Hey guys! Well, this is my first Burn Notice story! YAY! First time writer, long time fan...anyway, this is sort of an introspective thing of Mama Weston for the latest episode, Bloodlines. Jefferey Donovan was such a good actor when he was battaling between his family past and the role he needed to play. I just had to write something about it. So here you go!

I know that Michael isn't anything like his father. I thank God every day that the only thing my son inherited from his no-good, rotten, scumbag of a father was his thick black hair and his strong facial features. He looked so much like him sometimes. However, he had my eyes and my smile, and he definitely wasn't the sort of man his father was. He was kind and gentle, and those are what shine through; made him different.

But this case…this case scarred me more than I've ever been scared before in my life. The first time Michael yelled at me, pushed me around, suddenly I was back in time 25 years. For a moment, God help me, my boy was him.

I knew it was all an act. Michael would never do something like that. But it was just so real. And no amount of reassuring could take that away.

What scared me the most was when Michael acted like that out on the porch. There was no one there that needed to see the act. Because this time…it wasn't an act.

This case was hitting too close to home for us and it was taking its affect on both of us. For me, I was now seeing my son in a different light, a light that I wished never, ever, to see again. And for Michael…this role was becoming too real for him. I had seen him put on different covers, different voices, different attitudes, before. He was a good actor. And sometimes actors get too involved in their roles. This was one of those times.

I saw the fear in his eyes when I confronted him about it. At that moment he wasn't himself and he wasn't his father. He was a scared little boy, just like he had been during those awful years when he was young. At that moment he realized what he had been doing. I saw a glimmer in his eyes that said that he didn't want to play this game anymore, and I didn't blame him. I wished we could both just stop this there and then, never thinking about it again.

But there were too many lives at stake. He couldn't take that risk. And Michael may not know this, or maybe he just didn't want to accept it, but I was tough. I could take care of myself. I had taken care of myself and my two sons for years.

And no matter what happened in the future, I would still take care of my boys. They were my world and I wouldn't let anything happen to them.

So what did you guys think? Loved? Liked? Hated?

And please feel free to call me on any grammatical mistakes or whatnot. I like constructive critisism. Any flames will be given to Fi to play with, and we all know what that means!