A Mike/Fi one shot set in between 4x17 and 4x18. I just feel like there should have been a moment between the two before the finale happened.
Another Day
Holding the flash drive in his hand Michael casts another glance around the room. He feels four pairs of eyes on him, as they all wait and see what he has to say. He's not sure what they want to hear because when death is that close people tend to lose their focus and what they want to hear tends to differ from what they need to hear. So instead he settles for the only thing that seems to make sense.
"Try and get some sleep, tomorrow's going to be a long day." He sees Sam let out a breath, urging his mother out of the room as he casts a look back at them. Michael follows with Fiona at his side, pausing to give Jesse a small nod before he closes the door behind him.
When he gets Fiona into his old bedroom it's as if someone has sucked out all the air. He doesn't know what to say, and even if he did he knew he wouldn't be able to say it out loud. It felt like someone was choking him, every breath becoming painful as the reality finally begins to set in.
So he settles for gently grasping Fiona's arm and pulling her against him, letting their lips collide and a flood of emotions escape with the kiss. His hand settles on the small of her back as her finger run through his hair and her soft moans send chills through his body.
The kiss is sweet but it's also rough, hungry even as Fiona's teeth gently gnaw his lower lip and her fingers become fists that gently pull at his hair. When they separate she gasps for breath but the small smile never leaves her face.
She collapsed onto his old bed and waits for him to lower himself down beside her before she snuggles into his side and feels his arms wrap around her waist. There's a moment of silence before she speaks, quiet enough that she doesn't disturb anyone else.
"Are you scared Michael?" she whispers, her fingers squeezing his hand gently. He pauses, just long enough to think before he speaks, his words muffled by her hair.
"Terrified." he answers. He feels Fiona tense in his arms because he knows she wasn't expecting that answer, and honestly neither was he.
"Me too," she says as her voice quavers ever so slightly and Michael hears her sniffle. He pulls her closer, letting their bodies mold together as his legs spoon against hers, forming the perfect fit.
Slowly her breathing becomes even and she completely relaxes in his arms. Michael takes in a deep breath, pressing a kiss into Fiona's hair before closing his eyes. The sound of her breathing is like a lullaby because he knows she's safe for now, able to fight another day and it gives him just enough reassurance to drift into a fitful sleep with the one person he loves wrapped safe in his arms.