Hey, everyone. It's been awhile since I posted any Michael/Fi fics, but I still don't own Burn Notice. Anyway, this is just a short tag to Last Stand that I forgot I wrote and wanted to post before Season 5 started (I can't wait!). Anyway, here it is...
Because We're Together
I watched in horror as Fiona flew through the open wall of the shed and crouched down next to me.
"What the hell are you doing here?" I questioned, panicking slightly. I had purposely come on this mission alone, so that everyone else could live. Especially her. I'd never be able to live with myself if I was the one who got her killed.
"What does it look like?" she snapped, popping up to fire some rounds off at Vaughn's rapidly approaching men. I stared at her as she spoke again, "I'm tired of you making all the decisions in this relationship."
I didn't answer, opting instead to shoot at the people outside. Then I started to tell her she didn't have to stay, but she cut me off again.
"When it's time, we do this together," she said. I nodded, feeling tears gathering in my eyes.
"You sure?" I asked quietly. I needed to make sure this was what she wanted. It wasn't what I wanted, but I had learned a long time ago that once Fi made up her mind, nothing I, or anyone else, said could change it. So, as long as she was sure, I was just going to have to deal with it, and hope that at least Jesse could get out, and get the flash drive into the right hands.
"I've never been more sure of anything," she answered softly.
"No regrets?" I started. "If you had to do it all over again, knowing you'd end up here, would you?" I couldn't help but ask.
She nodded. "It was worth it. All of it. Ireland, Germany, Miami. I'd do it all over again, and end up right here," she said.
"Why?" I couldn't help from blurting out.
"Because we're together," she said finally. And I realized we were. We always had been. For better or worse. I had her back; she had mine. We're a team. And I knew in that instant, that no matter what happened, it would be okay. If by some slim chance we got rescued, or if the much likelier happened and we blew ourselves up with the explosives in our hands, everything would be okay. Because we're together. And in the end, that's all that matters.