I don't own burn notice or any of the characters.
What if after stabbing Brennan, Larry and Michael didn't make it into the apartment. Sam couldn't hold Larry there for the police to pick up and Michael wouldn't get away from his undead ex partner.
AU: Out of the fire.
And into the fire again,
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"Damn it Larry are you trying to get us killed?"
Michael was bracing himself with one hand against the dashboard the other on the passenger door. They were speeding at close to a hundred miles an hour along a dual carriage way, weaving in and out of the traffic, heading for the address where Brennan had the NOC list hidden.
He really wished he had not let Larry get behind the wheel of his car, even though the Charger had started off as his Dad's he felt quite sentimental about the old black muscle car. Larry though had no such feelings and was driving recklessly even by Michael's own standards. The was after all the body of a murdered arms dealer in the trunk, and as far as Larry was concerned the should be no real rush to get to where they were going.
"No Kid. But I think you might of arranged for your little team of do-gooders to get to that safe before we do." Came the snide retort.
Ok, so Larry did have an idea about what was being planned. Michael kept the thought to himself.
However he was about to order Larry to slow down and risk another lecture on how he had become soft when he felt the car shudder and buck. Taking his eyes off the road for a moment, he could see Larry fighting with the steering wheel. Then came the bang, bang, bang of a tyre shredding, Michael grabbed hold of the handrail above the door as Larry continued to fight for control of an old car travelling at close to a hundred miles an hour with a blown tyre. The car hit the central barrier and bounced off hitting another car sending that off across the road and in to another vehicle causing a pile up behind them. Finally the steering went completely as the car dropped on it's suspension from the stress and then rolled over ending up sideways across the road but the right way up.
Larry sat still for a moment gathering his thoughts the seatbelt had held him in place and after a moment he came to the conclusion he had no serious injuries. His chest hurt from hitting the steering wheel but apart from that he appeared to be in one piece. Managing a strained smile he gave a quick thanks to Michael's crap choice in vehicles. Unbuckling the seat belt he tried the door but it was jammed shut, the panels bent. He knew he had to get out quickly, well meaning bystanders were already on their way over and he had no intention on explaining the body lying in the trunk of the car.
"Larry!" The voice, little more than a hiss.
Looking over, Larry noticed a thin trickle of blood coming from Michael's left ear and as he turned his head the blood coming from his nose also.
"Come on, we've got to get out of your side." Larry knocked Michael's hands away from the seatbelt he was struggling with, and unbuckled it himself. "Move yourself Michael." Leaning over he was grateful that the passenger door opened when he operated the handle.
Pushing Michael out on to the road, Larry followed him and made it half way to the side of the road, when he stopped at the sound of puking. Turning to look, he watched Michael, on his hands and knees vomiting onto the tarmac.
"Damn it." He pulls Michael up by the back of his shirt. "You're going to be the death of me." Avoiding the vomit on the ground he slips a shoulder under Michael's arm and half carries, half drags him to the side of the road. "Anybody else, I'd just put a bullet in them. You know that?"
He gets no reply to his grumbling, Michael's head rolls to one side, and his eyes close. Larry drops him down on the verge.
Spotting a car that seemed of gotten through the multiple pile up relatively unscathed, Larry walks towards the driver a big friendly smile on his face.
"Hey, my friend is pretty badly hurt." He calls out, "Have you gotta phone I could borrow." As the man behind the wheel reaches for his phone Larry calmly leans in to the vehicle and shoots him in the head. A quick look up, nobody has noticed, so the now dead driver gets thrown out onto the road and Michael is helped into the passenger seat. As they drive off the sirens of the emergency vehicles can be heard in the distance.
"Without our friend Brennan it's going to be a bit more tricky getting that list, we might have to take the safe with us." Glancing over Larry sees that Michael is resting his head on the side window, his body limp and his eyes barely open.
"Hey! Wake up Michael. You can nap later." He taps the injured man on the arm but gets no response. He narrows his own eyes slightly. But turns back to watching the road, one crash a day is plenty.
"Well we're here now." Larry tells his unconscious passenger as he pulls up next to the unfinished apartment block. He checks his hand gun while waiting to see if Michael is going to wake up. This is not how he saw things going, and he is becoming more irritated by the minute. Michael definitely needs to toughen up if a little concussion puts him out of the game nowadays.
His lips twist into a scowl, a black pick up is coming round from behind the building and he can't be completely sure but it looks like Fiona sat in the passenger seat. He hits the steering wheel and then turns his gun on Michael. But Michael is out cold. Cold fury grips him, he is sick of Michael's hand wringing, wet rag bunch of do gooding so called friends interfering in his business.
"Hey!" He gives Michael hard shake and gets a whimpering moan in response. "Stay awake Kid. We've work to do."
Michael half opens one eye and tries to give Larry a dirty look, just wanting to sleep. "Don't look at me like that. This is all for you, you know that. If you want to be safe we need that list."
Michael nods his agreement, anything if it will get Larry to shut up. All he wants to do is sleep and get rid of his damn headache.
"We need new wheels, once we've dumped this wreck I'll get you to a doctor." Larry reached over and using a thumb and finger opened one of Michael's eyes. "Jez kid you don't look to good" He started up the car and headed away looking for a quiet car park with minimal security.
Sam Axe is high up across the unfinished road in another apartment block, he has his sniper rifle set up for Brennans hide out, but he is using it at the moment to check on what Larry is up to. Michael and Larry should be on their way upstairs to the safe by now. Instead they are sat in a strange car and they are not moving. Sam tries to focus on what they are doing but from the angle he has he can't make out what is going on. He curses when they drive off, he has lost his chance of getting that pyscho Larry locked up and Michael away from him. He dials up Fiona to tell her their plan fell through, they now needed to collect Maddy and wait for Michael to let them know what he wants them to do next.
A/N: At the moment I don't have the story traffic info showing on my computer. So I don't know if my story is being looked at or not. I have never asked before but can you please review and tell me what you think so I know if to continue.