Post by melinda on Aug 27, 2014 21:38:29 GMT -6
these will be some short stories featuring Jesse and Saul, a lot with Mike also
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Mike and Jesse were going for a drive, a clean-up for another one of Walt's messes. Jesse, always a bit nervous around Mike, started fiddling with his cigarettes.
“Not in this car,” Mike grumbled without looking away from the wheel.
“Come on, man. Don't you ever lighten up? It's just a smoke.”
Mike suddenly stopped the car. Without blinking an eye, he grabbed the offensive cigarette and put it down Jesse's open can of soda. Great, Jesse thought. It was hot out that day too.
“Yo, bi..”
The look on Mike's face made Jesse seriously rethink his next statement. Mike had a no-nonsense look about him. Even though Jesse knew Walt and all he was capable of doing, somehow one glance from this guy terrified him even more than Heisenberg did.
“Well...” Jesse grumbled. “You gonna stay here or like, get going, you know? Put the petal to the medal. Vroom vroom.”
Mike sighed loudly. “Listen, genius, we ain't going nowhere. The car has a flat tire.”
“Come on, a dude like you don't know how to change a tire?”
“This is the spare. If you and your partner in crime hadn't been screwing up yet again, I'd be at the garage getting the tire fixed. Any other wise ideas?”
Jesse slumped back into his seat. “It was Mr. White's fault,” he sighed, then stared out the window.
After getting out of the car, making a phone call, Mike returned, and didn't even look at Jesse.
“Can we like, turn some music or something? You ain't the easiest dude to converse with, you know?” Jessie griped, still pissed about his wasted soda.
“Kid, this is how it's going to play out. Saul and an associate just so happen to be in the neighborhood. They will be by soon and said associate will change the tire. In the meantime, your job is simply to shut up. Just shut up, or I'll make you shut up. We understand each other?” Mike replied calmly.
Jesse shrugged. “Whatever, man.”
Mike started to say something, but then he just started watching for Saul.
A short time later the attorney pulled up, and the associate started changing the tire.
“Yo, Saul. Saul. Yo, pregnant dog!” Jesse called out. “Do you have any idea who you got me running around with? The dude tried to kill me!”
Saul chuckled. “Do you have any idea how ridiculous you sound using that phrase? Granted, its gotten you far in life, and I'll never have to worry about you going through law school and gunning for my job. But still, kid, let me give you a piece of advice, as your attorney. If I were you I'd never, ever, ever utter that phrase in Mike's presence again. It would be a matter of, of, health benefits. Do yourself a solid, kid, and think before you speak. Of course, I'm just your attorney, but that was your free legal advice for the day. You don't have to thank me; your silence is reward enough. God, I love my job.”
Jesse stared at Saul, and didn't even bother to look at Mike. How dare that dude with the crazy hair talk to him that way?
Finally, Saul and Mike stepped aside once the tire was changed. Mike whispered something to Saul, then Saul approached Jesse.
“Son, today is your lucky day, and I'm feeling quite benevolent. Here's another bit of advice, free of charge. If I were you, I'd never, ever blame any of your incidents on Mr. White. Maybe I'm not the greatest attorney in the world, maybe I am. Just looking out for your best interest. Change your catchphrase, mind your manners, and you'll go far in life. Have a great day. And Mike...stay in touch.”
With that, Mike and Jesse drove off, and more than ever, Jesse was really, really beginning to hate his life.
fin
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Mike and Jesse were going for a drive, a clean-up for another one of Walt's messes. Jesse, always a bit nervous around Mike, started fiddling with his cigarettes.
“Not in this car,” Mike grumbled without looking away from the wheel.
“Come on, man. Don't you ever lighten up? It's just a smoke.”
Mike suddenly stopped the car. Without blinking an eye, he grabbed the offensive cigarette and put it down Jesse's open can of soda. Great, Jesse thought. It was hot out that day too.
“Yo, bi..”
The look on Mike's face made Jesse seriously rethink his next statement. Mike had a no-nonsense look about him. Even though Jesse knew Walt and all he was capable of doing, somehow one glance from this guy terrified him even more than Heisenberg did.
“Well...” Jesse grumbled. “You gonna stay here or like, get going, you know? Put the petal to the medal. Vroom vroom.”
Mike sighed loudly. “Listen, genius, we ain't going nowhere. The car has a flat tire.”
“Come on, a dude like you don't know how to change a tire?”
“This is the spare. If you and your partner in crime hadn't been screwing up yet again, I'd be at the garage getting the tire fixed. Any other wise ideas?”
Jesse slumped back into his seat. “It was Mr. White's fault,” he sighed, then stared out the window.
After getting out of the car, making a phone call, Mike returned, and didn't even look at Jesse.
“Can we like, turn some music or something? You ain't the easiest dude to converse with, you know?” Jessie griped, still pissed about his wasted soda.
“Kid, this is how it's going to play out. Saul and an associate just so happen to be in the neighborhood. They will be by soon and said associate will change the tire. In the meantime, your job is simply to shut up. Just shut up, or I'll make you shut up. We understand each other?” Mike replied calmly.
Jesse shrugged. “Whatever, man.”
Mike started to say something, but then he just started watching for Saul.
A short time later the attorney pulled up, and the associate started changing the tire.
“Yo, Saul. Saul. Yo, pregnant dog!” Jesse called out. “Do you have any idea who you got me running around with? The dude tried to kill me!”
Saul chuckled. “Do you have any idea how ridiculous you sound using that phrase? Granted, its gotten you far in life, and I'll never have to worry about you going through law school and gunning for my job. But still, kid, let me give you a piece of advice, as your attorney. If I were you I'd never, ever, ever utter that phrase in Mike's presence again. It would be a matter of, of, health benefits. Do yourself a solid, kid, and think before you speak. Of course, I'm just your attorney, but that was your free legal advice for the day. You don't have to thank me; your silence is reward enough. God, I love my job.”
Jesse stared at Saul, and didn't even bother to look at Mike. How dare that dude with the crazy hair talk to him that way?
Finally, Saul and Mike stepped aside once the tire was changed. Mike whispered something to Saul, then Saul approached Jesse.
“Son, today is your lucky day, and I'm feeling quite benevolent. Here's another bit of advice, free of charge. If I were you, I'd never, ever blame any of your incidents on Mr. White. Maybe I'm not the greatest attorney in the world, maybe I am. Just looking out for your best interest. Change your catchphrase, mind your manners, and you'll go far in life. Have a great day. And Mike...stay in touch.”
With that, Mike and Jesse drove off, and more than ever, Jesse was really, really beginning to hate his life.
fin
I hope you will be writing more Breaking Bad stories in the future. :)I also hope you will be updating some of your other stories that you started on my message board. 
