My kneejerk reaction to seeing the promo for the season finale tonight during Psych. My heart just sank when Fiona spun around and screamed his name. Well... here's this. Enjoy.
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Fiona spun around when she heard the sound of a gun going off. She saw Michael sink to his knees as blood blossomed across the front of his white shirt. His features were contorted in pain and confusion as he hit the floor.
"Michael!"
She raced across the floor, her heart pounding violently. Her legs couldn't move fast enough as she struggled to reach her fallen lover's side.
Finally she reached him, and as she hit her knees, she reached out and pulled him close. "Michael!" Ripping his shirt open, she pressed her palm against the wound.
He winced at the pain, and one arm curled around Fiona. He had never seen the shooter, but the shattering of glass told him that the sniper was somewhere outside. At least Fiona had been on the other side of the loft.
"I have to stop the bleeding, Michael." Her voice was apologetic. She wadded up his shirt and shoved it as hard as she could against the bullet wound.
Immediately his body tensed, then went completely slack in her arms.
"Michael?" She shook him lightly, but before she could call his name again, there was another shot.
Instinctively Fiona threw herself over Michael's prone form, covering his head with her hands.
The front door flew open, and Sam raced inside, his gun drawn. When he saw Fiona, his first thought was that she had been hit. He had been pulling up to the loft when he heard the first gunshot, and he had gotten out and up the stairs as fast as he was physically able.
"Fi! You hit?" he shouted.
"No! It's Michael!" She didn't move from her position shielding Michael's body.
Seeing the shattered glass, Sam moved closer to the window. He caught a glimpse of the shooter, and he looked back at Fiona. They were out in the open, vulnerable, but if he could get outside and nail the shooter…
"Keep Mikey covered!" Sam ordered, tossing his second gun to Fiona before he headed for the door.
Fiona lifted her head and grabbed the gun, scoping out the window. Beneath her, Michael was still unmoving, and she knew she had to do something. Tucking the gun into the back of her pants, she slowly raised herself up, then placed her hands beneath Michael's armpits and began pulling him toward the kitchen, the safest area that she could get him to without putting him at risk of another bullet.
It wasn't an easy task, and the fear of another bullet fueled her movements. She managed to drag Michael to safety behind the kitchen island. Once she knew he was safe, she had a choice. She could stay there, or get outside and help Sam.
She looked at Michael's pale face. There wasn't much else she could do for him there. If she and Sam tried to get him outside without taking down the shooter first, he would be able to easily take Michael out, along with Sam and herself. But if she went outside, the odds would be in their favor. They could take the sniper out, then get Michael help. A moment later, her mind was set.
Leaning down, she kissed Michael softly. "I have to leave you for a minute, Michael. But I'll be back." She smoothed his hair back. "I love you."
Standing up, she pulled out the gun Sam had given her. The metal was familiar and reassuring in her hand, giving her confidence that she desperately needed. Raising the gun, she slipped outside, following the path Sam had taken just a minute earlier.
Taking in the buildings, she quickly realized that there was only possible perch from which the bullet had to come. Moving silently, she made her way to the roof of the building.
As soon as she reached the roof, the sight that greeted her made her stomach lurch.
Sam was lying on the ground, blood spurting from a wound to his shoulder. She could see the shooter on the edge of the building, no doubt preparing to take another shot into the loft.
Raising the gun, she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up as she silently moved closer.
Please, God, no…
Finally she found her voice, and ice started to move through her veins. "Put your fucking hands up, you son of a bitch."
The shooter froze, then turned around slowly, and every one of Fiona's fears were confirmed.
"Hey, Fi."
To Be Continued...
A/N: Like I said, my kneejerk reaction written in about twenty minutes. There is a second half of this (it was originally a oneshot with several character deaths, but this worked) and I want to see how everyone reacts to this before I post it. So... review! LOL. Thanks for reading!
