"Sometimes you have to be your own white night"
Fi had been on her own for a long time before coming to Miami and during that time she had been in plenty of scrapes and gotten herself out. She had done it so many times that it was engrained into her very being. Now, as she sat in a chair with a gun pointed at her heart. Here she was desperately trying to buy time so her make shift bomb could, ironically, save her life.
Maybe this time being your own white knight wasn't the answer and for the second time in a year she was scared. Of course she didn't let it show, she never let anything more than casual emotions show, nor did she let the pain radiating from her shoulder change her way of thinking. She was going to escape and she was going to send this slimy bastard to jail and his idiot brother. Maybe.
"One last drink for the road?" she asked pitifully and as Jacob bent over to get the bottle of Vodka she glanced up at the light bulb hoping that it would explode sooner rather than later.
After he untwisted the bottle and took a swig he put it to her lips and allowed some of the warm and disgusting tasting drink to slide down her throat. She took a breath and cursed inwardly at how long this was taking, hoping she could keep Jacob stalled long enough.
It's not often Fi's staring the wrong end of a gun and its even less frequent that she's pleading with a jackass so she can have an open casket wedding. Jacob complied with her 'last request' and she closed her knowing that within a few seconds she would either be dead or ducking from flying, burning, shrapnel.
Lucky for her it turned out to be the latter and she dove on top of Jacob releasing all of the anger and fear into the punches she let loose on to Jacob. She was just about to try and stall the other kidnapper when Sam came charging in sending him flying into the wall. She let out a sigh of relief and smiled when same said "Honey I'm home."
"Good, you can help take out the trash."
Later That Night:
The sheets rustled as Fiona rolled over, somewhere between conscious thought and the black abyss, and as she did so her hand touched Michaels. Instinctively he grabbed it and in the same motion pulled her closer to him "Michael?" she asked quietly into the darkness.
"Mmm Fi?" he asked sleepily
"Nothing." She said and rolled back over, allowing her body to curve with his, comforting her and telling her that he was there and always would be.
"Mm-kay" he said and let himself drift back asleep
Once his breathing was deep and regular she let it send her backwards into the abyss but her last thoughts revolved around the events of that day: Maybe you don't always have to be your own white knight, but it certainly helps.
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