A/N: Welcome to my Wicked/Burn Notice crossover. I can't believe I started this in 2010 and have finally finished it.
This story is based on the characters in the musicverse, so water doesn't affect Elphaba. I've also researched as much as I can on the Web to try to keep everything as authentic as possible. I may not have been successful, but I tried. :)
This also occurs before season four of "Burn Notice", so it's just Michael, Fiona and Sam. (Those who watch "Burn Notice" regularly will understand what I mean.)
This is my first shot at fan fiction. I know the story is based on a crazy idea but I hope you enjoy it. I welcome comments, feedback, and constructive criticism. Also, please let me know you're out there and if you enjoy the story or not.
Rated T (just in case) for some language and mild action stuff. Fiyeraba, some Gloq and Michael/Fiona.
Note: I own neither "Burn Notice" nor "Wicked" and no copyright infringement is intended.
Since I'm posting the last chapter (on 3/13/15), I decided to redo the opening.
So, shall we start this right? :)
Link to Burn Notice opening: www dailymotion com /video/xkep3j_burn-notice-opening_shortfilms (add dots and remove spaces)
Michael Westen voice-over: My name is Michael Westen. I used to be a spy. Until...
[phone rings]
Voice on phone: We got a burn notice on you. You're blacklisted.
Michael Westen voice-over: When you're burned, you've got nothing: no cash, no credit, no job history. You're stuck in whatever city they decide to dump you in...
Michael: Where am I?
Fiona: Miami.
Michael Westen voice-over: You do whatever work comes your way. You rely on anyone who's still talking to you. A trigger-happy ex-girlfriend...
Fiona: Shall we shoot them?
Michael Westen voice-over: An old friend who used to inform on you to the FBI...
Sam: You know spies... bunch of bitchy little girls.
Michael Westen voice-over: Family too...
Sam: Hey, is that your Mom again?
Michael Westen voice-over: ... if you're desperate.
Madeline: Someone needs your help, Michael.
Michael Westen voice-over: Bottom line: as long as you're burned, you're not going anywhere.