Fiona sat in Madeline's guest room, where she had been staying since Jesse blew up her house. She sat on the bed with her back against the wall. Fiona pulled her knees in to her chest and crossed her arms around her legs. As if sitting like that would keep her emotionless. Like nothing could escape if she hugged herself tight enough.
The job with Sam and Jesse was easy and fast. It took her mind off of things but now there were no distractions. She was fully aware of what was going on.
When those agents, or whoever they were took Michael away at least he'd kissed her goodbye. Now she refused to even look at him. Not because she hated him, not because she was mad, but because it hurt too much to watch him leave.
Fiona kept thinking about when Michael left to distract Vaughn, so she could escape. She didn't even say goodbye. But she followed him, and she would do it again. She just has to find him first. But it was too late. Fiona couldn't find Michael. It would just blow his cover and get him killed.
Goodbyes are overrated anyway. Fiona told her self.
Fiona kept telling herself soon he would come back and things would be normal. But they wouldn't. If he came back, he would just leave again, for some other country. He'd get his old job back. The same job that led him to her. The same job that took him from her. And, the same job that would take him again. The damn job was his life. Which meant, that it was hers too.
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It's hard to become someone else. You play the role. It's a lot like acting. Well, it is acting, only the type where you can't go home and be you're self. You don't pretend to be someone. You are that someone. It gets harder to do if you have a life worth missing. That's why normal people aren't spies. People get home sick. Spies don't have homes, or families. They have motels, and assets.
Michael found a little apartment building that accepted cash; it was necessary because neither Mikhail, nor Michael had bank accounts. Michael approached the apartment own as a Russian when he rented the apartment.
Entering his new home Michael lugged in his single suitcase. He closed the door and looked around the four-roomed apartment. There was a very small kitchen, a bedroom, an airplane-style bathroom, and a small living room, just as wide as the couch in it.
Michael sat on the edge of the bed and put his head in his hands. What was he doing here? Michael considered backing out, but he couldn't do it. He needed to do this for his friend. Jesse needed his job back, it was Michaels fault he was fired anyway.
The thought of getting his burn notice reviewed was nothing to Michael. It had happened before. Although Michael probably would of gotten his job back when he worked with Strickler, he chose Fiona over the job.
Why couldn't he do the same thing now? Michael knew he didn't want to speak Russian for months and work a boring job, living as someone he's not. Yet the idea of getting his job back was so appealing that he couldn't walk away from a chance. So, a burn notice review wasn't nothing to Michael. It was everything.
At least that's what he told himself was true. It's what he wanted to be true. But he knew that inside the girl he left behind was everything to him. And, she would never forgive him for leaving again, so this job, the one that ruined, and made their lives, was everything to him.
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This was a short chapter but that's two updates in a row, so I think you guys will live!
Hope you liked it. I'll try to update soon!