Not Even MacGyver... (UC, Mi/L, FF) Teen Complete ~ 8/10

[darkmoon]

Title: Not Even MacGyver Could Fix This
Disclaimer:The characters of "Roswell" belong to Jason Katims, Melinda Metz, WB, and UPN. They are not mine. I also don't own MacGyver, but I did learn a lot from him. MacGyver is owned by Henry Winkler/John Rich Productions and Paramount Television.
Pairing: Michael/Liz
Rating: Teen
Summary: Today is NOT Michael's day.
Author's Note: This is for Burningchaos! On 8/08 was the anniversary of our first meeting. How many people can say they have the start of their friendship displayed on the internet, and time-coded? Lol. For Three Years, she's been my bestest friend in the universe. She dragged me into the Roswell fandom, and I've been thankful ever since. This is for her, since she is a hardcore Polar girl. ^.^ Also I wanted to thank Vampyrolover86 for betaing it very quick.



Michael glared from the computer. “The more you pout, the longer you sit in the corner.”

“Michael, the cat doesn’t care that she threw up on your Metallica shirt.” Liz rolled her eyes as she walked into the room. She threw the offended shirt at his head. “Dad called, he said that the Barden account booked another party. He wanted to know if you were done with the numbers.”

“If you keep bugging me, I’ll never be done. And I couldn’t concentrate when I knew that my favorite shirt had been tainted.” Michael grumbled, clutching the treasured shirt to his chest.

“It came clean in the wash.” Liz sighed, and walked to stand next to him. “Now that it’s fine, do you want me to call Dad and tell him it will be a little longer?”

“You’ll do it anyways. So I have no say in this matter. Remind me why we got together?” Michael sneered; tired and frustrated at the numbers that didn’t seem to balance no matter how many times he yelled, cursed, checked the formulas and threatened to get a magnet.

“I’m not even going to dignify that with an answer.” Liz rolled her eyes lovingly at him. With a kiss on the side of the head, Liz walked to the phone.

“I hate you.” Michael growled.

“The cat doesn’t care, Michael. You can’t get her to care.” Liz laughed as she dialed her dad’s cell phone. She smiled softly as the phone rang.

“He’s in a bad mood. I think I’ll keep him in. We’ll deal with the account later.” Liz semi-whispered, knowing Michael was listening in.

Michael tapped the keyboard against his head, hoping it would do something, anything to make the numbers work. As much as he loved being part owner of the Crashdown and its catering sister company; the number crunching was usually Jeff’s job. Running the shift and overseeing the minions was usually his job. He ruled over the minions with an iron fist, and a glare.

The same glare that the little demon hell-spawn, Liz referred to as a cat, seemed to be immune to. Michael couldn’t understand why Liz didn’t let him name it Beelzebub. The name fit. He growled at the cat again.

As Liz hung up the phone, she walked back to Michael, pulling the keyboard away from him. ”Go to bed. You are no use to me, or anyone in this state.”

“New Mexico?” Michael sneered.

“The more you bitch, the longer I stand here. The longer I stand here, the longer you go without sex. Are you seeing the plan of action you should take?” Liz bit her lip to hold back the laughter.

Michael huffed as he stalked off to their room, muttering curse words under his breath.

“I’ll lock Bob in her room. That way, you don’t wake up with her sleeping on your face… again.” Liz called out.

“Beelzebub isn’t allowed in our room anymore!” Michael yelled back.

“Her name is Bob.” Liz shook her head, as she picked up said Bob. “Come on, baby. Daddy’s a little cranky. So you get to play in your room tonight.”

Liz walked over to the computer; she quickly noticed two of the numbers had been transposed. Fixing it, the equations showed the correct numbers. Liz shook her head as she walked to put Bob in her room. Kissing the kitten’s head, she placed Bob in her little kitty house.

Closing the door, Liz walked back to the bedroom.

“I’m a bastard, and I’m sorry.” Michael grumbled from his side of the bed.

“I knew that when I married you. Hell, remember, Maria came from New York to try to stop me. She pulled me aside and tried to tell me that you weren’t worth either of our times? Then she tried to sleep with you again?” Liz smiled as she changed into her nightgown.

“I think that’s one of the memories I try to repress. Anything involving Maria naked, I try to repress.” Michael grumbled.

“How about I help you repress?” Liz climbed into bed, snuggling close.

“Ok.” Michael turned off the light, and pulled Liz close. “You’ll have to try very hard.”

“I have no doubt, I can be successful.” Liz kissed him deeply.