No plot here, just whumpage. Lack of Fiona in the spoiler screen caps made me start to think. She must be pissed off at him.. and after the unconscious Michael on a vent hospital spoiler I can only imagine why.. then USA sent out a spoiler with Fi and Michael which I hope is a fake because it was so stupid.. so I'm already disappointed.. I hope I'm wrong, but just in case I wrote this for my pleasure.. cause I miss 'leave it all behind and love me' Fiona.. So.. um.. spoilers..
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When he's lying there on the floor he realizes for the first time that he actually did lie to Fiona. He had convinced himself earlier that he hadn't. Convinced himself that he was actually fine, therefor when he gripped her slim shoulder with his one good hand and assured her that he was, he wasn't lying. Only he had known. I mean come on... Even the master of disguise could not convince himself that seventy two hours after walking out of ICU, he was fine.
No wonder she was mad at him. No wonder she always seemed to be mad at him these days. He was always doing this. You'd have thought a little friendly fire through the chest would have opened his eyes. You'd have thought the look of utter devastation on Fiona's face when they found him bleeding on the side of the road, or the massive exhaustion that clung to her nearly gaunt features when he woke up in the ICU would have made him open his eyes.
At least it would have made him consider what she had been trying to make him realize for the last four God Damned years. There is life after the burn. There is a future.
They had a nice little life. He, Fiona, Sam and his mom were a family of their own accord. The jobs weren't bad. They paid the bills, the kept his skills sharp, they allowed him to help people. Real people, on a personal level. Okay so it wasn't preventing the launch of little battles between bickering idiots who didn't care if their spat cost hundreds of civilian lives. But it was something. It paid for the yogurt, kept his Mom in her house and kept gas in the Charger. It bought Fiona what ever pair of shiny red shoes or shiny silver hand gun had caught her eye. It kept Sam nose deep in barley and hops.
The last thing he thought about before loosing consciousness again was the tight almost painful way Fiona had pressed her lips together when he had struggled into his jacket and started towards the door.
'Fine I'll go alone then.' He'd muttered after her refusal.
'Mikey come on!' Sam had yelled looking to Fi for permission.
'GO!' She'd shouted tossing her hands up in the air and turning into the hallway. She hadn't moved fast enough, he'd caught sight of her glassy red rimmed eyes and the way her breath hitched as her slender fingers pressed against the wall.
'Oh Honey.' His mother had whispered softly as she moved towards the other woman opening her arms. 'Fiona..'
'I can't do this!' She'd whispered, through painfully evident tears. 'I just can't keep doing this.'
He'd thought about going back, as his mother yelled his name.
'This is a bad idea Mike.' Sam had reminded him as he stubbornly charged out of the house
'He's going to get himself killed.' His girlfriend had continued to sob as the door swung shut behind them.
She was right. All of it. She was right. And if he lived through this, if he made it to the moment when his consciousness to would start to return and her fingers would be curled around his own, he would try and remember to tell her.
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