Hello! I cannot believe how many people have read my story. Its absolutely amazing! This is, and will be the last chapter of this story. I really hope you enjoyed reading it. In the meantime, please check out my new story called Before They Fell In Love, which is another Burn Notice fan fiction. Please check out! Now before I start, let me give a few messages to those who reviewed, followed, and favorited!
HungergamesPrim: Thank you so much for doing all of those 3 things; reviewing, following, and favoriting! Also, thank you for being my first reviewer! You really encouraged be to keep writing the story and to keep writing it well. Thank You!
Calzona1931: You were 1 of 2 people that actually followed my story! I really appreciate you doing that. It really means a lot to me that people are taking the time and effort to read my stories. Thanks!
southpawkpoet: You were my 2nd reviewer! I was very surprised that I got 2 reviews so quickly. Thank you! You were also my 4th reviewer, and thank you for reviewing again! Reviewing really reminds me to get started on the next chapter!
DKougar: Thank you for taking the time to point out one of my silly mistakes! :) That really helps me because then i can fix it in time so that know one has to see me make a fool of myself. Haha, thanks again!
bcmom: You are the only person who reviewed over 3 times! Honestly, I'm amazed! :) I barely have time to write my own stories rather than read and review others! So, thank you thank you thank you!
As this story is coming to an end, I want to say a huge thank you to everyone who read my story! Burn Notice is almost to an end too, as it will wrap up its 7th season this year. To all the Burn Notice fans out there, I'm crossing my fingers that no one dies! ;) So enough chatter from me, let the story begin!
Michael sits in a hospital chair, tears in his eyes. His brother Nate, was just taken by the doctors several minutes ago. Michael fidgets for awhile, replaying the horror story that had just been played before his eyes. Its all you fault Michael, He tells himself. If Nate dies, it will be all your fault. His watery eyes look up, and he see's his mom walk through the door. Tears are running down her cheeks onto her tear stained shirt. She gives Michael a terrible look, and then she goes to sit down in a chair across the room from him. Michael puts his head in his hands, rubbing his temples. My own mother is never going to talk to me again because of what I have done. You've ruined everything, He thinks. Michael lifts his head up to see Sam standing in the doorway. He walks over to Michael and sits in the chair beside him.
"Jesse is not answering his phone. I just tried calling him from the hospital phone for the 5th time. I'm sure he is fine though. He'll be able to handle himself." Sam says gently, looking at Michael with concern. "You okay?" Michael only tilts his head forward slightly staring straight ahead, fighting back tears. Suddenly, a doctor walks in the room. She has a small smile on her face. Michael, Madeline, and Sam all look up at her.
"Is he okay?" Michael asks first.
"He's fine." The doctor says smiling. "We managed to get the bullet out quickly, and it did not hit any major parts. However, he will have to rest for a couple months before he is fully healed. Would you like to see him?"
"Yes!" Madeline cries, standing up. Michael and Sam stand up too, but the doctor says, "Only family for now. We don't want to stress the patient out for fear that it may raise his blood pressure." Sam nods understandably and sits back down as Madeline and Michael follow the doctor to Nate's hospital room. As soon as they enter the room, Madeline rushes to Nate's side. Nate is sitting in the middle of the room in a bed. His chest is covered in stitches, and there are tubes connected to his nose. As Madeline cries holding Nate's hand, Michael stares off into space, transported into a flashback.
He remembers he had come home once, and Nate was on the couch. His chin was bruised, and there was blood coming from his nose. He had a black eye and there was a purple bruise on his chest. Michaels mom had been hovering over Nate, tears pouring down her face. She had a first-aid kit, and as she leaned over Nate she dabbed antiseptic cream over his chin. As soon as Michael had noticed the scene before him, he ran out the front door. He knew what his father had done to Nate, and he was going to make him pay for it. Michael didn't know where his dad had went, but he walked around the whole town looking for him, finally finding him in a bar. Michael had ran up to his dad and slapped him hard across the face, a determined look in his eyes. His father was to drunk to even process what had happened to him before Michael slapped him again. His dad then grabbed his wrist tightly, his voice slurred. "You...you won't...get away...with this...you-" His dad started to say but Michael slipped his wrist out from his dads grip, clenching his fists and glaring at his dad. "STOP HURTING THEM!" He had yelled, using all his power not to slap his dad again. "JUST STOP!" He yelled again. Then Michael had run out of the bar as fast as he could. When he got home, his mother had come rushing to him, asking what he had done. "I did what I had to do." He had said, using that saying for the first time. His father never mentioned that night again. He was either to drunk to remember, or he was too embarrassed that he had let Michael slap him. Michael hadn't cared either way. All he had wanted was for his dad to stop hurting his family.
"Michael? Bro? You okay?" Nate asks, laying in his hospital bed. Michaels focus comes back to reality, and he processes the scene before him before remembering where he is.
"Yes. I'm fine." Michael says giving Nate a concerned look. He then walks over to Nate's bed saying "I thought you were dead, Nate. I thought you had-" Michael tries to finish his sentence but can't because he is so choked up. Nate puts his hand over Michaels, tears in his eyes.
"Its okay, bro. We are all fine, and thats all that matters." Nate replies reassuringly. Michael nods his head, still too choked up to talk. "Hey," Nate says. "Everything is going to be all right."
Sam sits in the hospital lobby, tapping his foot anxiously. Jesse hasn't answered any of his calls since they left for the hospital. Suddenly, Sam's phone rings and he immediately flips his phone open. "Hello?" Sam says, impatiently.
"Sam! It's Jesse. Sorry I didn't return any of your calls." Jesse replies.
"It's fine, its fine! Did you get the guy?" Sam says.
"Yeah."Jesse replies, unsure of what Sam's reaction will be.
"AND?" Sam almost shouts, very impatient.
"The guy...the guy was working for Tom Card." Jesse replies, unsurely.
"WHAT?!" Sam shouts, not caring that everybody in the lobby is staring at him.
"Yeah." Jesse replies.
"Wait so that means that..." Sam starts to say, but stops so he can think it over.
"It means that either all this time, Tom Card has been keeping this info from everyone for no apparent reason, or its because he is part of the same organization as Anson, and he wanted to be the leader of the organization." Jesse explains.
"Jesus." Sam replies shocked.
"How's Nate?" Jesse asks, concerned.
"He's going to be fine. Just needs a few months rest." Sam says.
"Good. I'm glad that he is okay. I'll be there in a few minutes but just pass the info to Mike when you see him, okay?" Jesse asks.
"Will do Jesse, cya." Sam says.
"Cya, Sam." Jesse replies, and then the line goes dead. Just as Sam sets his phone down, Michael appears in the door and walks over to Sam.
"Hear from Jesse yet?" He asks.
"Yeah." Sam replies. "Listen Mike, there is something you need to know..." Sam says, starting to tell the story of Anson's killer.
1 Month Later
"Today's the day." Jesse says from the back seat of Michaels car.
"It sure is, and it's long overdue." Michael replies grinning widely.
"Fi will probably be itching to blow something up, since she's been locked up in a prison for a whole 3 months!" Sam replies, chuckling. Jesse smirks as Michael shakes his head, still grinning.
"I can't believe Tom Card was working for the same organization as Anson." Jesse replies, shaking his head, still in disbelief.
"I know. But I guess it was a good thing, because the CIA felt 'so bad' that they got Fi out of jail." Sam says. Michael nods his head in agreement.
"This is our stop." Michael says, pulling up to a security toll booth just outside a barbed wire fence with a giant padlock.
"State your business." The guard asks Michael in a serious tone.
"Picking up prisoner, Fiona Glenanne." Michael replies.
The guard types on his computer a little bit then says, "Identification, please." Michael hands the guard his drivers license, and after the guard taps a little more on his keyboard, he nods and hands Michael back his license. "You are free to enter." The guard says as another guard opens the padlocked fence. Michael drives through the entrance and around the corner of the prison, finally stopping at the building entrance. They all get out of the car and enter the building. Michael goes up to the front desk and says, "I'm here to pick up Fiona Glenanne."
"Ahhh, yes. You must be . One moment please." The woman replies. Then she says some code words into her walkie talkie. "She will be out shortly." The woman replies. Michael nods, and as soon as he steps away from the desk, Fiona comes around the corner, two guards at her side. She looks gorgeous in a strapless white sun dress and her chocolate brown hair framing her heart shaped face. As soon as Fiona see's Michael, she comes running towards him. He does the same, and as they meet they throw their arms around each other, hugging tightly.
"I've missed you so much." Fiona whispers, tears in her eyes.
"Me too, Fi. Me too." Michael replies, hugging her more tightly. When they finally break from their hug, they both kiss. This is what i've always wanted, Michael thinks happily as he kisses Fiona. My family, safe and happy at home. My friends, who will always have my back, right behind me. And my love, right in front of me living every moment of our lives together.