Bait and SwitchMature

He awoke to voices, but could only distinguish the trail end of a sentence Ashley had said.

“... let him sleep.”

“But he told me to get him,” another voice said, one that Michael recognized as the nurse he'd spoken to in Andrea's room.

Turning over, Michael saw her in the doorway. They made eye contact.

“She's awake.”

Michael rolled out of bed and quickly slid into the jumpsuit.

Moments later he was upstairs, but when he entered the room Andrea was not alone. Another man he didn't recognize was standing near her.

“Michael,” Andrea said as she saw him. Her voice was weak and her throat sounded dry.

“Do you need water?” Michael asked.

“It's okay, I got her some,” said the man.

“Who are you exactly?” Michael asked, a flare of jealousy rousing in his chest.

“I'm Harvey,” he said.

“This is Harvey,” Andrea murmured, almost at the same time as Harvey introduced himself.

“Harvey, the physicist,” Michael nodded as he spoke the words with an air of understanding. “I've got a couple questions for you.”

“Likewise,” Harvey added.

“First though, I'd like to ask you to leave me alone with Andrea.”

Harvey looked at her, then back to him and nodded. “Fine with me,” he said with an awkward smile. He left almost immediately.

Michael sat at Andrea's side, grasping her hand. “How are you feeling?”

Andrea smiled. “I feel terrible,” she said.

Michael nodded, a smile on his lips too. “I guess that was a stupid question.”

She looked at him, her eyes softening. “You know, I never thought I'd feel this way about you. I mean, I had expectations, and we really didn't meet the way I thought we would. Still, I never thought I'd care for you the way I do.”

Michael nodded, almost feverishly. “I feel the same way. It's hard to explain, but there's just something between us that was there the moment I saw you. It was like it had been there all along.”

“Yeah,” Andrea said.

“I was so worried, when I saw …” Michael looked at her hips.

“You saved my life.” Andrea said. “How can I ever repay you?”

Michael leaned in, brushed that same stubborn strand from her face and kissed her lips.

When he pulled back she looked at him dumbfounded. He kissed her again, and remembering the dream he'd had, slid his tongue between her lips.

She mumbled, pushed on his shoulders and coughed. “Michael! I'm sorry, you totally misunderstood me.”

“What?” Michael said, completely confused.

“I didn't realize you thought I meant it that way. I ...” She was at a loss for words. “I thought you knew.”

“Knew what?”

She looked at him, genuine concern in her eyes. “Michael … I'm your great granddaughter.”

The End

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