A/N: This is one of those short chapters, another flashback. Like most of the flashbacks before this, it's before the burn notice, in fact, back when Fi and Michael were together and she didn't know yet that he was an American spy.
Fi woke suddenly when she heard a strange groan from the body beside her and turned over to give Michael a worried look. He was still asleep but a pained look was etched into his features and he shifted uncomfortably beside her. Disturbed by this, Fiona placed a hand gently on Michael's face and whispered his name. When his brows only furrowed deeper, Fi bit her lip before saying with a bit more force:
"Michael."
With a start, Michael's eyes flew open, a hand whipping out to strike. Fi caught his hand just barely before it smacked her, shushing him quickly.
"Sh, sh, sh, it's just me."
Michael closed his eyes with a sigh, letting his arm go limp in Fi's grasp. She frowned.
"You okay?"
He opened his eyes again to look at her and then sat up, drawing away from her. "Yeah. Just a nightmare."
Fiona sat up as well, eyes following him as he turned his back to her, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and rubbing at his eyes.
"Wanna talk about it?"
Without turning to her, he shook his head. "No," he replied simply. Fi slumped, disappointed but not surprised. Michael McBride never opened up to her, however obvious she made it that she wished he would.
With a deep breath, Michael stood up and ran a hand through his hair. "I'm gunna hop in the shower," he told Fi as he started to walk towards the bathroom. Fi grinned.
"Shall I join you?"
Finally Michael stopped to look at her. He didn't seem amused. "No, Fi."
Fi sighed. He was way too serious sometimes. He started to walk away again but, to Fiona's surprise, paused and glanced at her again.
"Don't leave, though," he said quietly. Fi blinked, shocked by the seriousness in his tone and nodded gently.
"I won't," she replied softly.
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