100 Words For TNA
Disclaimer: I don't own The New Avengers, nor the characters of John Steed, Mike Gambit, and Purdey. They belong to The Avengers (Film and TV) Enterprises. This story is written for entertainment purposes only. No copyright infringement intended.
Author's Note: After all this time, an update! I had a germ of an idea, and considered writing a full short for it, but in the end decided it would work better as a drabble. Anyway, think of it as a little bonus.
They're thoughts. Just thoughts. Thoughts don't mean anything. They're more like observations, really. And observations are impartial. Aren't they?
And yet…I know I put up a tough front. I have to, out of survival. You'd understand if you knew what I've gone through. Knew about Larry.
But I can't ignore the little things. The curve of your lips. The cut of your suit. The humour in your eyes when you flirt. The pain in them when I push you away. And they make my heart ache.
I can keep you out of my bed, Mike Gambit. Why not my thoughts?