Title: Birthday Serenade

Fandom: Law & Order

Author: Greenupstreet

Email: greenupstreet@webtv.net

Pairing: Mike/Lennie

Status: Complete

Category: Angst

Rating: G (Sorry!)

Sequel to: Love at First Sight

Series: Third in the Love at First Sight Series

Feedback: Onlist or e-mail

Summary: Inspired by Peja's BACK TO THE MUSIC CHALLENGE, but I don't think this is what she had in mind.

Archive: WWOMB

Warnings: No beta! Angst.

Disclaimers: Usual. I don't own the guys, and I am so not making any money from this.

 

Love at First Sight 3: Birthday Serenade
by Greenupstreet

Mike reflected that the longer he lived with Lennie the more the man surprised him. For instance, Mike never knew Lennie could sing. Mike made this discovery one day when he happened to overhear Lennie singing along with an oldies station on the radio while he was doing the dishes.

Mike had always like Lennie's voice, but he loved it when Lennie sang. It was just like Lennie himself. Deep and masculine, hinting at a life lived in smoky pool halls drinking too much scotch. It was a hard life with just a little sweetness mixed in to make it bearable. That voice flowed into his soul like dark honey and he could listen to it forever.

Hearing Lennie sing always brought a lump to Mike's throat, but today the lump was there for a vastly different reason. Mike put his hand on his partner's shoulder, offering his love and support as Lennie knelt on the ground and sang the last verse.

You're the treasure I cherish
so sparkling and bright,
You were touched by the holy
and beautiful light.
Like angels that sing
a heavenly thing,
And you're daddy's little girl.


Lennie tenderly laid the colorful bouquet on the grave. "Happy Birthday, baby."

Mike swallowed and cleared his throat. "Ready to leave, Lennie?"

Lennie nodded wordlessly. Stopping for a moment to rub the moisture from his eyes, he let Mike give him a hand up to his feet. The two men walked silently from the cemetery, Mike leaning on his cane and Lennie leaning on Mike.

Soon, the the only movement in the cemetery was a flutter of petals from a flower already starting to fade.


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