I know I haven't been writing and posting, but in my defense, college apps are killing me! I just started winter break and I was flipping through my icons on photobucket and found this one. I loved it and decided I had to write for it. It's not really overtly used, but I think it fits. So this is a post-Long Way Back one-shot. I know everyone has been writing them, so now I'm trying my hand at it. I also tried to account of the discrepancy that someone (I can't remember who, probably on the USA forum somewhere) pointed out that Sean seemed to be doing better than Fi.
I want to be like those girls in the movies, to have a man so in love it makes him drop to his knees.
After finding Diego dead, Michael drove around the city for a couple of hours gathering the supplies he and Sam would later need to reinforce his mom's house while Sean and Fiona recovered. Once he returned to the house, the two of them spent the better part of the evening putting the finishing touches on those defenses while Madeline was at the grocery store and Sean and Fiona were alternately napping and watching TV in the living room. That night, after a long and tiring day, Sam said goodbye to Michael and Madeline and left for home.
Madeline, nearly as tired, kissed her eldest son on the cheek and asked, "Are you staying here tonight, Michael?" He nodded. "Well, try to get some rest." He nodded again before telling her goodnight and watching her slip through her bedroom door.
He crept quietly into the living room where Fiona and her brother were sleeping on the love seat and sofa, respectively. Sean's color was thankfully returning and he seemed to be getting better by the minute. Fiona was much smaller, so the slight collection of unclean water in her lungs was really taking it out of her, even before factoring in the bullet wound to the upper arm that could have easily killed her had it been a couple of inches off.
She looked so tiny, curled up on the love seat and swaddled in a soft blanket, that Michael was enamored just looking at her. He loved her too much; he couldn't keep away from her any longer. Slowly, he fell to his knees beside her makeshift bed and softly stroked her cheek and her hair. Then he lightly traced the curve of her lips with the tip of his finger. She murmured in her sleep and her lips twitched slightly under his touch, giving the impression that she was kissing his finger. Then, Michael pulled both hands together and knelt straighter and did something he hadn't really done in a long time: he prayed.
He prayed for her health, for Sean's health, for their safety, for everything between them to turn out alright. Then he sent up a huge 'thank you' to the Big Man for allowing him to bring her back. Gently unlacing his fingers, Michael kissed Fiona's forehead and rose from his knees, finding getting up to be harder than getting down had been. With his Sig Sauer in his lap and Fi's shotgun within easy reach, he sat down in the chair next to the love seat to keep guard. Nothing and no one would ever take her away from him again if he had any say in the matter. She meant too much.
I would really love a review if you feel so inclined and maybe a comment on something I'm thinking of writing. I may just write it and decide if I want to post it later. We never see any of Fiona's girlfriends, so I was going to write about her best friend coming from Ireland after Sean gets back and tells everyone what happens. Maybe she knows Michael and forces them to confront some things, or whatever. Any thoughts?