Blizzard

Today’s been a lousy day.
Michelangelo’s sitting in a deep hole in snow, knees drawn up to his chest. He’s really cold right now. He’s so cold he can’t feel his toes or face. Very close to him, too close for comfort, is Leonardo. He adopts a pose similar to Michelangelo’s.
Why didn’t April tell them this friendly countryside had blizzards? They wouldn’t have gone so far from the farm…
Michelangelo rubs some warmth into his upper arms. It doesn’t work.
Leonardo said: “We have to hide now; else we’ll freeze to death.” He said it so calmly. So calmly Michelangelo felt the undercurrent of panic. It didn’t show, there was just no way it wasn’t there.
Noticing that Leo’s foot is touching his, Michelangelo jerks away. The sudden movement sends a wave of heat into his body and for a moment he’s grateful.
“You have hidden agenda,” Michelangelo accused Leonardo in a very straightforward fashion.
“Yes, I do,” Leonardo conceded.
Michelangelo sees the hunger in him. It burns behind his eyes – it’s warm and Mikey wants to hold it in his hand. But no, no, remember his motives, no matter what he says, no matter what you know about him as surely as that you’re breathing, don’t let your guard down, you mustn’t – mustn’t…
Leonardo raises his hand and holds it out to Michelangelo. The gesture is deliberately ignored. Mikey looks away, listening to the blizzard howling. It sounds like monsters. Monsters – fear – hide – protection – Leo – but he can’t go down that line, not now when Leonardo is so close, God, so close he can feel heat radiating from his skin.
Michelangelo’s eye ridge furrows and he can’t feel it at all, but he must look miserable judging from the pitying way Leonardo watches him. He’s cold, he’s so cold!
He was never the one to rely on logic, and what he’s feeling isn’t logical either. Why is he afraid of Leo? Why can’t he stand the thought of being touched by him?
Two fears fight in Michelangelo’s mind. He’s scared of freezing to death. The other fear he doesn’t understand. But he can’t let Leonardo touch him. It’s the only thing he knows.
His body cries out for heat it can feel inches away. Just lean on him – he wants it, he told you, he wants you, so give yourself, why not, why not, WHY WON’T YOU?
“Please Mikey, hang in there… Please don’t go. Stay with me. Open your eyes Mikey. Talk to me. Please, say something.”
Michelangelo’s suddenly less cold. He can’t feel anything anymore. He just hears a voice that begs him not to leave, to hang on. It tells him that he can’t be lost. It tells him “I love you.”
Michelangelo opens his eyes. They take very long to focus. But he recognises a blur of blue instantly. It’s hovering over him, and it’s moving. Swaying. Completely numb, Michelangelo only sees that he’s being carried. And Leo’s voice keeps telling him not to fall asleep.

Myslím, že Miki halucinuje. Zpátky na fanfikce.