A/N: Well, I guess I am continuing this story? I haven't been able to see the reviews because something weird is going on with the site. But anyway, thank you for those who have reviewed :) This is the longest chapter I've written for a fan fic lol Ironic that it would happen to my favorite show, huh? xD This chapter is a little AU, but it should be very cute and very nostalgic :3 And maybe a tear or two? Anyway, enjoy!

Fiona roamed around her house, packing, cleaning, and most of all remembering. Everywhere she went, she saw something that reminded her of Michael: a picture from their heydays in Ireland, a gun he'd bought for her birthday, a sweetly drawn picture of her and Michael together by the little boy they had helped a while back.

She stopped in front of a small box that lay on top of all the other boxes that she'd already packed. She slowly lifted it and fingered the lid gently with her fingers. Fiona wiped away the little cover of dust, and proceeded to open it.

She hadn't opened it in years. The last time she had, it had been 10 years ago when she was still in Ireland. This little memento caused her more sadness when she had seen it last. But even now, it caused her heart to ache a little.

Inside the small box were a delicate silver locket and an old letter. Fiona held the locket in her hand, and marveled at the simplicity of it. It wasn't fancy, or overly ornate in detail, but it was precious in its own unique way. Fiona opened it carefully, revealing an inscription and a picture in the interior walls of the locket. Fiona smiled sadly at the picture. The picture was at least 10 years old, taken back in Ireland. It was her and Michael, kissing on a terrace before a beautiful sunset. They were happy and free back then. No worries, no complications. But just as quickly as their romance bloomed, it fell apart.

Fiona didn't know how long she stared at the picture, reminiscing about the days when her life was perfect. How did all this just fall apart? she thought sadly. She knew what happened. Michael's cover was blown and he disappeared. And for her safety, he didn't say goodbye or leave a note, but hoping she'd understand nonetheless. But knowing that didn't make it hurt any less.

Without realizing it, Fiona had started to tear up. Only when a tear trickled out of the corner of her eye, did she realize she was crying. Wiping away her tears, Fiona read the inscription:

Forever in my heart, my love. Always. ~ M.W.

Goddamn you, Michael! She had hoped that Michael would come back for her. But he never did. Although she put up a façade for her friends and family, she was breaking on the inside. She loved Michael, and he left her without even a goodbye. Until Michael got burned, she never thought she'd see him again.

She was bitter, she was angry, and she was hurt. But eventually all that went away as she fell in love with Michael Westen all over again. She didn't know how it happened. It just did. As hard as she tried, she couldn't fight it. The only problem was Michael didn't feel the same way; at least not enough to understand that he was hurting her all over again. If he got his job back, he'd leave her like he had in Ireland. And she wouldn't be able to handle it a second time.

On a whim, she placed the locket around her neck, remembering the first time it was given to her. Michael had placed it around her neck for her, gently kissing the nape of her neck as he finished. He had whispered the exact words within the locket, "Forever in my heart, Fi. Always." She had turned around in his arms to face him, gazing into his dark blue eyes that expressed his undying love for her.

Fiona sadly picked up the old letter from the box. She had found it long after Michael disappeared. It appeared one day when she'd been rummaging through her room, intending to leave Ireland for reasons she couldn't tell her family of. She had found it after she'd dropped several books on the floor. The only indication as to who the letter was to was her name written on the front in a familiar male writing of her name. Reading it, her heart saddened. And she tossed the letter into the same box that she had kept the locket in.

It had read:

Dear Fiona,

If you are reading this, then I'm already gone. I'm writing this with a heavy heart as you sleep peacefully in the other room. I'm hoping you'll never find this letter, but I surmise that it's too late now. If I am still in your life when you find this, you can throw this letter away and forget it ever crossed your path. But I believe that won't be the case.

Writing this letter isn't easy, for it means that I won't be by your side comforting you, holding you, and most importantly loving you with all my heart. I know I'm a man of few words, but do know that I loved you. You are and always will be in my heart, even if I never have the chance to see you again. You are like no woman I've ever met. You are the only one for me. But fate has torn us apart. I can't begin to understand why it would do such a cruel deed, because you are all I ever wanted.

With the admission that I've just made, I know you must be hurting. And I'm sorry. It wasn't my intention to hurt you or leave you. You know me better than anyone, and you need to understand why I had to leave. Whatever the circumstances that led to my departure, I want you to know that I did it for you. Because I love you. I wanted no harm to ever come to you. Because if it ever did, I wouldn't be able to live with myself. I know you're as tough as nails, but nonetheless, I was afraid that I'd lose you, if not forever. I rather sacrifice my life to keep you safe from any danger.

Please understand it was not my intention to leave without a goodbye. It is much of the reason as to why I'm writing this letter in the dead of night without you knowing. I didn't want to leave you without an explanation. I didn't want you to question my love for you. It was real. I never felt as complete or as happy until I was with you. You'll always have my heart, wherever I am.

I know I've hurt you. I know you're angry. But please, forgive me. Please, don't try to find me. It's for the best, even though my heart says it's not.

When I finish this letter, I'll lay in bed beside you, holding on to you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. I'll watch you sleep, memorizing every inch of your beautiful form. Until that day comes, when I have to leave, I'll be cherishing every moment that I have with you. Remember I love you, Fi. You'll always be in my thoughts and in my heart… I'm so sorry. Please forgive me.

Love,

Michael

Fiona silently let the tears run down her cheeks as she reread the letter again and again until a knock came to her door.

Wiping her eyes she went to the door and composed herself, hoping that she didn't look as sad as she appeared. Upon opening the door, she saw the person of her current despair.

"Michael?"

"Fi," Michael whispered. Did she detect a trace of sadness in his voice? His eyes looked defeated as his gaze traveled from her green gaze, down to the ground.

"What do you want, Michael?" Fi asked, more from frustration and hurt than anything else.

"I, uh…may I come in?" Michael asked, unsure of where he stood with Fiona.

Annoyed, yet somewhat curious, Fi motioned exaggeratedly for him to enter her home. Michael wandered in, and found himself in the living room packed with several cardboard boxes. Michael's eyes saddened. She was really leaving Miami.

"What is it that you want, Michael?" Fi crossed her arms across her chest, irritated that Michael had come to her home. They had all the time in the world to talk, and now it finally came to a crossroads.

"I… I wanted to talk," he said hesitantly.

"We have nothing to talk about, Michael."

"Yes, we do, Fi." His voice raised a little and more certain.

"And what is that exactly?" Fi was angry, not only at Michael, but at herself for loving him so much.

"Us," Michael said softly. His gaze then dropped to her slender neck and saw the silver locket. He remembered that locket, but he couldn't quite place it.

"There is no 'us', Michael."

"Fi—"

Fi cut him off. "Michael, we had our chance." She walked around the living room, touching things here and there to keep her hands busy. "And we failed to make it work. I'll always be there for you, Michael, but…," she trailed off.

"But what, Fi?"

Facing Michael, she lifted her gaze. Her green eyes were full of regret and despair, but there was a hint of hope in them as well. Letting out a shaky sigh, she continued, "You have different priorities, Michael. And I can't live here knowing that one day...," she said sadly as her words trailed off. "Anyway, I'm leaving for Ireland and—"

Suddenly, Michael realized where he'd seen that locket before. It was so long ago, deep in his memory. Lost in his past.

Michael looked at Fi, her back toward him as she talked softly. But he could sense that she wasn't really there. She was thinking, remembering.

Slowly and silently, Michael walked up to Fi and closed the distance between them. He stood directly behind her marveling at the chain of the locket around her neck. She kept it after all these years, Michael thought with a small smile. That has to mean something, doesn't it?

Michael raised his right hand to her neck and traced the thin silver chain, wondering if their past could be their future. Initially, she tensed at his soft touch, but he later heard a sad sigh as she relaxed her shoulders. "I remember, Fi. I remember this locket."

Fi didn't turn around. She wasn't sure she could face him yet. Softly she said, "You gave it to me in—"

"—Ireland 10 years ago. We were walking home from a night out at the local pub, hand in hand, laughing as we went along for no reason." Michael continued to trace the locket's chain, sweeping his fingers gently across it. He felt himself slipped from reality and into his memory as he continued softly, "I stopped you, telling you to close your eyes. You obliged, with a little reluctance as I recall." A small smile crept onto his face. "And I placed the locket around your neck as I whispered the exact words in the locket: 'Forever in my heart, my love—'"

"Always," she finished in a hoarse whisper. As Michael had voiced the memory they had shared so long ago, Fi had began to cry silently. It was one of many memories that she'd never forget. But it was a past they could never get back. A past that forced them apart.

"Always," repeated Michael softly against her skin. And before he could comprehend what he was saying, "And you still are." Michael gently caressed her shoulders and ran them down to her forearms, wondering if Fi still felt the same.

"Michael," Fi pleaded. "You're making this harder on yourself. Please, just—"

Michael turned her around, seeing the tears that she'd been trying to conceal. His own heart broke at Fi's tears, knowing full well that he had caused them. He lifted his hand in an attempt to wipe away the tears. "Fi, don't—"

"Just go, Michael. Please," she cried, flinging her arms in order to get away. She tried to flee, but Michael was quicker; he grabbed her wrist before she even had the chance to move far enough away.

"No." Michael was determined to get to the bottom of this. He realized now what he hadn't realized before, and he wasn't going to give her up without a fight. "I'm not leaving, Fi."

"Don't make a promise you can't keep, Michael," Fi retorted back angrily. "You may say that now. But when the time comes, when your burn notice is lifted, you'll be running as far away as you can from Miami." Fi tugged on her arm, but to no avail.

"Fi, listen to me," Michael said as he shook her arm to get her attention. He couldn't just let her go. He was desperate. If she went home, he wouldn't know what to do. He couldn't live in Miami without Fi. His Fiona.

Letting go of her arm, he took her face in his hands. Staring into her hurt filled eyes, Michael's own eyes started to glaze over. He loved this woman. He always had. And he was so close in letting her slip through his fingers again. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Fi." She pushed at his shoulders, trying to get away. "Don't go. Don't go back to Ireland." Michael gently stroked her hair, hoping and wishing she would. In a final attempt, he hugged her close, letting a tear trickle from the corner of his eye. "Stay, Fi. Stay with me."

Fi had wanted to hear those words for so long. But she knew in her heart that Michael would one day leave. She didn't want to rehash a painful part of her past. She didn't want to face the pain a second time.

"I can't, Michael. I can't!" She fled out of his grasp and ran out the door, leaving Michael to damn fate in a cold, empty house in the middle of the Miami night.

TBC...

Well, who liked the letter and the locket? :) I know Fiona's more of a trigger happy girl, but she still is a woman at heart! lol. So, that maybe a little off character, but whatever :P lol. So the question is, will Michael chase after her? Hmm.... ;)