Title: Abandoned
Author: PapayaK
Category: Hurt-Comfort, whump
Spoilers: most of Season 2
Summary: Michael left. Or did he?
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em. Just having fun.
A/N: This story is sort of AU. More like I just kinda borrowed the timeline for a bit. I picture this happening after Mike jumps out of Management's helicopter. (I was never quite clear on whether Sam and Fi saw him jump or not, but in this story, they didn't) Also, I needed a doctor so I put in an original character for a bit – I figure they probably do some jobs they don't tell us about… This is pretty dark, but don't worry, everyone is always okay at the end of my stories (unless I tell you ahead of time)
Here you go… Hope you enjoy!
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Abandoned – Chapter 1
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Fiona Glenanne was not a cheerful person these days.
She was angry.
She was hurt-
Michael had left.
Again.
Without saying goodbye.
It had been almost three months with no word and it still hurt.
The only good feeling she had from the day he'd abandoned her was killing Carla. That had been satisfying…
(now there were days she felt like killing him!)
She had waited in the loft all that day, sitting by the phone – but there was no call.
The police scanner had a report of a strange man being washed up on the beach, but that was it: the only possible mention of Michael Westen and it had turned out to be nothing.
She hadn't heard anything from him since.
She just figured that helicopter had contained everything he wanted. He had gotten his heart's desire from 'management.'
And it wasn't her.
She had really thought that when it came down to it…
She wouldn't be tossed aside as 'second choice.'
Not again…
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Sam Axe drank. Less than he used to. He still had all the lady friends he wanted, but work was becoming scarce.
He was just getting tired of it.
So little of what he did really mattered. It was still worthwhile stuff, sorta – but not nearly as fun as the stuff he did with Mikey.
But Mikey had his job back.
Apparently.
Sam was genuinely happy for him. Mike wasn't retirement material like he was. Mikey should be off changing the world.
'Course, it would have been nice if he had said good-bye to Maddie and Nate – and Fi.
Fi.
She didn't talk to him anymore. She was angry. She did visit Maddie once in a while… For which Sam was grateful, but he figured it was just too painful for her. Spending time at Mikey's old house, hanging out with Mike's mom… It was too much: She loved him. And he was gone – for who knows how long.
Sam knew he'd be back – eventually – but he wasn't sure what Mikey would find when he returned.
He was pretty sure he wouldn't like it. But he was Michael Westen. He would deal with it.
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Madeline was having a poker game tonight. She was really looking forward to it.
She knew Sam and Fi were upset, but this was nothing new to her. This was Michael. She knew him, and he needed to do this. She didn't like it, but it was okay. Unless he missed her birthday… Her birthday was in less than a week and she had better get a card. Or a call. Something…
She had decided she would be fine with his absence until he missed her birthday. If he did that he would be in trouble…
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And then Sam got some new information.
It changed everything.
He had been working a case that involved some Russians – nothing as interesting as it used to be… this was just a financial thing, but…
It was Mikey. He was certain.
He had been doing some surveillance on his target. He figured Mike probably would come up with a brilliant plan to get a bug into the guy's office, but he had settled for having flowers delivered; Flowers that had a listening device cleverly concealed within the ribbon. Unfortunately, the flowers were relegated to the hallway. On the second day of listening to absolutely nothing, two of the 'hired guns' decided to have a conversation in the hall:
"You on tonight?"
"Yeah. Tonight and every night. My girl's gonna wonder what become of me."
"Well, what do you expect after you almost let the spy escape?"
"I didn't."
"C'mon – you left the ladder in the hole and you turned your back."
"Are you kidding? No one could move after what they did to him. There's no way he should have been able to climb a ladder. Not after more'n a couple months a' that!"
"Well, he did. So you are going to work nights until you forget what the sun looks like. Be glad that's all you got."
Sam sat frozen in his car, trying to process what he'd heard; all thoughts of the case forgotten: Russians. Torturing a spy. In Miami. Mike wasn't the only spy the Russians hated- but…
'more'n a couple months' – Mike had disappeared almost three months ago…
He had gotten such a sick feeling in his gut…
Mike wasn't off saving the world – he was suffering, maybe dying.
He hadn't abandoned them – As far as Sam was concerned- they had abandoned him.
All of a sudden the job changed – his priority was finding out more about this spy…
He listened.
He learned…
He explained to the man that had hired him that he might not be able to deliver what had been requested.
And he called Fi.
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Fiona was on a date. Jimmy was a seasonal fisherman, and he was great fun. They had been seeing a lot of each other and he cheered her up immensely.
Sam, on the other hand, was someone who depressed her, so when her phone rang and she saw it was him there was no WAY she was going to answer it.
Not the first time he called – or the second – or the third. On the fourth call Jimmy asked her to just answer it and get rid of the guy.
So she picked up.
"Fi. Finally! Listen, I've got some news. Will you please meet me?"
"I don't think so, Sam. I'm really very busy."
"Fi – It's Mike. I think he's in trouble. Actually I'm pretty sure he's in trouble."
Fiona paled - all thoughts of Jimmy forgotten, "Where?"
"Meet me at the loft."
"I'll be there."
As she stood, she turned to a perplexed Jimmy. As an afterthought, she simply said, "Sorry. Gotta go."
To be continued…