Micah Carrington: Micah slips into the hotel room, leaning against the door to make it closed, and sighs. He flicks the lock then puts the little bar in place so that the door cannot be opened even with a key card. He kicks off his shoes just inside the door and moves towards the bed, stripping slowly, intending to take a shower and pack his stuff.

Micah Carrington: 5,7,8,10,

Micah Carrington: As he looks around the room, trying to figure out what to pack, his eyes land on Sasha's backpack. His tongue flicks quickly across his lips and he turns away, shedding his pants quickly before heading for the bathroom.

Micah Carrington: He turns on the shower and closes the door, moving to stare at his reflection in the mirror before stepping into the tub, settling his slim frame under the steaming spray.

Micah Carrington: Leaning into the shower wall he lathers up a washcloth and begins to scrub his skin raw, irritated as hell with himself and the world in general.

Micah Carrington: He rinses then quickly washes his hair and cuts the water, stepping from the shower to towel off his pink skin.

Micah Carrington: After wrapping the towel around his hips he swipes his hand across the mirror so he can see himself as he brushes his teeth. Turning off the water he finger combs his hair, then grabs the toothbrush and toothpaste and heads back out into the main room, tossing them both to the bed, his eyes sliding towards Sasha's backpack again.

Micah Carrington: Snorting at himself he shakes his head and moves to the closet to grab the suitcase, hauling it out and dropping it to the bed.

Micah Carrington: He pushes it open then starts gathering up his stuff, moving back and froth between the closet, dresser and bed, avoiding the backpack as much as he can and pushing it out of his way if he can't.

Micah Carrington: He tucks the toothbrush and toothbrush into the little case that his razor is in and settles that on top of everything else, closing the case. His eyes slip to the box in the corner and he sighs, pushing the suitcase to the floor before moving across the bed to grab the box.

Micah Carrington: Craddling it in his arms he moves back to the bed, sitting down on the edge. Teeth worrying at his bottom lip he turns and sets it down, pulling the flaps open to dig through it, searching for the little envelope at the bottom.

Micah Carrington: His eyes slide back to Sasha's backpack and he leans over, pulling it up onto the bed as well. He pauses, stomach knotting and puts the envelope in his mouth before moving the box to the floor and scooting up towards the head of the bed, dragging the backpack up with him.

Micah Carrington: He drops the envelope into his lap and opens the pocket with shaking fingers, pulling out her kit slowly. He sets it down next to him then opens the envelope, shaking the rings into his palm.

Micah Carrington: Carefully he slides the smaller of the two onto the ring finger of his left hand, his right hand curling over the other as he pulls the note out of the envelope, opening it slowly.

Micah Carrington: Lips moving, he reads the note outloud, trying to imagine Josh writing it. The ring on his finger and the one in his palm seem to weigh too much. He drops the paper and sighs, pushing Josh's ring onto his thumb before he reaches for the little kit, pulling it onto his lap and opening it slowly.

Micah Carrington: He stares down at the syringe, running his finger down the length of it before he very gently touches the needle. He blinks and lifts a hand to wipe away the tear, part of his mind wondering where his glasses were.

Sasha: The elevator opens and she moves out, heading for the door. She sighs, taking a deep breath...dull day, beyond...y'know. The whole adbuction thing this morning. She pulls out her keycard and moves to the door, going to swipe it in.

Micah Carrington: Exhaling raggedly he pulls out the syringe, staring at it.

Sasha: The card is swiped, and she pulls on the door, moving inside, frowning a little as the latch catches a hint. Another try, and the not-fully pushed latch gives, scoring the door frame, and she pulls the door open.

Micah Carrington: He jumps, swearing visciously as he pricks his finger.

Sasha: She steps into the place, blinking at the swearing. She sees him with the needle, and freezes, her face going pale, jaw going slack.

Micah Carrington: He drops it into the case as his eyes settle on Sasha, her form blurring as the tears rise. Shamefaced he presses his hands over his face, the gold rings glinting in the light.

Sasha: Numbe fingers let go of the door, letting it swing shut on it's own accord. She stares at him, shocked. "M..Micah?" Several blinks. "Babe?"

Micah Carrington: His shoulders hunch and he draws his knees to his chest, elbows settling on them as he begins to sob.

Sasha: She purses her lips tightly together, and makes slow steps toward him. They get a little faster with each step, and she grabs the kit from him, snapping it shut and flinging it across the room like it was on fire. She looks at him, helplessly...and reaches out to take him in her arms, holding him quietly.

Micah Carrington: His body is stiff in her arms, lean muscle tensed and trembling as the sobs rock his frame. "i want it over, Bea...I can't...I can't do it anymore. Ev-everytime I have it together I fall apart..."

Sasha: "Micah, hon...shhh." She wraps herself around him, comforting him and pressing lips against his temple. "Shh, shh...it's okay, babe. I'm here. Don't..." She looks over at the heroin kit, scattered on the floor, then back to him. "I'm here."

Micah Carrington: He chokes on the sobs, his teeth settling into his lower lip. "why do I keep fuckin' up?"

Sasha: "I don't know. Why do I?" She shrugs. "Micah...whatever you've done, it's..." She shakes her head. "Everything you've told me. Nothin'. Nothin', compared to what I've done. But you tell me to keep going, that I'm better then that...stuff." Her eyes shut, and she rests her forehead against his scalp. "And if I am, you don't even b'long in the same STATE as it."

Micah Carrington: He uncurls slowly to wrap his arms around her. "I love JOsh so much...I love Aerin...but its not enough. Nothing is ever enough."

Sasha: "Whatever we've got, hon...it's enough for me." She sighs, deeply, and hugs him tightly. "It really is."

Micah Carrington: "I just don't want to get you hurt," he whispers brokenly, holding her tightly.

Sasha: "I'm gonna get hurt." She sighs, stroking his back lightly, his hair, his shoulders. "It's gonna happen. But nine times outa ten, that'll be my fault, not yours. Hon..." She smiles a little, blinking back a couplpe tears. "...I'm way, WAY more emotionally fucked then you are. Any pain that comes will be from me, okay? You'll be the good in my life, and you have been so far."

Micah Carrington: "I screw up everything I touch, Bea..." He pulls back to blink at her, hands moving over his face, slowing when the ring on his right htumb touches his lips.

Sasha: "Haven't screwed me up yet." She shakes her head. "Far from it." Her hand reaches out, and she curls her fingers around his hand, squeezing lightly.

Micah Carrington: "Someone pretty much tore apart all my barriers today...Made me feel even worse then I already had about what had been done to me...Made me feel like it had been for nothing. Like I hadn't done enough."

Sasha: Something darkens in her eyes. "Fuck 'em. The fuck do they know?" She looks at Micah. "Even that one girl who was here--the one who's ass I'm gonna beat if I ever see her do anything like that do you again--said that you'd done so much to help. I still don't get it...and I can deal with that. But you did more then enough."

Micah Carrington: "I let myself be raped, repeatedly...beaten...tortured so that we could find out who it was that was taking people...So we could find out where..."

Sasha: "And you did find out, right?"

Micah Carrington: "Yeah...Those men...The Russians that have been dying...Some of them had touched me..."

Sasha: "Good." Her teeth clench a little, and she nods. "So how could you have possibly not done enough."

Micah Carrington: "I don't know...but I just broke down."

Sasha: Silently, she commits herself to killing this person who broke him like this today. And she does it as easily as someone would commit to choosing a red Bic or a green Bic at the 7-11. Outwardly, she just pets his hair, kissing his scalp lightly. "That makes sense, baby. Someone threw a whol bunch of shit in your lap, and even though it's unwarranted shit, it hurt you. It makes sense ya broke down."

Micah Carrington: "I just wanted to make the hurt stop...Either for a little while or forever. I wasn't sure what I was doing and I knew I could have died but...I just wanted it done."

Sasha: She shakes her head, looking a little crestfallen. "No, no, Micah..." She looks at the scattered kit again, blinking guiltily, then looks back to him. "That's not the way to make the pain go away for a little while. Trust me, it just..." She sighs. "It delays it. When it comes back, it's worse. That's how you get hooked."

Micah Carrington: "It didn't matter right then, Bea. I think part of me hoped I'd die."

Sasha: "Please, no." She shakes her head. "Micah, don't. I don't...okay, I'm being real selfish here, but I don't know what I'd do if you did. And you..." A deep breath, to steady herself. "You can get through this, okay? I can try and help you through this, baby. Just don't."

Micah Carrington: Her words make him smile, even if its just a tiny little thing and he wraps his arms tight around her. "No...I was being selfish>"

Sasha: She kissis his temple, his forehad, and trails kisses down his face. "I...Micah, hon, I..." She pauses, trailing off.

Micah Carrington: "What, baby," he asks softly, touching her cheek with a shaking, ringed hand.

Sasha: She falls silent for a long period of time, just holding him, still as he touches her cheek. She sighs deeply, shaking a little bit. "I'm...not good with emotions. Not honest honest. I can manipulte the hell out of people's emotions...good trait in our business, but not in real life, y'know?"

Micah Carrington: He nods slowly, brow arching at her.

Sasha: "I just..." She sighs. "I don't know. I wish I could say what I meant, but I'm not always good with that."

Micah Carrington: "Its okay...we'll get there, both of us, at some point." he says, sighing as his phone beeps, indicating he's a text message.

Sasha: She nods a little and pulls away, letting him check his phone. She wipes at her eyes a little, an almost subconscious act.

Micah Carrington: He frowns and texts a return. "I have to go...Its work. The other work, not the daycare," he murmurs.

Sasha: She nods a little. "Okay." She reaches out to touch his shoulder lightly. "You okay?"

Micah Carrington: "No but I will be," he says, pulling her towards him.