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She wiped the tears from his eyes. "I love you, Michael." Michael suddenly felt her body go limp. Her hand no longer clung onto his as he held it to his cheek. As if in a dramatic motion picture, Michael let go of her hand, watching it slowly drop to the pavement.

"Fi?" Michael shook her repeatedly, becoming more distressed with each repetition of her name. "Fi! FI! FIONA!"

FIONA!

Michael gasped as he bolted upright out of bed. He was breathing heavily as if he had just ran five miles. He hadn't quite realized what happened, then noticed he was drenched in a cold sweat. He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. Then it all came back to him. A sniper. Blood. Death. Fi…

He sighed in relief. Thank god it was only a dream. He moved his hand over his face as he closed his eyes, trying to release the tension in his furrowed brow.

"Morning, Michael."

He knew that voice anywhere. He raised part of his hand off his face to allow his eyes to look at the lean figure standing at the kitchen counter, eating a yogurt. He looked at her as she was a ghost. With a quizzical and skeptical look on his face, he replied with a chaste, "Morning."

"Seems like you had a fitful sleep. You kept tossing and turning every other minute."

"Yeah. Bad dream," Michael said as he slowly tossed the covers and rose from the bed.

"What about?" Fiona asked curiously, intrigued that the cool, calm, and collected Michael could be shaken so easily from a dream.

"I lost something important to me," Michael said, being as vague as possible while also satisfying Fi's curiosity. He had walked across the room, and now, he stood in front of her.

"Like what?" Fi scooped the last of the blueberry yogurt, and then left the container and the spoon on the counter. Fi looked up and turned toward Michael. She innocently as she waited for his answer.

Michael sighed, never taking his eyes off of her. He knew this was going to be a turning point. Life altering even. "I rather show you, Fi."

"Show me? Mich—" She was cut off by Michael's unsuspecting kiss. Michael deepened it and continued as Fi became pliant in his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling her body closer to his, hoping that Michael would finally come to terms with his feelings. Michael withdrew slowly as he caressed her hair, her face.

When Fi opened her eyes, she was shocked to see Michael's eyes filled with tears. Several tears started to trail down his cheeks.

"Michael," Fi inquired softly, unsure of why he was crying.

"I…I lost you, Fi. I lost you." A pained expression formed on his face. "And I wasn't able to save you."

She reached up and wrapped her arms around Michael's waist and hugged his close, wanting to protect him from his emotional turmoil.

"It's okay, Michael. You'll never lose me. Even if you tried." Fi turned her head and kissed his cheek, and resumed her hold on him. "I love you, Michael. I always will," she whispered softly in his ear.

Slowly, Michael's arms came around her and enfolded her in an embrace. He tried to get a hold of himself, but ultimately failed. Wrapped in Fi's arms, he cried in the crook of her neck and whispered, "I love you, too, Fi. Always."

Do you really think I killed Fi? lol. Nah. I don't believe I ever will. This story was bugging me all night as I read another Fanfiction story. It worked, and I really wanted to do it :) I hope it turned out well :)

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