A/N- Having finished updating all my chapter stories about 5 seconds ago, I feel like a one-shot. I hope you all like it.
She watched him while he slept. It was the only time recently when he was at rest. And even now, in the dead of night, he was not completely relaxed.
Sighing she slid out of the bed and padded silently over to the fridge. She couldn't, however, control the audible click the door made when she pulled it open.
Muscles tightening, he sat straight up, a gun in his hand.
"Fi?" He asked quietly, confusion clouding his voice, his eyes still half-closed.
"It's just me, Michael." Fiona said, putting down the bottle of water she had grabbed and slipped onto the bed behind him.
Gently she began to run his shoulders, pulling the gun out of his hand in the process.
"You need to relax, Michael." She whispered in his ear, pressing against him. Slowly, he pulled away from her.
"I can't Fi. There are too many lose ends. Someone has to know something!" He answered, his voice rising. He was fully awake now.
Without warning Mike jumped out of the bed and began stalking back and forth across the room.
"Michael, you know that there are no more answers to be had. Everything that happened? No one is going to be able to explain all of that." Fi explained for the umpteenth time. Nothing she said seemed to get through to him.
"There is always someone who knows something. There has to be someone pulling strings in an operation this big." He said, starting to paw through files and papers.
"Okay, Michael. You need to listen to me. They. Are. Gone. That's all there is to it. You have to decide. What do you want more? Me? Or them?" She demanded, gathering her clothes and shoes.
He just looked at her blankly, as if he didn't understand the words coming out of her mouth.
Throwing her hand up in the air, Fiona pulled open the door.
"Call me when you decide." She bit, stalking outside and slamming the door behind her.
It was only once she was gone that something seemed to click in Michael.
"Fi. Wait. I.." He called out in vain after her. Some rational part of his thought told her that she couldn't hear him. She had already driven away.
"I love you." He muttered to himself, giving up on her magically walking back in.
Suddenly an inexplicable anger filled him. He knocked all of the various papers and files to the floor with one swipe of his arm.
He sank back onto the bed wishing he could go back and change time. Change what he said, and change what he did.
But it wasn't possible. Not even for a spy.