*The Fly stetched like a cat in the morning sunshine. It had been weeks since the little "incident" with the magazine and he had spent it here, in the house with Bluey and their new puppy. Both had been doing very well and got along like old friends, from the instant she picked him up, Elvis became attached to her and followed her around wherever she went.Mind you,He thought,she seemed to have that effect on almost everyone...himself included.He turned to look at her. She was still sleeping soundly. He kissed her cheek ... her skin was ice cold. His face hardened and he looked down at her, and sighed ... she was still breathing. It was okay, she was just cold, not dead... cold. He covered her with all the blankets and ran downstairs to turn on the heat. It was beginning to get colder this time of year... he wondered if she would remember what day it was. Of course she would, she knew... But he wouldn't blame her if she didn't,he'd be surprised if she knew what day of the week it was. Days had a way of melting together into one when a person had nothing to show up for. It didn't matter. If she remembered, great, if she didn't ...that's fine too. He was just glad she was around.*
The Fly: Elvis? Elvis... Hey boy...Elvis?
*A tiny golden head appeared at the top of the stairs near the bedroom door.*
The Fly: Hey... come down, come on *He whistled softly. The puppy cocked his head to one side but sat at the top of the stairs, refusing to come.* Come on! Don't you want to play? PLAY? Come on Boy, let's go chase cars! I'll drive... you chase, or vice versa! You like to chase cars!!! *He puppy whimpered and pawed at Bluey's door. The Fly laughed...* Ooooh I see. You like her better do ya? *The dog's little yellow body hit the door with a thump and hiss as he slid down to his tummy outside Bluey's door.* Oh yeah... I bought you but you fall in love with heerrrrr, I see...traitor. *The phone rang* You better watch it dog, or I'm gonna start making you earn your keep around here....Hello? Oh hey Edge! How are you? She's good, she's sleeping. Yeah... so... nice day we're having hmmm? *He smiled on the phone...expentantly, as Edge talked, the smile drizzled down to a dissapointed smirk.* Yeah? Okay...I dunno I lost it...you never lent me that guitar, did you? *He rubbed his still sleepy face*I don't remember it...well, I still don't...okay, I'll look, whatever beanie boy. Okay, bye. *He hung up* Hmmmmm...*He hit a button and coffee began to brew. The silver chain around his neck stuck to his bare chest, leaving a serpentine imprint where he slept on it. He staightened it out and rubbed sleep from his blue eyes as the coffee finished brewing. The phone rang again and he grabbed it* Yeah? ... Lar! What's up? Yeah...uh huuuuuh*He smiled again, waiting for the words that never came*She's sleeping....the puppy's great. *He poured coffee and 5 spoonfulls of sugar into a tall blue cup stirring it with a pen* He's up there right now guarding the bedroom door...Hell, I dunno from what... from me I guess. *He laughed quietly* Yeah. Okay. Talk later...bye. *He hung up again, frowning. If Adam was here, Adam would have remembered. Light poured into the hallway as the bedroom door opened and Bluey stepped out*
Bluephisto: Puppy!!!! How are you sweetie? You guarding me? Are you? Good boy...*She bent down unsteadily and picked up the excited dog who licked her repeatedly, wagging his tail as she walked down the stairs. The Fly smiled... she still looked like an angel to him.* Morning sweetheart... *Bluephisto always thought The Fly was adoreable in the morning, all rumpled and a little confused... very much like the puppy she held. He still had pillow marks on his face and his hair broke out in ringlets around his forehead. She walked into his arms and felt his stubbly cleft chin against her forehead.*
The Fly: Heeeey baby... You escaped!
Bluephisto: Escaped?
The Fly: Yeah, I even tried to block the door with *He looks at the dog helf between them* this hairy thing, but you went all McGyver on my ass and escaped... You're too smart for me honey, good thing I'm pretty, huh?
Bluephisto: Good thing. *She put the puppy on the floor and straightened up slowly... the grey morning light made her chalk white skin look almost silver.* What?
The Fly: Uhhh, nothing... Just that you look kinda pale today... like, Annie Lennox pale, baby. C'mere... you need some Fly-Mart brand name lovin'*He took her into his arms again and frowned... her skin was like ice* Honey?
Bluephisto: Yes? *She kissed his chest, even her lips were cold, like rain against his skin.*
The Fly: Baby... you're kind of... you do feel okay?
Bluephisto: I'm kind of cold.I think I'm just going to go back to bed for a while, okay?
The Fly: Yeah, yeah... *He was disturbed by the dead feeling of her lips and he pushed her back to look at her... she was still standing, still alive.* Okay, come on sweetie. *He picked her up in his arms and carried her back upstairs like a bride. The dog followed at his heels, almost tripping him as the puppy jumped, trying to reach Bluephisto. The Fly swatted it away with his foot and kept walking until they got to the still warm bed where he tucked her in and she fell asleep again immediately. He piled wild animal print blankets over her and the black duvet. As soon as it was in place the dog took his spot on her feet and regarded The Fly truimphantly. The phone rang again, and then Fly looked at the dog as he ran out of the room and down the stairs.*
The Fly: Yeah, yeah, live it up pooch ... You ain't calling the shots around here yet.
*He reached the phone just as the machine picked up and he hammered on it to make it stop recording, mashing buttons indiscriminantly.*
The Fly: Mother fucking machine! *pound*Shut the fuck off! already! *pound pound* Hello?....Hey Bono! Long time no talk! *Bono was an angel, surely he'd remember* Yeah? So how are things? Ooooh, tough gig. Anyway... she's sleeping... *He ran a hand through his wavy black hair* We got a dog! Stupid damn thing won't leave her alone for two seconds... just follows her everywhere like her very own little entourage. *He sipped his coffee, it was still hot* It's just tiny but it'll grow real soon. Sooo? *He smiled for the third time...waiting for the words he hungered for all morning like a child* Oh yeah? Hmmmm. Well, I don't think I have that number, nah I lost it or something like that. Yeah... okay bye.
*He hung up the phone, discouraged. No one remembered.*
The Fly: Oh well, I'll just be able to forget a year... Voila, I am one year younger today! Wooo! *He grabbed the remote and turned on the huge television, a commercial for some anti-aging cream flashed across it and promised to take time off in thrity days.* Oh yeah aging cream? I just took a year off in a morning...all I did was make sure no one remembered my damn birthday. Oh fucking well...*He watched television alone for hours, talking to the screen. He eventually fell asleep on the couch in his pajama pants.*
*The Fly was dreaming about trees, acres and acres of trees. He was running from someone, hiding behind the trees, panting... one of the branches grabbed his shoulder and told him to wake up.*
Bluephisto: *Shaking The Fly's shoulder* Fly....honey...wake up!
The Fly: Lemme alone you stupid tree...
Bluephisto: tree?
The Fly: *He opened his eyes slowly, it was now dark in the house, he slept all day* Baby? *He focused on her in the dim light and gasped. She was wearing a green silk sundress and had done her hair and makeup to perfection... he had never seen her look so beautiful, he smiled* Wow... *he whistled* Damn baby, do you have a date tonight or something?
Bluephisto: Yes I do.
The Fly: You do?
Bluephisto: Go get dressed.
The Fly: Oh...it's with ME? *she laughed*
Bluephisto: Just go get dressed... go on! We're on schedule here!
The Fly: *He poses seductively on the couch* Hey... if you're pressed for time, let's just cut to the part where you rip all my clothes off.
Bluephisto: Get Dressed! *He smiled and jumped off the couch and raced upstairs*
The Fly: The faster I get dressed the faster you undress me right?
Bluephisto: Something like that.
*The Fly came downstairs in his habitual leather pants and black shirt to find Bluephisto standing at the bottom of the stairs holding a blindfold. His eyes widened.*
The Fly: I've been very good, haven't I?
Bluephisto: Come here.
*He was beside her before the word "here" left her lips. She tied the blindfold over his eyes and kissed him, the warmth was back in her lips and he moaned and started to take his jacket off but she stopped him gently.*
Bluephisto: Not yet... You have to come somewhere with me first.
The Fly: Baby...I'd follow you anywhere.
*He felt himself being led into the garage and into the passanger seat of one of his black cars. She did up his seatbelt for him, brushing his thighs with her hand, and he purred and kissed her again...she pulled away gently and laughed, and he felt wind on his face as she drove away from the house. They drove for a long time, The Fly nattering away and trying to discover where she was taking him.*
The Fly: Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we-
Bluephisto: *Stopping the car and turning it off* We're there.
The Fly: Can I take the blindfold off?
Bluephisto: Not yet.
*She helped him out of the car and up a few stairs and through a door.*
Bluephisto: Okay.... ready?
The Fly: *he smirked* Sure baby...take it off! *The black fabric was removed from his brilliant eyes to reveal a bar full of his friends. Edge, Larry, Bono, Gavin, Paul McGuinness, REM, Radiohead and about 75 others, all wearing silly party hats. They erupted into cheers*... Holy shit. *He was soon swarmed by his closest buddies*
Edge: You really thought we forgot didn't you?
The Fly: Nah.... I knew you were...Okay, yeah I had no fucking clue! WOW! This is...this is
Larry: Bluey's idea. *The Fly turned to his wife.*
The Fly: Baby... you did this?
Bluephisto: You never see anyone, you need a night out Mr Rockstar.
The Fly: *Quietly* Are you sure you're up for this?
Bluephisto: I made sure I stayed in bed all day... I'll be fine! Go on, everyone wants to talk to you. *He kissed her*
The Fly: I love you.
Bluephisto: I know... now go mingle and drink or people will think I'm a horrible woman who doesn't let you have any fun. Go!
*He laughed and kissed her again, squeezing her hand and made his way into the crowd. Bluephisto sat on a barstool of the rented out bar and Larry walked up to her.*
Larry: Hey Bluey... You look nice.
Bluephisto: Thanks... so do you.
Larry: I know. *He hugged her very lightly and pulled away* See? Starting small.*He did look great, and much much more relaxed than he had the last time she saw him...*
Bluephisto: Good Larry, you're doing great. *She looked around*And how is Bona?
Larry: Oh, she's good. She wanted to come but she's pretty ... pregnant and didn't feel like dealing with crowds and all.
Bluephisto: Oh... okay. *Across the room, Bluephisto hears her husband discover the kareoke machine*
The Fly: SWEET MOTHER OF GOD!!! KAREOKE!!! YEAHHH!
*Bluephisto laughs, she was so glad he was having fun... he spent so much time taking care of her.*
Larry: Oh God...I'm gonna go get my earplugs from the car. Do you want a pair?
Bluephisto: No I'm fine thanks.
*Larry walked off and The Fly and Micheal Stipe launched into a very touching version of "Rhinestone Cowboy". The Fly had a beer in his hand and an arm around the emaciated Stipe... Bluephisto smiled and waved and he grinned at her. The happy crowd clapped along, laughing at the Fly's improvised lyrics.*
Bono: He's in his element up there.
*Bluephisto turned, Bono stood behind her with a little smile on his handsome face. She stood and hugged him warmly*
Bluephisto: Bono! It's so nice to see you out! *Bono grinned. Larry really had to twist his arm to make him leave Macphisto alone for a whole evening, but now that he was here he was relieved.*
Bono: Thanks...Wow. You look really great Bluey *She did, the emerald green dress set off her chalk white skin like snow, and her loosely pinned black hair fell in waves around her delicate face and bright eyes. Bono had the feeling that if Macphisto saw her like this... he'd be stunned. Motherhood agreed with her.* So how are you feeling?
Bluephisto: Good, good. I rested all day, so I'm feeling great. It's so nice to be out.
*The song ended and Bluey and Bono clapped for the birthday boy. Gavin brought a drink for The Fly to the stage and hugged him.*
Gavin: And now.... ladies and gentlemen. The birthday boy and I will do a song near and dear to our hearts...the theme song from "Mighty Mouse"!
*The Fly spit his drink out laughing as the peppy theme music started, the crowd laughed*
Bono: This is a nice change of pace for us both...
Bluephisto: *Catching his meaning* Yes... I imagine it is. *They stare at each other for a moment* Do I want to ask?
Bono: No.
Bluephisto: Oh...
Bono: Sorry.
Bluephisto: No, it's just ...*She looks like she's going to talk about him, but then shakes her head* No. I won't.
Bono: Okay.
*There is a long silence. Bono's relucance to reveal any details has told her more about Macphisto's state of mind than any words could have. He changes the subject.*
Bono: How is the baby?
Bluephisto: Shhh.
Bono: You haven't told him?
Bluephisto: No. Only you.
*their sombre moment is broken by The Fly and Gavin's raucous singing*
The Fly and Gavin: *Singing heroically* Heeeere I come to save the daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!
*Bono and Bluey both crack up, the tension is broken. She will not ask, he will not tell her. He hugs her again and looks across the bar.*
Bono: Again, you look very nice. I won't say a word.
Bluephisto: Thanks Bono.
*He leaves and The Fly bows on the tiny stage and bounds over to Bluephisto, sweeping her up in his arms and spinning her around kissing her. A very drunk Thom Yorke has taken the mic to sing "Copacabana" somehow, he manages to make it sound like a plea for help...*
The Fly: Hey...gorgeous. How are ya feeling? *He runs a hand across her collarbone and smiles below his shades* Besides supple and silky to the touch? *She laughs*
Bluephisto: Good. I feel really great. Are you having fun?
The Fly: Oh yeah baby! God! How did you get all these losers in one place?
Bluephisto: Oh, a lot of sexual favours...*He chokes on his drink for a split second and she laughs at him* The PHONE....I used the PHONE! *He cracks up*
The Fly: Sorry, baby... I'm already half drunk. People have been shoving drinks in my hand all night. Sexual favours! *He laughs and shakes his famous head* Hey... is that what I get for my birthday present? *Thom Yorke walks off and The Edge grabs The Fly, dragging him onstage for a song. The Fly raises his eyebrows and looks at Bluephisto through the crowd, repeating his question into the mic*
The Fly: Well... is it baby!? *All heads turn to look at the woman in the green dress*
Bluephisto: *Shouting back at him*If you're good...
The Fly: You are an EVIL woman...but I love ya baby! *The crowd claps and Bluephisto blushes. The Edge and The Fly search for a song and settle on Edge's favorite "Sweet Caroline". The crowd cheered as the song started and Bluey felt a tap on her shoulder. A man dressed in a brilliant silver suit with a large silver cowboy hat stood behind her holding a drink.*
Bluephisto: Hello...*He looked vaugely familliar*
Mirrorball Man: Hello thar ma'am. I was wonderin if you would care for a little 'ol drink?
Bluephisto: *She paused* Oh, I'm sorry, I can't drink I'm ... driving.
Mirrorball Man: Well that's just a cryin shame, ain't it? Purty girl like you, can't enjoy a drink... *She looked up at him and sighed*
Bluephisto: I'm driving my husband home later. *Gavin tapped her on the shoulder*
Gavin: Oh, sorry Mrs. The Fly... would you care to dance?
Bluephisto: *relieved* I'd love to Gavin!
Mirrorball Man: *Calling after them* Save me a spot on yer dance card thar...dang.
*Gavin walks with her to the front of the stage and dances with her right in front of The Fly, spinning her around expertly.*
The Fly: *announcing to the bar full of his friends* Warning, warning... Gavin Friday is dancing with my woman! *Gavin laughs and dips Bluey. The Fly pretends to be angry* Fuck, that's it... Gavin Friday is gonna get his scrawny white ass kicked in the parking lot after this song! *He laughs and talks over the rest of the song to a responsive crowd.* Okay, it's my birthday and there are some rules!!!! Listen UP babies! ONE: Gavin Friday will unhand my woman! TWO: Someone will bring me another one of these really nice greenish drinks, I dunno what the Hell they are, but I like em...FOUR! *The crowd laughed* Oh, ummm...THREE: Larry Mullen is not to stand directly beside me at any time tonight, the bastard just makes me look like shite, and finally ... *The Fly was quite drunk by now and smiling widely* TWO: I'm gonna do a song for myyyyyyyyy wife. Yeah baby! This is for you...Cause yeah, you might be dancing with Mr. Friday but NOBODY ....NOOOBODY can resist this song...*"Let's Get it On" By Marvin Gaye starts to sway out of the speakers and the crowd hoots and hollers at the famous opening bars. The Fly turns dramatically to Bluephisto who is already blushing near the stage.*
The Fly: *Singing through his smirk and swaggering seductively...One quarter Marvin Gaye, three quarters Austin Powers.*
I've been really tryyyyyin, baaby
Tryin to hold back these feelings for sooo long
And if you feel, like I feel baby
*He is swaying on stage, looking over the top of his huge shades at her and winking. The crowd begins to clap and sway along to the beat.*
Come on, YEAH BLUEY BABY! come on,
Let's get it on!!
*The crowd screamed in reply and The Fly started to peel off his jacket. Bluephisto hid her face in her hands, laughing and blushing.*
WOOOOO! BABY!
Let's go home and get it on
(Bring me a green drink baby!)
Let's get it on, baby..
*He puts the jacket back on, teasing them all like a pro.*
Let's get it on...
*Bluephisto has blushed deeply up to her forehead as he slides down on his knees, very close to her and sings inches away from her, smiling*
There's nothin wrong with me
Lovin you---come on child...
And givin yourself to me can never be wrong
If the love is true
*Most of the crowd is now singing along with the motown classic and dancing with each other*
Don't you know how sweet and wonderful, life can be...yeah honey! *He stood again and backed up to centre stage*
I'm askin you baby, to get it on with me
I aint gonna worry, I aint gonna push *He began to peel his jacket off of his shoulders again as he danced and posed like a supermodel*
So come on, come on, come on, come on baby
Stop beatin round the bush....*He giggled and Gavin pointed*
Gavin: Hee hee, you said bush!
*The Fly's Jacket was off, and he swung it around like a stripper before throwing it to Bluephisto, the crowd of friends cheered and whistled*
The Fly: *Shouting* Let's ALL get it on!!!
*He began to pull his shirt out of his pants flirtaciously and Bluephisto shook her head laughing.*
Gavin: WOOOOOO! TAKE IT OFF BABY!
The Fly:*Singing* Let's get it oooon!
*The shirt came off and money was thrown on stage. Bluephisto doubled over laughing but straightened up when she saw The Fly fumbling with his belt, but he was far too tipsy to operate said belt*
The Fly: *Singing* I can't take it off...
*Bluephisto ran onstage, laughing and gently moved her husband's hands away from his belt and onto her hips. The crowd applauded and some boo-ed, (well, only Edge and Gavin, who kept yelling for The Fly to "take it all off baby, yeah!")*
The Fly: *to Bluephisto, resting his forehead against hers and resting his hand in the small of her back. He kisses her softly and quickly* Let's get it ooooon. *Several "Oooooooh"'s rose from the crowd and Bluephisto shook her head laughing and kissed him back, fogging up his shades. He pulled her close to him, kissing her. The crowd cheered raucously until Larry got up onstage after the music ended and took the mic, shoeing the couple off the stage*
Larry: Enough of that... let's rock. *"Blue Suede Shoes" blasted through the speakers and a slightly drunk Larry caterwauled through the song merrily, soon joined by The Edge.*
The Fly: *Pulling Bluephisto into a corner and kissing her again* Wanna go home and get it on?
Bluephisto: Sure...let's go
*They collect The Fly's clothes and he waves goodbye to all his friends, pulled into more hugs than he can count. Finally, he turns back to the door where she stood to find Bono crouched over her where she lay with her eyes closed on the floor. The angel was slapping her white hand to wake her up*
Bono: Bluey...wake up. BLUEY!!! WAKE UP!!!
[This message has been edited by blueeyes (edited 12-28-2001).]