An idea I'm sure has been done before, but I'm going to do it again. This is a collection of five oneshots in which Fiona saves Michael, and one time he saves her. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: Not mine!

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1) The First Time

He honestly had no idea how they had gotten the jump on him.

Right after he left the pub, he had been jumped and dragged into a back alley. He had put up a worthy fight, but in the end, he couldn't compete with a blow from a two-by-four to the back of his head.

When he woke up, his arms and legs were tied to a chair. He was in a tiny room, and a dingy light bulb swung slowly from the ceiling. There was no one else around, and he breathed deeply as he struggled against the bindings. They held, and he stopped after a few minutes. What the hell was going on? Where was he?

"Look at you. Seems like you've gotten yourself into a bit of trouble."

He froze. That voice…

Fiona Glenanne suddenly appeared in front of him, a knife in her hand.

"Fiona?"

"Shh…" She ran the blade lightly over his cheek before she cut the rope that was around his legs.

"How did you find me?" he whispered hoarsely. He had met Fiona a week ago in a little pub a few blocks from his apartment. She was beautiful and dangerous, and it was his job as Michael McBride to make her an asset.

"I saw you leave the pub, and I followed." She moved around the chair and quickly cut the rope binding his arms.

He grunted softly and flexed his hands before getting to his feet. "Fiona-"

She grabbed his arm and put the knife away, then produced a Walther from behind her shirt. "Keep your mouth shut." They weren't out of danger yet.

He closed his mouth and nodded. He had been stripped of his weapons, so even if he had a choice, he had to trust her.

Keeping her grip on his arm, she led him to a door that was hidden by the shadows. She opened it, then gently pushed him through.

Once they were outside, she pulled him along until they were a comfortable distance from the house. Then she pushed him into an alley and shoved him against the wall. "What the hell were you thinking?" she demanded, her eyes straying over him in a search for obvious injury.

"They hit me over the head!" he protested, his practiced brogue thick.

"It's a good thing it's so damn thick. Otherwise they could have done some serious damage."

"I don't think-"

"Exactly!" Grabbing his head, she pulled him down. Then she crushed her lips against his.

At first, he was shocked. He knew he couldn't get involved with her, but at that moment, his body and heart trumped logic. His hands settled on her hips, and he roughly pulled her against him. Then he deepened the kiss willingly.

So much for making her an asset.

To Be Continued...

A/N: I just love Fiona saving Michael (and makeout scenes). LOL. This is inspired by the Nickleback song, I'd Come For You, which is such a fantastic Michael and Fiona song. Thanks for reading!