There Is A Happy Ending Chapter 2: A Happy Ending, a burn notice fanfic

Part two everybody! The song Michael and Fi have for their first dance's "Never Stop.(Wedding Version.)" by Safetysuit. Not only do I recommend listening to either version, but I hope I get to see the day where these two get a Youtube video to this song…Every other TV Couple has one! Please Guys, give a Girl her wish! Thanks again, Guys, and please get those reviews in! :)

A Happy Ending

The Church's small, but cozy and intimate. The wood panels and stained glass windows would normally make it dark, but thanks to the countless candles, the Chapel's lit beautifully. When he sees her, she literally takes his breath away. There she is...Being walked down the aisle by her Brother to him...The way it's meant to be. He watches in a trance like state while her and Sean approach, her Brother kissing her cheek before taking a seat in the front row. The two of them make a silent agreement; Sean's trusting him with his Sister and he's promising he won't let him down. He extends his hand towards her and she happily accepts, taking their places before the Minister.

"You're beautiful." He whispers into her ear.

If it's even possible, her smile grows larger. "You don't look so bad yourself." She signs, making reference to his black suit. They've a moment before the Priest begins the Wedding:

"We're gathered here on this beautiful day to witness the joining of these two People in holy matrimony. It's a mystery, how we fall in love, who we fall in love with, why we fall in love; But we do. I understand the Bride and Groom have prepared their own vows, which they'd like to share with each other now."

"Can I go first?" She asks suddenly. The Minister agrees and Madeline passes her the important piece of paper. She takes a deep breath before starting:

"Michael, when I was a little Girl, and like most little Girls I guess, I'd dream of a handsome Prince that'd swoop down from the sky and take me away to happily ever after; And this never ended up happening. After Claire died, I taught myself to embrace never; And then one night I went to the Black Sand Pub and I met you…" She pauses, smirking at him, "…And you were certainly no Prince." He laughs, remembering the night they met like it was yesterday…It was the night that'd changed his life forever, "You're my Partner In Crime, my Soulmate, and my Best Friend." She manages to choke out, her eyes welling up, "If I've learned anything from our relationship...It's to expect the unexpected; Because there's been a lot of it. The road hasn't been smooth and the path hasn't been simple, but we've made it, and that's what true love's all about. It isn't this fairytale which never knows pain, but its two People facing life and diminishing its hardships…Together."

She finishes and glimpses up, seeing him gazing at her with total devotion. It's nerve-wracking…Pouring your heart and soul out to the Man you love…Especially if you aren't a Couple who normally does PDA. He's up next and is caught completely off-guard, almost forgetting Sam has his vows. It isn't the "Saying Them To Her." part that's freaking him out…It's the "Saying Them In Front Of Other People." part. He sat out on the balcony until one o'clock in the morning, trying to find the right words that'd sum up the way he feels about her…But the truth is…Nothing will express how much she means to him…But he's done his best to do so:

"Fi…" He starts nervously, his voice shaking slightly. He clears his throat, glancing down to jog his memory of where to begin, "…Before I met you, my World revolved around one thing…Me. I used to be the Master of never opening up, and I liked this way on my own. But then you came into my life, and I found myself in a love I never knew was possible. You didn't let the walls or the façade stop you, you saw through the walls and the façade, and in the process…You saw me. You've taught me to trust, how to let someone in, and what it truly means to fall in love." Her jaw drops slightly, but he continues, "You've brought me more happiness than you'll ever know, you've stood by me through good times and bad, but most of all…You've loved me unconditionally; Even if I haven't always been worthy of it." He pauses, the tears in her eyes falling freely, "I was a Coward before I met you, before I allowed myself to be loved by you; But you make me a stronger Person, you make me proud of who I'm, and I promise to spend the rest of my life thanking you for everything you've given me."

There isn't a dry eye in the Church, but the opinion he's waiting for the most is right in front of him. She always believed he felt this way...But hearing it out loud, in front of their World no less, proves it without a shadow of doubt. She forgets where they are, leaning in to kiss him. Chuckles can be heard from the small group of guests…But neither of them cares. She gives the Priest a shrug and an apology, letting the older Man proceed.

"Michael…" The Minister opens, immediately getting their undivided attention, "…Do you take Fiona to be your Wife…To have and to hold from this day forward? For better or worse…In sickness and health…To love and cherish…For as long as you both shall live?"

He looks at her genuinely and says without hesitation. "I do." Six sighs of relief are breathed at the sound of the simple...Yet poignant…Words…No ones more important than the Bride's.

"Fiona…" The Priest continues, moving the Ceremony along, "…Do you take Michael to be your Husband…To have and to hold from this day forward? For better or worse…In sickness and health…To love and cherish…For as long as you both shall live?"

"I do." She grins, squeezing his hand excitedly.

He smiles at her, wondering how it's even possible for anyone to love him like she does. For a long time, he didn't believe he deserved the wonderful Woman standing in front of him, didn't think he was good enough for somebody like her…Someone who easily saw redeeming qualities in him…Somebody he hurt time and time again. His minute of reflection's interrupted by the Minister announcing it's time to exchange the rings. They separate from each other and focus on Pearce and Jesse to retrieve the bands and for her to hand her bouquet to Maddie. Now holding their rings, they turn back excitedly, slipping the bands on their fingers…All the while repeating the Priest's words:

"With this ring I thee wed, I offer you my hand and my heart, knowing they'll be safe with you. All I'm I give to you…And all I've I share with you."

They take the time to admire their bands, suddenly realizing it feels totally different from playing "Mr. and Mrs. Jensen."…But in a good way…And there's only one thing left to say.

"By the exchanging of these rings, you've pledged your promises and have professed your everlasting love. By the power invested in me by God and the state of Florida…I now pronounce you "Husband and Wife"…" The Minister proclaims, focusing on the Groom, "…Michael…You may kiss your Bride."

He doesn't wait long to do so…In fact…He doesn't even wait for the Priest to finish his sentence. He pulls her into a passionate kiss, the small group applauding and whistling at the sight. They eventually pull apart, their faces close and their foreheads touching. "I love you."

"I love you too." She whispers before they break away, walking down the aisle hand in hand. They reach the back section of the Chapel, where they're out of sight from Guests, "I can't believe we did it." She exclaims, wrapping her arms around his neck, "We're actually married…You're my Husband and I'm your Wife."

"I believe that's how it works." He smirks, kissing her once more.

She picks the Forge for the Reception and he makes sure they get a private dining area…It's next to a small garden and the rail of the balcony has lights all over it…Setting the mood perfectly. They toast with Champagne, she tosses her bouquet to Dani, and they enjoy a nice Dinner which finishes with Crème-Brule instead of Wedding cake. They order another round of drinks and he asks if he should be throwing her garter to Jess.

"That's if you're wearing one…What're you wearing anyway?" He remarks, staring his Wife up and down. Even though he appreciates the concept of lingerie and has never complained about it, he doesn't need the Teddies or Corsets to be in the mood…Not when it concerns her.

"No spoilers, Michael." Madeline quips, wagging a finger at him.

"Uh…Ma…I'm still scarred over finding out about you and Virgil, thank you very much." He quips back, attempting to shake the image from his head.

"So…How does it feel?" Sam questions, finishing his conversation with her Brother, "I mean… If you change your minds and want a redo with a couple of hundred Guests…We can still do it."

"No…This's been perfect." She sighs with a shake of her head, sitting in her Husband's lap with her legs swinging off the side and her arms wrapped around his neck. She looks over to him and lays her head against his, resting one hand against his cheek and leaning in close so only he can hear, "And I'm not wearing anything underneath this…Just thought I'd tell you." She quips.

"Good to know." He quips back, pulling her in for a kiss.

"Well…" Pearce chimes in, interrupting the Couple's moment, "…All I know is that's the best Ceremony I've ever been to or have ever been involved in…And this's by far the best Reception…Not having to give a speech's a Hell a lot nicer than having to give one."

"I agree." Jesse declares. They all raise their glasses, "To the new Mr. and Mrs. Westen…And to not having to give speeches." They all toast, emptying their glasses. Then, the younger Best Man studies the Newlyweds across the table…Most specifically…His Buddy, "This's been a great night…" He smirks, "…But I can tell someone is getting impatient to consummate the marriage."

He shyly turns away, causing the Group to break into laughing and pointing…Even the Bride herself takes a little pleasure in seeing this side of her Husband. "Mr. Finley." joins in after his Best Friend makes a face at them for overreacting. "Be gentle with him tonight, Fi." Sam chuckles, "I think this's the first time I've ever seen Mikey blush…Which means Jess's gonna be bragging about this for years to come…But I digress. Not only are we not gonna keep you any longer, but…We got you a little something too."

"Consider it your gift…You know…Since you said you didn't want one." Maddie adds in.

Sam attempts to calm his Mother down while Jesse fishes a key out of his coat pocket. "Happy Honeymooning." He says, holding up the metal object before tossing it to the Groom.

"The gesture's nice, Guys, but… "He frowns.

Jess cuts him off. "The loft will be waiting for you when you get back…We made the arrangements while you were talking to Sean outside. You've a Wedding night to get to…And it's in room 628 of the Fontainebleau."

He continues where he left off, admired…And touched…This's all done for them. "…The Fontainebleau it is."

The Group gets up from their seats and walk out of the restaurant to say their goodbyes…Him talking to Madeline and her talking to her Brother, who is already leaving to go back to Ireland. They all share a round of hugs before the two of them get into the Charger...Only without a "Just Married." sign. When they drive off, everybody heads back inside…Celebrating well into the night.

She opens the door to their suite and gasps in surprise. There're candles everywhere lighting up the hotel room…More specifically, tea lights, which they won't have to worry about blowing out later. The suite itself…From the carpeted floor to the soft cotton sheets…Is covered in White Rose petals with vases of matching bouquets sitting on the end tables. On the stool in front of the bed lays a huge bowl of berries and whipped cream.

"Whoever arranged this certainly expects us to get creative tonight." She quips.

"If you think this's creative, just wait until our Honeymoon…By the way…How does "Paris In Springtime." sound?" He quips back.

She playfully nudges him. "You spoil me, Michael James Westen…That'd explain why your Mother insisted I pack so much." She grins, heading further inside the hotel room. She recognizes the suite right off the bat, she's been here once before; It was with him during his association with Gilroy and next to saving her from O'Neil, she thought it was the most romantic thing he had ever done or would ever do for her…How wrong she'd end up being.

"I didn't even consider booking us a hotel room." He admits, "I thought since we had a simple Ceremony and a simple Dinner, we'd end the night at the loft…I'm glad our Friends had a better idea…You should have something exquisite on the day you get married."

She turns around. "I've everything I've ever wanted for my Wedding…And that's to be your Wife and for you to be my Husband. I was wrong last year…There is a happy ending." He smiles warmly and walks up to her, putting his arms around her waist from behind. They stay like this in silence for a few minutes, watching the city's skyline through the windows. After everything they've been through and all the drama in their life, the Ceremony they've had feels perfect to them; Private and Intimate and focusing on what really matters…A marriage. Realizing something, she turns her head to look him, "We forgot our first dance."

"What?" He asks, kissing her neck.

"I mean…" She frowns, "…It isn't a big deal and I don't want you to feel like you have to…"

Before she can finish, he leaves her side and goes to the stereo…Turning it on and fiddling around to find a soft tune…Something he knows she'll love. What he finds isn't Barbara Streisand or Johnny Mathis, but it still says what he couldn't…Until now:

This's my love song to you…Let every Woman know I'm yours.
So you can fall asleep each night, Babe…And know I'm dreaming of you more.
You're always hoping we make it…You always wanna keep my gaze.
Well, you're the only one I see, Love…And that's the one thing won't change.

I'll never stop trying…I'll never stop watching you leave.
I'll never stop losing my breath…Every time I see you looking back at me.
I'll never stop holding your hand…I'll never stop opening your door.
I'll never stop choosing you, Babe…I'll never get used to you.

"Would you like to dance?" He questions, walking back to her and holding out his hand, the Irish brogue coming back to him for only a minute.

"…Yes I would…But don't worry…I don't have a snub-nosed revolver on me this time." She answers, chuckling at how corny they both sound. She wraps her arms around his neck and he put his around her waist:

And with this love song to you…It isn't a momentary phase.
You're my life, I don't deserve you…But you love me just the same.
And the mirror says we're older…I won't look the other way.
You're my life, my love, my only…And that's the one thing won't change.

Even though he won't admit it out loud, this's his favorite way to dance with her…It's much more personal than anything they've done in Belfast, Miami, or even Venezuela…There's no pretense or formality...It's just them…Body to body and nothing else:

You still get my heart racing.
You still get my heart racing for you.
You still get my heart racing.
You still get my heart racing for you.

"What're you thinking about?" He inquires, breaking the silence between them.

"You…" She replies simply, "…And how lucky I'm we stuck it out. I was scared for a while, but…Not anymore."

"Do I complete you?" He sighs.

"We complete each other." She laughs, starting to reply, "Because like a wise Man once said…You don't marry someone…"

He finishes her sentence, surprised she'd even wanna remember what he said after his ex-Fiancée showed up. "When you love somebody else."

"…Exactly." She giggles, leaning up to kiss him. She's gonna take advantage of these cliché exchanges while they last…Certainly the fact it's their Wedding day gives them a free pass to live outside the box and enjoy some sickening romantic banter:

They continue to dance, even after the radio changes to the next song. All they wanna do is be with each other for the rest of their life, taking on whatever gets thrown their way. There's been too much time spent apart, too much longing, and far too much heartache. Is it always Sunshine and Rainbows…No…Is it always Dysfunction and Recklessness…No…Is it both…Yes...But that's them; An equal combination of Hurting and Healing…Fighting and Pining…Breaking up and Getting back together. It's a crazy, epic love, with more ups and down in fifteen years than most Couples have in a lifetime…And they wouldn't have it any other way.

The End...Maybe.