Just a cute little oneshot about Michael being fashionably late (cause we all know that man is very fashionable.) Enjoy!
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"We're going to be late."
Michael Westen sighed as his best friend Sam Axe repeated the same sentence for the fifteenth time in the past half hour. "We're not going to be late, Sam," he grumbled again as his fingers moved nimbly over the computer keyboard while Sam kept watch.
"Yeah, we are, brother. And your little spitfire of a girlfriend is going to kill both of us. But she'll torture me before that." Sam shifted uncomfortably at the thought of the pain he saw in his very near future.
"No, she won't, because we're not going to be late."
Sam just huffed and paced behind the chair Mike was sitting in. Michael Westen was a brave, brave fool. Every few seconds, he checked his watch again.
Finally Michael let out a triumphant sound and stood up. "Got it." He grabbed what he needed and followed Sam out of the office.
"Thank God. You owe me the biggest drink in Florida, brother," Sam muttered as they hurried down the hall.
"You got it, Sam."
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In another part of Miami, Fiona Glenanne looked at her watch, her heart pounding.
Madeline Westen saw this and smiled gently. "He'll be here, sweetheart," she assured the younger woman, her hand reaching out and patting her back.
"He better be, or I will kill him," Fiona muttered.
A door opened, and Michael and Sam rushed inside, both clad in black tuxedoes. Sam hugged Madeline while Michael took Fiona into his arms and kissed her softly.
"I told you I'd be here," he murmured as he lightly kissed her nose, then pulled away.
She thumped his chest. "Fifteen minutes late."
"Fashionably late," he corrected, earning another solid blow from his diminutive fiancé.
Sam pulled back and rubbed his hands together. "Okay, people, let's get this show on the road!" He was looking forward to that drink Mikey had promised him after the wedding ceremony.
Madeline grinned widely. She had been waiting for this day almost as long as Fiona had.
Michael chuckled and wrapped a strong arm around his soon-to-be wife. Then he leaned down, brushing his mouth against her ear. "I'd never stand you up, Fi." Especially not on the day they were going to be married.
"Good. Now I won't have to kill you," she said flippantly.
"Gee, thanks."
She snuggled into his side with a soft laugh.
"Not yet, anyway."
The End!
A/N: Tee hee, cute fluff. Thanks for reading, and please review!