Disclaimer: I do not own Burn Notice, I am just a HUUUGE fan who couldn't cope with the excitement dished out in 502. I had no other way to express my happiness so I banged out a quicked story to deal with it! I am still squeeing! Enjoy & please leave a review. If you'd like to see more BN stories by me, let me know [as I'm currently thinking about it]. Look forward to the no doubt numerous 502 related stories that will be out in the coming days, I sure am! :)

Warning- massive 502 Bloodlines spoilers!


Fiona thought her ears were deceiving her. She almost blurted out 'what?' in response. Four years of their dramatic ups and downs, arguments, jealousy and passion had finally boiled down to this.

Of course, Michael hadn't been able to sleep. He couldn't sleep without Fi. She invaded his every thought like she was a sick, beautiful curse. Ever since that day in the hut where they almost blew themselves up, something had changed. They were in this together. And in the following months where he kept disappearing to work on jobs for the CIA, something was missing: Fiona.

Michael was astounded that after all they had been through together Fiona would say to him 'I don't want to hold you back.' He almost laughed at her weary remark. She didn't hold him back; she was the one constantly pushing him forward. He had always known it, but he had finally found the courage to admit it.

Buying her lumber was the most romantic thing Michael had ever done, and literally building their home together, or at least a snow globe shelf, spoke louder than his voice ever could. Four years it took him to say 'I want you to move in.' No wonder Fi was standing there like a stunned mullet. Michael smiled at the look on her face. He realised that this was the most he had ever exposed his true self to Fiona, and he didn't even feel one bit uncomfortable. He just felt…happy. It was a foreign feeling, and he would happily drown in it.

Oh, how far they had come.

'What do you say?' He asked, looking her in the eyes.

The feeling of the warmth of his body was already a good enough home for her, but she couldn't deny she loved idea that Michael was, at last, willing to make a commitment to her. All of that waiting had paid off. She was the most patient woman in the world. Finally, she thought.

Fi didn't need to answer him; the languid, loving kiss they shared said it all. But just for good measure, she whispered 'yes.'