He kissed her.

Michael Westin kissed Fiona Glenanne like there was no tomorrow.

In that kiss he told her that it was okay.

It told her that he was alive, that he would never leave her.

He told her, in that kiss, that she didn't have to bear the weight of Claire's death anymore.

He told her it was over.

It told her he would share her pain, forever.

As the passion between them rose they both knew it wouldn't be easy.

They both knew that it would be full of fighting and almost certainly be some explosives.

The sun rose and along with it the pile of bed covers on top of Michael's bed began to stir and suddenly Fiona's head popped out from under the covers. Her eyes were red rimmed and puffy and somehow she seemed happy, some small part of her was relieved. Slowly and carefully she pulled herself off of Michael and replaced the blankets over his sleeping form before she went to the fridge and retrieved the last blueberry yoghurt.

She had managed to get most of the container before her stomach betrayed her and she rushed to his shower and emptied the contents of her stomach onto the floor. Once she started it was impossible for her to stop even thought there was nothing left. Her throat burned as she wretched over and over again as she struggled to keep her hair out of her face and stay somewhat stable on the floor. Suddenly a strong hand wrapped around her waist, supporting her, and another hand pulled her hair out of her face.

It took three full minutes for her stomach to stop trying to leap out her throat and in that time Michael hadn't left her side. Finally she took a slow, shaky breath and she collapsed into him again her body to weak to support herself anymore. Instantly Michael lifted her into his arms and walked her over to his bed where he set her down. She rolled over and closed her eyes hoping the pounding headache would suddenly disappear.

Suddenly a second weight on the bed could be felt and she opened her eyes just enough to see Michael holding a bottle of water with a straw in her direction. Carefully she reached out to grab it, using Michael as a support as she pulled herself up and took a slow sip. The cool water relieved her throat but before she could guzzle down the rest of the bottle Michael pried it from he hands.

Regretfully she sank back down into the comfort of his body and his bed allowing his aroma to relax her body and somehow she was able to fall back into the abyss of sleep.

Michael waited until he could hear Fi's breath steady out before rising from the bed and arranging the blankets around her. Quietly he walked to the fridge and seeing nothing in it but a few of Sam's beers he resided to grabbing a clean spoon and finishing Fi's yoghurt. After a few spoonfuls he set the cup down and ran his hands through his hair wincing as his bruised ribs protested the action.

"Michael" the name was halfway between a groan and a whisper but never-the-less Michael came over to the bedside immediately and looked intently at Fi's pale face "I want to blow something up."

He couldn't keep the laugh that rose in his throat down "Don't you always? You need rest." He said gently

She glared at him "If I don't blow something up…." She broke out into a fit of coughing

"Rest. I promise you can blow stuff up later." He stood up and turned to grab his keys "I have to go to the store and grab some food, I'll be back."

Fi reached out and grabbed his hand "Stay." It wasn't a command but more of a request, she wanted the single person she trusted most to stay with her. She knew that she would need him, not that she would ever tell him, but the nightmares would come and she needed him to be there.

Michael set his keys down and climbed into bed next to her, pulling her body close to his. She relaxed into his embrace and together they fell asleep. The nightmares came and went but Michael never left.

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