As the bullet speeds towards me I know this is the end of my life. It's strange how long it seems a bullet can take to travel ten feet when you're on the receiving end. When I thought about how I would die I always figured it would be like this and yet not like this. I always imagined that I would be fighting five guys off with three at my feet already and a bomb about to go off, dramatic I know. But here, with one person standing across from me and a bomb nowhere in sight I think I'd rather not die like this.

My life isn't flashing before my eyes, at least not in the typical movie way where it's all your proudest moments on display. Instead I'm cursed with my last thoughts to be about my regrets, every move I have made that I regret, every action or word spoken that hurt someone I cared about. Strangely and not so surprisingly most of them involve Fiona. I could never get it right when it came to her; every action I took was a step backwards mostly because I was blinded by my own ambitions to realize that I had everything I needed in front of me.

I feel the bullet hit me about three centimeters above the spot where my heart is, I feel the ribs crack and break as the bullet enters my body. I'm sent backwards by the force of it, stumbling backwards into the wall. My head cracks against it and I know that if I live to see tomorrow I'm going to have one hell of a headache. I slump to the ground the gun clattering against the concrete floor and the blood already dripping onto the floor.

As I lie there I wonder if Miami Dade police will investigate my death but considering I have no past they probably won't. The realization that my death will go unsolved in the records nearly gives me the strength to get up except this isn't a movie and I'm only human. I hear more gun fire and I wait for the bullets to hit me and for my existence to finally fade away but instead I hear the clatter of guns hitting the concrete and someone running towards me. "Michael!" Fi's voice calls out and I know that she is right next to me because I feel her hand holding mine and I feel her frantic breath on my face as she tries to help me breath but it seems like she is a million miles away.

I'm slipping away faster than I can catch myself. The blackness is so inviting, so comfy that it seems like a waste not to slip into and let the pain drift away. I let go of myself and let it suck me backwards and the last things I hear as I slip away are her cries for me to stay with her. I wish I could tell her I'm always with her, even when we fight; my thoughts are always about her.

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I hear the single gun shot and know instantly that it isn't Michael's Sig and that he must be in trouble. I look at Sam who seems to have realized the same thing as me because he is grabbing his gun and opening the car door. I follow him and within five seconds he is kicking the door down. We both start firing at the same time and the man who was holding the gun collapses to the ground. Sam goes in and checks the perimeter and I scan the area looking for Michael.

My heart stopped when I saw Michael's body on the ground, the blood already seeping from a wound three or so centimeters above where his heart was "Michael!" I called out and before I could stop my self I was running over to him.

Our eyes met and I could see him slipping away from me faster than I was breathing, I bent over him and tried to give him CPR but I saw no use. I was kidding myself, a shot that close, No. He's not going to die I told my self and I whispered over and over again "Don't leave me Michael. I need you. Don't Leave me." I repeated but he slipped away from me.

Sam came rushing over and with an uncharacteristically swift movement he had his shirt off and was already dealing with Michael's wound. I sat there watching as Sam did his best to stop Michael's wound and as I did I realized that this side of Sam never appeared in front of Michael and me. This side of him was the Navy Seal side, the side that he had left behind years ago. It was fascinating to watch and as I did it took me away from the almost certain fact that Michael was dead. "I've got a pulse." He said in utter amazement

My spirits lifted at those three words and I seemed to float back to reality as sirens were blaring faintly in the distance. I looked at Sam and on the unspoken count we lifted Michael and carried him out to the car and set him in the back seat of the Charger. As I sat down in the passenger seat I was surprised when Sam grabbed my hand "He's going to be okay Fi. I'm going to take him to my doctor friend and see what he can do, off the books."

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There was a hint of cigarette smoke in the air and a there was something else that I managed to figure out that it was the perfume I had bought Fi last month. Either heaven was a very cruel place or I was still alive. I opened my eyes and saw that I was in my old room, I could tell by the paint on the walls and the way the blanket still smelt like the time I tried to get ride of it by setting it on fire.

I turned my head and saw Fiona sitting in a chair from the dining room sitting next to me fast asleep. I tried to sit up but my torso was on fire and even that small movement killed my. I groaned and closed my eyes waiting for the waves of nausea and pain to leave. I turned my head again slowly and saw Fiona still fast asleep seeing this I began to wonder what day it was and how exhausted she must be.

Suddenly her eyes shot open and she grabbed the gun that was sitting in her lap before realizing that I was awake. Relief consumed her body and she smiled "Michael." She sighed

I smiled slowly and let the relief that I was alive wash over me "How-" I started but a wave of pain coursed through me and I closed my eyes hoped it would pass quickly. I hated when people saw that I was in pain especially Fiona it made me feel so helpless. "did I-" Io sputtered out before succumbing to the pain in my midsection.

"Sam was brilliant." She said and I was shocked that she was outright commending Sam for anything "So was his doctor friend said that you would feel like shit for a while." She gulped turning away and I could see how much this whole incident hurt her "You almost died." She said quickly before turning away so I wouldn't see how much this statement affected her.

I reached out and grabbed her hand softly "I didn't Fi." Trying to reassure her that I was still alive but hardly believing it myself "I didn't" I said repeating over and over again holding her hand tighter ever time I repeated it.

She stood up and lay down next to me letting her fingers intertwine with mine "Don't ever go in alone again." She said fighting back tears.

The fact that Michael had almost died nearly brought tears to my eyes but I was determined to just be happy that he was alive. As we lay in bed our fingers intertwined I lay my head on his good shoulder "Don't ever go in alone again." I whispered

In a way I blamed myself for those whole incident, I was angry at him and there fore I told him he could do this alone. Of course Sam had dragged me along with him and…….

I almost broke down right there but I knew that Michael would just tell me it wasn't my fault and---Michael raised his good hand to my face and wiped the stray tear away from my face "It's not your fault." He whispered as if he could read my mind

I shook my head "I should have been there."

"Then they would have shot you instead and then I would be without you." He said as he somehow managed to wipe the tears that were rolling down my face and brush my hair out of the way at the same time. We fell asleep like that and I never wanted to wake up.

So there you go everyone. I'm not sure how happy I am with the ending but w/e it is over and I like it. Comment and Review please