A/N- Not much to say about this one. Another Mike/Fi one-shot. I am very romance oriented lately, I guess.

"You need to live your life! What's the use of sneaking around Jesse and not telling him?" Fiona demanded, violently throwing a glass on the floor. I watched quietly from my bed, as the shards went spinning across the floor. I opened my mouth to answer, but before I could Fi slapped me. Hard.

"Oww." I said, following her tense movements and preparing to speak again.

"Don't you dare, Michael." Fiona warned me, her voice dropping dangerously. I shrugged my shoulders and spread my hands on a what-do-you-want-me-to-do motion.

"Live Michael. You're in Miami, enjoy it!" She yelled, looking for another breakable item.

"What is life, Fi? Who's to say that what I am doing isn't living?" I asked, standing up to my full height.

"The meaning of life, Michael? That is the best you could come up with? Then tell me what is life, if you know it so well." She was talking conversationally, now. But her eyes were hard in a way that I had never seen them, and it scared me.

"I don't know." I admitted, grabbing a yogurt from the fridge. Fiona growled, her eyes searching the loft.

"You got a dictionary around here?" She questioned, pulling open a draw on my desk. I pointed to a red Webster's high on a shelf.

"Life; One: The capacity for growth, reproduction, functional activity, and continual change preceding death. Two: Vitality, vigor, or energy. Three: The time between birth and death." Fi slammed the book closed on the desk.

"That is not what life is." I told her. Fiona smiled at me.

"Exactly, Michael."

"What?" I was confused.

"Life is living. Helping people, Being with the people you love. Relaxing." She explained, watching my eyes light up as I watched her soften.

"I do help people. I am with the people I love." I pointed out, as she placed her hands on my shoulders and began to play with the buttons on my shirt.

"But you need to relax." Fiona whispered in my ear, pushing me down onto the bed. I took of my shirt.

"Show me how." I said, before I kissed her. And she did, without saying another word. It was all in her movements and actions.