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Drabbles Ahoy! 
14th-Aug-2007 03:23 pm
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Hey!

Wanna read some Mike drabbles?

For: ladytalon1
Fandom: Poseidon Adventure
Pairing/Character(s): Mike Rogo
Prompt: gun

He'd surveyed the crowd during boarding and saw no irregularities.

He'd surveyed the crew during his rounds aboard the ship and once again noticed no irregulaties.

He'd checked with the captain, Gallico; everything seemed fine.

He'd sat out a boring lunch with two elderly ladies and the ship doctor. Everything was quiet.

Still, he couldn't shake the nagging feeling that something was wrong.

He opened the door to his cabin and went straight to the safe in the closet. It was obscured by his clothes and the combination was random. Only he and Gallico knew it.

Still, the gun was gone.

For: ladytalon1
Fandom: Poseidon Adventure
Pairing/Character(s): Mike Rogo
Prompt: wet

The bomb explosion had left devastation in its wake. Mike struggled to regain his footing and proceeded to make his way up to the belly of the ship.

He reached a dry patch and broke into a trot, wanting to get out of the ship as soon as possible. The sound of waves crashing nearby didn't surprise him, but it did cause a jolt of desperation to shoot through him.

There was no way anybody was going to come out of this alive.

Unconsciously, he reached for his gun. It would be easy, pull the trigger and wait for sweet oblivion. No more wandering aimlessly around the ship, not knowing which way meant certain death and which way meant a chance of survival.

A woman cried and it spurred him into action. As long as he was alive, some of these people had a fighting chance.

He was a Sea Marshal. He was just doing his job.

For: ladytalon1
Fandom: Poseidon Adventure
Pairing/Character(s): Mike Rogo
Prompt: eyeroll/glare

Every time.

Every damn cruise there is another old lady on board who wants to meddle in the lives of stray souls, as they put it. Not caring if he's alone by choice or doesn't feel like company, they manipulate the dining room people into changing the seating plan so they can bore him to tears with stories about their late husbands.

Which only makes him scowl. He misses his wife.

Sometimes he thinks Poseidon is going to be his last assignment at sea. He loves the water, loves being responsible for keeping the passengers safe from terrorist threats, and he used to love the solitude, but it gets harder to say goodbye every time he has to leave home.

He'll miss being out at sea. But not as much as he misses Katie.

For: ladytalon1
Fandom: Poseidon Adventure
Pairing/Character(s): Mike Rogo
Prompt: panties

Mike Rogo went through his suitcase in search of his favorite shirt. The captain had invited him to have dinner with him so he had to at least put some effort into his appearance.

Now where was that damn thing? If only Katie hadn't packed his suitcase... His wife did not have a sense of logic when it came to packing for a work-related cruise. A wicked grin lit up his face when he thought about the things that Katie was good at.

A scrap of black lace caught his eye and he groaned. He picked it up. How the hell was he supposed to spend the evening with the captain if all he could think about was making love to his wife?

Five more days.

Fuck.

For: ladytalon1
Fandom: Poseidon Adventure
Pairing/Character(s): Mike Rogo
Prompt: Mike Rogo/Busty Massage Lady/Steve Guttenberg

Mike rolled onto his back, ogling the busty woman in front of him lecherously. She'd been dropping hints for twenty minutes, and finally Mike had decided that even though she wasn't his usual type -- he liked his women a little less tacky -- he had an itch that needed to be scratched. She'd do.

He tugged her arm and she fell on his chest. He carried her to the bed and dropped her onto it unceremoniously. As they pulled at each other's clothes frantically, the door opened and revealed Steve Guttenberg.

"Shoshanna, I--" Steve Guttenberg's eyes went wide and then narrowed. "What are you doing?"

"A Sea Marshal," the busty massage lady replied, panting when Mike's mouth latched on to her breast. "Wanna join in?"

Steve Guttenberg shrugged and nodded, taking off his clothes as he went to join them on the bed, which dipped under his weight. He kissed the busty massage lady passionately while Mike made short work of her jeans, making her moan when he brushed her mound with his knuckles.

Mike moved to stand next to the bed to shimmy out of his pants. He caught Steve Guttenberg's challenging gaze while the older man held his arms out invitingly.

"How about a kiss, Sea Marshal?"

Mike woke up with a start, alone in his cabin. Thank God for small favors.

"Oh, HELL no."

For: fairandbright
Fandom: Poseidon Adventure
Pairing/Character(s): Mike Rogo
Prompt: light

"Ow," Mike Rogo muttered, followed by a string of curses.

He'd stubbed his toe in the darkness of his bedroom, failing to switch on the light when he'd tried to stumble to the bathroom in the middle of the night. At times like these, it was hard to not get a Poseidon-induced panic attack. It had been six long weeks, but still he often woke up, sheets drenched with sweat, clawing his way out of an imaginary cruise ship. He shivered at the memory, comforted by the sound of Katie rolling onto her side in their bed.

"Whatcha doing?" she asked sleepily.

Despite himself, he smiled in the darkness. "Just getting a glass of water."

"'Kay," she mumbled. "Don't be long, I have plans."

Before he could form a reply to that, her breathing evened out, indicating that she'd fallen asleep again. Mike's smile widened when he thought about how she looked, long dark hair framing her pretty face, smiling even in her sleep.

Things were going to be okay.

For: fairandbright and for ladytalon1
Fandom: Poseidon Adventure
Pairing/Character(s): Mike Rogo
Prompt: flame
Warning: shameless self-insertion

"What?" Mike Rogo stared in alarm at his computer screen. "The hell?"

Katie moved to stand behind him and leaned in, placing her chin on his shoulder. "What is it, sweetie?"

"Look at this." Mike jabbed at the bottom of the screen with an angry finger. "The nerve of this person."

A tremble behind him told him that his wife was either crying or laughing, and he had a strong suspicion it was the latter. She was mocking him! He stood abruptly, folding his arms petulantly. "Glad you think it's funny."

"Oh come on, Mike," she hiccupped. "That's hilarious."

"How would you know? You haven't even read it."

The guilty expression on her face told him all he needed to know. "When?"

She swallowed hard, eyes twinkling. "I have bookmarked it."

"You..." Mike stared at her wordlessly. "Someone is ruthlessly mocking the ordeal I've been through and you have bookmarked it?"

"Yep."

"Whatever," Mike griped. "I'm gonna find this guinny_hamilton and I'm going to beat the crap out of him."

"Guinny's a woman," Katie corrected him, then her eyes went wide as she realized her mistake at the same time Mike did.

"You know this person?" Mike turned on his heel and stalked towards the kitchen. "Where the hell are my cinnamon pringles?"
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