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"No, No, No," Sam replied. "I will not lie to Fi for you."

"Fine," Michael snapped back. "Hello Fiona," he tried to keep his voice even knowing that she could sense something being wrong if his voice sounded off.

"Michael, You would not believe the day I have had!"

"Fi, I would love to hear all about it but I am about to go in to my mom's house."

"Oh," She said sounding confused and a bit hurt. "I will be back in town in about five hours assuming I don't hit traffic."

"Ok, I will see you then," Michael replied really hopping she would let him off the phone before he slipped up.

"Good Bye," Fiona said and then hung up.

"Michael," Sophie meekly called out from the other room.

"Yeah Soph?"

"Can you look at my back?"

"I will be there in a minute," Michael replied.

'Sam can you please head over to my mom's house to fill her in on what is going on? I don't want Fi calling over there and…."

"Got it Mike, call me when you have any idea what the hell is going on" He said looking Michael in the eyes.

"Of course Sam."

"Sophie," Michael called out in as calm of a tone as he could muster.

"Michael, before you make me explain can you bandaged me up? Please?"

"Yeah, just let me get my medical supplies."

"So what have you been doing for the last 6 years?" He risked asking while he began to clean and cover the burns on her shoulders cringing realizing that they were cigarette burns.

"I am sorry I left like I did, I know I should have left more than a note, I know I should have called, I had to throw my cell phone away at the airport, I couldn't turn back once I had left."

Michael could remember that time more clearly then he wanted to; it was about three weeks after Claire's death and they found Sophie's note; Fi was devastated it was as if she had lost both of her sisters, Michael understood why Sophie chose to leave even if he never told Fiona that. Sophie had always been the smallest and the most protected in the family but she was different and Michael saw that.

"When I left Ireland I just bought a ticket to the first place a plane was landing in, I didn't really care where, it just couldn't be Ireland."

"Fiona called you so many times I had to take her phone away, twice." He replied trying to keep his focus on putting a band-aid on the last burn on her back, there were three one on each shoulder and one directly over her spinal cord.

"I wasn't sure she would even care, she hardly spoke to me after are sisters funeral. I was so afraid and Fiona would not even let me talk to her."

"Of course SHE cared!" He snapped back at her losing his cool, "She was devastated and you just left! She already blamed herself for her other sisters death and then you just leave! All your note said is that you needed space and you would call when you could and as far as I know you never called!"

Michael immediately regretted snapping at her butt he had to pick up the pieces after she had left, Fiona was wreck for months and from time to time Michael could tell she was still not over her sister leaving. Even though he understood why she had left, his Fiona no longer had any one to keep her grounded in real life, Fiona just lived in the guns and bombs world.

"I am sorry she got hurt," She paused. "But I am not sorry for my actions, I needed to leave my family and I were just too different."

"I need to put some more bandages on your forehead."

"No stitches?"

"No I think a couple of these bandages will work." He held up to band-aids that looked like they may never come off.

"After I left Ireland I moved to Oregon and started teaching, I have friends there and a life there that I have come to really enjoy. I even had a fairly successful relationship with a man that no one had to check for bombs or weapons before I was allowed to talk to him."

Michael chuckled at her last comment; remembering how any male visitor that came to see either Claire or Sophie used to get patted down to check for weapons. When either of the youngest Glennane's would complain about this tradition they would be told that it was a dangerous time in Ireland and you just couldn't be too careful; what the girls didn't know was that there older siblings were often knee deep in a lot the acts of destruction that was occurring around the country.

"Just over two weeks ago I noticed some men following me home from the Gym, It freaked me out enough that I called Shawn to see what he would say," Sophie continued with her story not able to make eye contact.

"And…?"

"He tried to get me to call Fiona, that's the first time I knew she was in the country, he wanted to help but he couldn't do much from Ireland."

"Well that seems to be some advice you should have taken."

Sophie shot him a glare, "I regret not just sucking up my pride and calling is that what you wanted to hear? It's true, I hate to admit it but I should have just called, I was worried she wouldn't want to talk to me."

"So, I think it was three days ago I was working late, when I went to walk to my car I was picked up by some men in a large van," She continued not letting Michael respond. "I only remember a few other very small details, I somehow got free in the morning, I don't know if they let me go or if I got free; they were asking about Fiona and my brothers with faded Irish accents, and they had a picture of me, Fiona and Claire.

"Michael I am afraid."

"I understand that, but nothing else will happen to you."

So In case you were wondering my time frame:

Claire died and Sophie left Ireland 6 years ago

Michael left Fi in Ireland 5 years ago

Michael has been in Miami for about 3.5 years