“Okay okay I didn't get you breakfast and now it's lunch time. What do you want?” He asked her with an indulgent smile. She smiled sleepily at him for a moment before answering.
“Cheeseburger,” she said sleepily.
“Like a McDonalds' cheeseburger or like a diner cheeseburger?” He asked her as he watched her eyes drifting closed.
“Diner,” she said.
He laughed softly and kissed her forehead. He wiggled out from under her and pulled the blankets over her. After pulling on his clothes, he left the room and headed down the hallway. He paused when he saw a Goodman, Wilson and Perkins standing there laughing. They stopped when he approached. Legates smelled a rat and wasn't happy about it.
“You guys and I mean every last man in this unit stays the hell away from that room,” Legates said with a scowl on his face.
“Yes, sir,” they said, saluting in a 3rd Rock from the Sun style. Shaking his head he walked off leaving them there laughing.
Michelle was drifting in that foggy half sleep zone when she heard a knocking on the door. Ignoring it she went back to fog land. It came again. Grumbling, she pulled on a tee shirt and jeans. Opening the door she glared at Goodman who was standing there smiling at her.
“Goodman what the hell do you want?” She asked getting ready to have a snit fit.
He stood there smiling then stepped to the left. Perkins and Wilson suddenly filled the doorway, before she realized what was going on they opened fire on her with supersoakers. They laughed then belted off down the hallway still laughing.
“Oh hell no,” she screeched. She came out of the room at a full on run. Stretching her legs, she vaulted and landed on Perkins back. He fell forward when her weight landed on his back. Jamming her legs over his shoulders and locking her feet on his back she sat on his shoulders.
“Dear God woman get off me,” he hollered.
Legates was coming back up the stairs when he heard Perkins yelling in the hallway. Sighing, he opened the door to see Michelle dripping wet, pinning Perkins to the floor.
“Get er-” Perkins was cut off when Michelle lifted up then slammed her butt down on his shoulder blades. Legates gave up and burst into laughter.
“Baby...why...are...you...wet?” Legates asked Michelle between laughing.
“These,” bounce, “assholes,” bounce, “ shot me,” bounce, “ with a super soaker,” she bounced one more time.
She didn't see the door at the end of the hall open. She looked up when she heard an unfamiliar voice laughing near the door. She shot a glare at the young man wearing a green beret.
“Not very sniper like there, Perkins,” the guy said as he walked past them.
“Shut, omph, up, omph, Maggs,” Perkins said, Michelle bouncing on him between each word.
Legates finally took pity on Perkins and set the bag of food down then lifted Michelle forcibly off Perkins. Perkins scrabbled and high tailed it from the hallway into his room. Michelle lunging towards him as he ran.
“Come on, Baby. I got you some food,” Legates wheedled, she paused for half a second before sprinting down the hall after Perkins.
Legates stood in the hallway laughing at poor Perkins fate. Michelle came to a skidding halt to see Goodman on a bed in the room Perkins had disappeared into. She belted towards him and landed on his chest her knees pinning his arms down.
“What the fuc-” he hollered. Michelle leaned over him and growled in his face. Legates stood leaning in the doorway laughing.
“Get her off me,” Goodman hollered. As Michelle glared at him promising death.
“She's dripping on me,” Goodman whined. Perkins came out of the bathroom, spun on his heel and went right back in.
“If I could stop laughing I'd get her off you but...” Legates said, laughing even harder. Techie walked up behind Legates and tried to see around him.
“What the hell is going on?” Techie asked, bobbing and weaving trying to see around Legates. Legates stepped into the room and to the left slightly. Techie saw Michelle pinning Goodman to the bed, dripping all over him and growling.
“They super soaked her,” Legates said.
“Aren't they supposed to run after they do that?” Techie asked rubbing the back of his head trying not to laugh.
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