Authors Note: Wow! I never thought I'd actually be cool enough to write a halfway decent Burn Notice story! :P
When I write, I sometimes like to choose one word (I have a list) as a prompt and write a bunch of different stories to go with it. This is written to the prompt "yellow", and I didn't plan it to be a Burn Notice fanfiction, or even really a fanfiction at all, but suddenly it was about Fi and Sean's sister, and it ended up being a pretty good story, if a very short one, so I decided to post it here.
She was wearing a yellow scarf with her green school uniform, and when she fell, it trailed a yellow streak through the air. In horrid slow motion, the fabric twisted in the air, sparkling threads catching the weak sunlight that broke through the clouds just before the shot rang out. Frozen shock and pain on her face, Claire was knocked back and fell to the ground, blood bubbling to her lips and out her mouth, staining the cobblestones and pooling around her head, a flower of dark red spreading out from her chest.
Sean saw it over and over in his mind for years before other blood, other gunshots, other death smeared the image, though not the sorrow, away. She was laughing at something one of her friends said- insulting Fiona, with whom she'd been fighting that morning. And then... and then... the shot. Sean started to duck instinctively when he heard the noise, but spun around when he heard her friends scream. Her impossibly blue eyes locked on him one last time as the red burst from her chest and her legs collapsed under her, and that yellow streak as the force of the bullet pushed her back and she fell to the road. In his mind the scarf became longer and longer, flowing from her neck, filling the sky, a streak of gold, of sunlight burned into his vision. Green, blue, yellow, red.
And his baby sister fell, and his world shattered.