Okay ya'll, I'm a big Burn Notice fan, it's become my crutch since CSI went to hell. So, I've decided to go overboard and write a story. Huge thanks to Amanda Hawthorn for her awesome beta skills and help. Her stories are amazing even though you think you're going to get a baby she'll shut that door on you and single you out for asking repeatedly for one. Anyways, hope ya'll enjoy my little story, it does go out on a limb a few times but just hang with me, it's gonna be a wild ride.

Oh, and I don't own Burn Notice or anything associated with it. Although I wish I did.


The Perfect Storm

Chapter 1

Thunder cracked and lightning streaked the sky. The wind howled rattling the windows and door. Rain pelted the roof making it almost impossible to hear. Earlier in the day the weather service informed Miami that hurricane Drake was going to miss hitting the city head on, but they would get the wind and rain with high winds from the edges of the massive storm.

Michael lay in his bed; his eyes wide open as the loft was constantly illuminated by the lightning. Things were starting to go his way as the list of people who burned him were outed and taken down by the CIA. He still had questions he knew there would be no answer to, but his brain wouldn't turn them off. Fiona had told him repeatedly to just let his past go, but it wasn't in his nature.

After his mom helped them find the Asian girls being held captive, he was having a hard time shaking their scuffle when she had practically told him he was like his father. The comment had nearly knocked him off of his feet as she told him something he had vowed to never become.

Suddenly a loud groan echoed through the loft. It was a sound Michael had never heard before and he was quickly out of bed and scrambling towards the door. The entire building creaked and just as he grabbed the handle the floor shifted.

The once sturdy older building was giving way to the force of the wind and was quickly collapsing. Michael managed to get the door open only to have the strong wind blow his body back into the crumbling building. He regained his footing and headed for the small balcony.

The rain stung his bare torso as he tried desperately to see. Power flashes were all he could get a glimpse of as he glanced around. His balcony that once hung over the concrete entry of the club was now moving towards the water way. Michael climbed up and stood on the railing and just when the loud snap of the main support beams broke under the shifting weight of the structure.

With his heart racing, Michael inhaled deeply and jumped out as far away from the building as he could. His body hit the water as the club and his home fell partially into the water as it collapsed. He surfaced to see the building leveled. The water in the channel was rough as the wind and rain constantly slapped waves of water in his face.

The amount of rainfall along with the wind caused the current to drag him along and Michael found himself at its mercy as he attempted to swim back to land. The darkness did nothing but make his task even more difficult as he eventually made it to small dock. Michael pulled himself onto the small wooden platform he looked around for any type of shelter.

The storm had knocked out all of the power and his only light source was the frequent lighting as his eyes scanned the surroundings. As he stood, he found it difficult to remain standing with the force of the wind. Michael tried to stay low as he moved up towards an older brick building that appeared to be abandoned. He had no idea how far the current had taken him from the loft but at the moment he just wanted out of the storms assault.

Michael found a broken window and managed to climb inside. Surprisingly there was light in the structure, but it wasn't from an electrical source. Several homeless people had also sought the building for refuge and at the intruder coming through the window several had stood and was on high alert to the stranger.

Wearing only a pair of pajama bottoms, Michael seemed to fit in with the small crowd. Without a word he just waved, indicating to them that he wasn't a threat. He carefully went to a far corner and sat down on a dry patch of concrete. His eyes kept watch on the other inhabitants of the building. Once they had determined that he wasn't a threat, one person approached him with a blanket.

It was a young girl maybe fifteen, he determined. She was silent as she slowly extended the blanket to him. Michael moved equally slow and grabbed the offering. "Thank you." The girl smiled and returned to the small group. Michael pulled the blanket over his cold and wet body. The small group added some more scrap wood to their fire barrel before taking another glance at him.

Michael hoped the storm would soon pass and the sun would rise and he could return to what was left of his home. He tried to get as comfortable as possible as the storm raged on.

Even as morning came, the hurricane was still pounding away. Madeline was sitting in her house with her neighbor playing cards to pass the time. The majority of the storm had passed but it was still raining. She internally worried about Michael and his friends and how they had weathered the storm.

The back door opened and Fiona and Sam entered the home without knocking. Madeline glanced at the two and grinned. "Well, I see you two made it through just fine."

Sam opened the fridge and grabbed a cool beer. "Is Mikey here?"

Madeline let the sudden worry cross her face. "I assumed he was with one of you."

Fiona shook her head. "We were hoping he was here. What little reports we can get is that there's a lot of structural damage around the loft." She noticed the reaction from Michael's mother and turned to Sam. "We've got to get to the loft."

Sam nodded his agreement and they rushed off. Fiona began to let her concern surface as they slowly made their way across town towards Michael's loft. "Fi, you've got to calm down, you're making me nervous."

They hit several road blocks along the way, downed power lines, trees, one time they were blocked by a roof off of a house. Eventually they made it within a block of the loft and decided to walk the remainder of the distance. As they closed the distance Fiona froze in her tracks. The usual sight she was used to was now gone. Her mouth fell open as she took in the destruction.

Sam brushed past her bringing her back to reality and they both ran the short distance to the ruble. The metal wall and doors to the loft were toppled over so they only had to walk over the metal. "Oh man." Sam said as they sighted Michael's Charger.

Part of the roof peeled off and had crushed the black car. The small bench that had once stood outside was nowhere to be seen. They both carefully made their way past the car and towards the building. It appeared that part of the loft was intact while the kitchen side collapsed and submerged into the channel. The club below it was completely caved in making the loft sit at ground level.

Fiona and Sam managed to find a missing section of wall to gain entry. "Michael?" She screamed out

"Mikey!" Sam also yelled. They were both in shock at the devastation. Carefully they moved around what remained of the loft looking for Michael. "He's not here."

"The Charger's outside Sam, he's here somewhere." Fiona shot back.

She climbed over the rubble in a desperate search for Michael. Sam began collecting any firearm that he noticed as he moved through the broken building. Fiona also began picking up other items that she knew the authorities didn't need to find. After an hour of looking Sam had her convinced that Michael wasn't in the building. That and when groans coming from the walls began getting louder they both decided it was time to leave.

Once outside Fiona and Sam watched as the rest of the building fell flat. She couldn't watch and turned her head while Sam waited until the dust settled. "Okay, well Michael obviously go out before the building fell, it's just a matter of finding out where he went."

The sudden stillness woke Michael with a jolt. He didn't plan on falling asleep, but somehow his exhausted body didn't care that he was lying on concrete. His eyes scanned the structure and noticed the other inhabitants had already left. With a groan he stood up and went back out the hole he had entered.

The sun shined brightly and Michael was able to see all of the destruction. Many buildings were missing roofs and signs. He figured that he was a good mile from his loft and being barefoot opted to swim up the now calm channel. He entered the water from the twisted dock and began his swim. The water was cooler than he remembered but this was the fastest route he could think of.

After Fiona and Sam stowed away the weapons and other pyrotechnics they could find Fiona walked back towards the battered Charger. Sam leaned against the hood of his Cadillac and patiently waited for Fiona to decide they needed to leave. While he was looking at the former building something caught his eye coming out of the water. A figure that was very familiar. "Mikey!"

Fiona turned to Sam and then to where he was looking. Her eyes locked onto the wet form of her lover. "Michael!" She raced towards him as he got his feet firmly on the ground. Her arms wrapped around his body as if he'd been gone for years. "We were so worried, how'd you get out, what happened?"

Sam was next to his friend in no time. "Mikey, damn you look horrible."

Michael had his arms wrapped around Fiona and he wasn't about to let her go at the moment. "Thanks Sam." He huffed out of breath from his swim. Fiona remained attached to him as he started walking towards what was left of his home. "I knew it was moving, but I didn't think it was completely leveled."

"It fell in about thirty minutes ago. Your car's under the wall." Fiona told him.

"How bad is it?" He inquired.

Sam sighed. "Well, it may be a total loss buddy. As for your place, we retrieved some weapons and other items before it fell in."

Michael nodded. "I'm hungry and nearly naked; can we get out of here?"

They loaded up in Sam's car and headed back to his mother's place.


What a wild ride for chapter 1. Leave me reviews and I'll be encouraged to continue although I have yet to leave a story unfinished.

TDCSI