An idea that popped into my head tonight. Inspired heavily by the Nickleback song, I'll Come For You, and the season four finale Last Stand. Possible character death. Enjoy!

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She would rather die with him than live without him.

The bullets ripped through her vulnerable flesh before they really even knew what was happening. She was standing beside Michael, and as the bullets continued to fly, he grabbed her and dropped with her to the ground.

Blood was quickly soaking Fiona's shirt, but oddly enough, she didn't feel any pain. That wasn't a good sign, but it didn't matter. If she was going to die, then she was going to die. She had made peace with that a long time ago.

Suddenly the gunfire ceased, and Michael's worried face appeared in her line of vision.

"Stay with me, Fi."

Stay? Where was she going? His brow furrowed in that way that she loved, and she almost smiled.

"Come on, Fi. Keep your eyes open." He shook her gently.

Her awareness was gently fading, the darkness slowly easing in like the tide on the beach. It pulled at her, but she struggled. She needed to be with him. But he was alive. That was what mattered. If the situations were reversed, she couldn't have handled it. Either way, she would die. And dying with the knowledge that he was alive was a comfort to her. Sam would take care of him. So would Maddie and Nate. He would be okay.

Suddenly his lips were on her forehead, then her mouth, and she managed to return the kiss. Then she had the sensation of being lifted, and she found herself cradled in his arms against his chest. Despite the tragedy of it all, she was content. If she was going to die, there was nowhere else in the world she would rather be than right there in his arms.

"Please, Fi. Don't leave me."

She wanted to reassure him, to tell him that she could never really leave him, even if death tore them apart. Their love surpassed death, time, and space. She would wait for him, forever if she needed to.

When her lips moved, he lowered his head so that she could see the tears in his cobalt eyes. "What is it, Fi?"

"I love you, Michael." There was never a time when she hadn't loved him. And now death was claiming her, draining the life from her being.

He brushed her hair back and kissed her cheek. "I love you, too, Fi."

She smiled softly and nestled closer to him. Ten years wasn't nearly long enough, but she had never known so much love. And if that meant dying in this moment, with him, then she would rather have ten years than a lifetime without him.

"Fi, please don't go…"

She felt warm drops hit her cheeks, but she was unable to open her eyes. Michael's voice sounded so far away, but she could still feel his arms and the strength of his chest as he crushed her against himself. This was how it was supposed to be. A wave of peace crashed into her, enveloping her senses and tangling with the love she felt for the man holding her.

"Fiona, stay with me."

A soft smile touched her lips, and as the darkness finally took her, the last thing she heard was his voice, and that was the way she wanted it.

"I love you, Fiona."

And she knew no more.

The End.

A/N: I am considering writing a second chapter for this, but I haven't made up my mind yet. What do you guys think? Thanks for reading, and please review!