Title: Spy Stupidity
Fandom: Burn Notice
Summary: "For someone so smart, he could be unbelievably stupid. Unbelievably, unbelievably stupid." Fi's POV (again).
Rating: G
Pairings/Characters: Michael/Fiona
Length: 250 words
Genres: romance, humor? (It made me laugh.)
A/N: Ah, my second BN ficlet. Written about the same time, with same inspiration as the first. Look for more soon, probably. Moments of "Good Soldier" have really inspired me… And for this one, it was more than just "Good Soldier" that inspired me. I've been looking at Michael's reactions to Campbell for several episodes and going, "OMG, Michael, you're so stupid sometimes. Fi must be thinking all sorts of angry things at you."

"Why is it so important to you what I think of your boyfriend?" he asked.

For someone so smart, he could be unbelievably stupid. Unbelievably, unbelievably stupid. Did he just randomly decide to toss that great brain of his out a window on matters like these?

Because honestly, I couldn't believe he hadn't gotten the message yet.

Because I know his very existence drives you crazy. That was the plan.

Because the only reason he's around is you. Not me. He's not there for me, he's there to make you jealous – to bring you back to me.

Because he's there to get a confession out of you.

You'd think a spy would understand when his own sort of tactics was being used against him.

Come on, Michael. You can't honestly be that dense.

Why is it so important? Maybe because it's directly connected to the only thing that's really important. Logic, Michael. Logic. He's thrown the spy's very first fundamental tool out the window. Or maybe it went out when he chucked his whole brain out. I don't know. I just know he's been so incredibly stupid over this entire thing – stupider than I could have imagined he could be.

Okay, he seems to have made an effort to ruin my dates. Not enough, not enough.

Where has his nerve gone? Out with the brain, again, I suppose.

And, you know, I just stare at him and wonder why in the world he can't seem to understand any of this. Seriously, Michael. None of it at all?

Men.