I Used To Be A Spy

by Positivelythatredheadgirl

Michael Westen used to be a spy until, well you know that part of the story. Here’s the part where Michael is a father of sorts, a husband to Fiona, and reuinted with Sam and Jesse, up to their old rescue missions.

1. One

"My name is Michael Westen, I used to be a spy."

"What's a spy, Uncle?"

Michael contemplated the extent he could explain all of this to his 8 year old nephew. Fiona said it was time he fill in gaps for Charlie, now that his young mind was asking questions.

Holding in his sigh, he hugged his nephew close. "Mac{son}, let's talk about the spy business later, but remember," he raised his finger to his lips, winking, and continued, "it's our secret."

Charlie smiled, wiggling with excitement.

"Dadaí, cathain a bheidh m' uncaailí anseo?"

Michael chuckled, "Remember, speak Béarla{English} when your Uncles Sam and Jesse arrive."

His nephew's Irish Gaelic was far more advanced than his own, matching Fi's.

A tear threatened to emerge on the rim of his eyes, thinking on the five years that passed since he'd seen his best friends, his teaghlach{family}."

"Come, Cathal-I mean, Charlie, let's go ride." Michael hoped the ride through the meadow would clear his head and his jitters.

Charlie popped up off the sofa and raced out to the horse barn, eager to saddle up their Irish Cob.

Michael resisted the urge to smile, allowing it to relax his face.