muscle and was still bowstring taut.

Michael took a deep breath. "Hazizah bought a truckload of Soviet short range missiles, or he tried to at least. Someone," he said slowly, looking meaningfully at Gerard, "got in the way of the delivery."

Gerard pulled the gun away and returned it to the back of his jeans.

"Thought so," he said, nodding to himself as he relaxed, taking just enough of a step back so Michael could breathe. "So the question is now, what are you doing in the middle of an op on US soil? You're not supposed to be here."

"Neither are you," Michael said, finally standing up straight and using his normal voice. "Where's Snake Doctor? Him I'd recognize again. I don't remember which one you are."

"Dirt Diver. I’m the one who saved your ass from a hundred yards away."

Michael raised his eyebrows. "Nice shot. Do I say thanks or will a fruit basket do?"

Gerard smirked. "I saved your ass; some would say I own it."

Michael's lips curled into a matching smirk. "My ass isn't for sale."

Gerard moved in a little closer. "I was just thinking about taking it out for a spin."

"Open up the throttle, hear it purr? This is a high performance machine. Think you can handle it?"

"Oh, I have exactly the touch for high end machines. Just put me behind the wheel and let me drive."

Gerard moved back in enough that their bodies were just barely touching, the air between them charged with a whole different kind of tension than just minutes ago.

"You think you're going to drive?"

"I am."

"And I should just sit back and enjoy the ride?"

"No."

"No?" Michael looked at him, surprised.

Gerard leaned in to rumble in his ear. "You're going to be making yourself useful." His lips grazed Michael's earlobe, sending a tantalized shudder through him as hot breath gave him a chill even in the Miami heat.

He stood back up, taking a glance around. "I don't know what you're in this op for and I don't want to know." His tone was serious now. "And I can't tell you why I'm in this op, but believe me, there's a reason for this. I can't guarantee your safety, but play along, do as I tell you and I'll try to make sure you get out of this okay."

"I can't give up my agenda," Michael warned. "But I can make sure you don't get hurt. My people won't hurt anyone unless they're forced to." He paused briefly. "If the cops get involved?"

"I'll get arrested along with them," Gerard said. "It will be part of my cover. I've got my team to bust me out so the op can go on regardless. This is deep cover shit. We've all been under a while and this is just part of the big picture."

"Understood."

Gerard finally pulled away and gestured for him to keep walking towards the car.

Michael looked around and slipped back into the Jackson persona.

"I have to tell you though," Gerard said with a chuckle, unlocking the car doors remotely for them. "You do a damn fine Jerry Lewis."

He opened the passenger door for Michael and Michael made a point of sliding his body suggestively past Gerard's as he went to get in, dropping a sly wink at him as he did so.

"Why thank you..."

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Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on October 16th, 2008 05:58 am (UTC)
Confession
A new fandom! From out of *nowhere*! /mind boggles/

When the prompts went up for Round 8 of rounds_of_kink only one of them made me go 'ooh!' and that was this one. To be fair it was more 'ooh! Mel would love it if I wrote that!' and she did so I claimed it. I only watched the pilot of Burn Notice so I'd understand who everyone was before we watched Max Martini in Rough Seas (I loved him as Billy in Numb3rs and liked him as Mack in The Unit too so this was no hardship), but I ended up kind of liking the show. I watched a handful more Season 1 episodes and now it's on my list of shows to watch the rest of eventually. I liked Jeffrey Donovan from The Pretender, Bruce Campbell is *Bruce Campbell* and Gabrielle Anwar was a recurring guest star on John Doe, which I recently rewatched all of. So really, a winning cast. Plus Sharon Gless as possibly the only TV character I like seeing smoking; it totally fits her.

I do have a hankering to write some hot Michael/Fiona some day - maybe them hooking for the first time up in Ireland and having really scorching hot sex - so I figure I'll be back to the fandom with another offering later. For now? A crossover, even if that's totally unusual for me, is not a bad way in.

Besides, I had a ball trying to duplicate Michael's voiceover in the opening of the fic. ROFL

FWIW I was really tempted to make it Billy and not Mack, but when it came down to it Mack was the more likely of the two to be undercover in such an operation. Mack's more likely to go off the reservation or be engaged in dubious acts than Billy. That and the idea of Mack/Michael seemed oddly more appealing than Billy/Michael. Not sure why since it's the exact same man, but bodies are not characters and characters count.

Credit goes to melissima for the Jerry Lewis line. I literally stole the words out of her mouth. I mean, come on! I was already thinking it! Who wasn't?

/waves to the friends on her F-list who are already members of the Burn Notice comm/

Surprise!

One last thing: thank you to silentflux for not just coming up with this awesome prompt idea, but for running RoK. I'm a huge proponent of kink so a comm that helps show the world that kink is part of a normal healthy sex life? Awesome and important.

Thanks,

Emma DeMarais
melissima: Mack Hot by <lj user=melissima>melissima on October 16th, 2008 08:04 am (UTC)
ZOMGYAYELEVENTYPOCKETS!!!!!

Thank you, dear Slash!wife, for TWO images of Mack's ass in jeans he is shoving a gun down the back of. Have I told you I love you today? ILU ♥

Also your Michael's!voiceover voice is astonishingly perfect. I exhibit no surprise whatsoever, but I like it. *Plots wheedling more Michael's!voiceover fic in future*


"My ass isn't for sale."

Gerard moved in a little closer. "I was just thinking about taking it out for a spin."

"Open up the throttle, hear it purr? This is a high performance machine. Think you can handle it?"

"Oh, I have exactly the touch for high end machines. Just put me behind the wheel and let me drive."

Gerard moved back in enough that their bodies were just barely touching, the air between them charged with a whole different kind of tension than just minutes ago.

"You think you're going to drive?"

"I am."

"And I should just sit back and enjoy the ride?"

"No."

"No?" Michael looked at him, surprised.

Gerard leaned in to rumble in his ear. "You're going to be making yourself useful." His lips grazed Michael's earlobe, sending a tantalized shudder through him as hot breath gave him a chill even in the Miami heat.


GUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH.....*Splodes* Oh oops...Sorry for 'sploding all over your pretty LJ. *Polishes*

And I got quoted! It occurs to me how *my* words wound up in The Freckled One's mouth...I'm not worthy! (Though I must admit I've spent so much time thinking about getting something of mine into that mouth, I probably Manifested it. Thank you Universe, and thank you WCSW!)

This fic is so much fun and so delicious! I am the luckiest, seriously.



Edited to correct Parenthesis fail.

Edited at 2008-10-16 08:09 am (UTC)
Karen: burn notice trust mebyrons_brain on October 16th, 2008 03:13 pm (UTC)
::Big Grin:: Wonderful! but please there must be more.... ::begs::
starfireficstarfirefic on December 12th, 2009 09:24 pm (UTC)
Just found this while browsing for Unit fic, and this? This is *perfect*. Michael voice? Check. Mack voice? Check. Tension like whoah? Check.

But the best part is that I'm not the only one who wondered how cool it would be if Gerard were Mack undercover when I saw the BN ep :-)

Thanks for a wonderful read!
aka DevilWoman, the Thrower of (plot)Bunniesjebbypal on January 28th, 2011 01:29 pm (UTC)
Great job