Update! For those of you who don't like the length of these, check out some of my other stories that are a bit longer. These are just a bunch of short oneshots to flex the writing muscles. Enjoy!
Title: Dream
Summary: Michael Westen always hated dreaming.
Genre: Romance/Family
Pairing: Fiona/Michael
Word Count: 159
Disclaimer: Not mine!
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4) Dream
Michael Westen hated dreaming. Asleep, a spy is very vulnerable, especially when he's sleeping alone.
But more than anything, he just didn't like to dream. More often than not, his dreams involved his father and some painful childhood memory that clawed its way to the edge of his conscious mind. He spent years repressing those memories, but in his dreams, they run rampant.
His childhood was a deciding factor in joining the Army, and eventually becoming a spy. So he supposed that, in a way, he had his father to thank for his career. His father had also showed him the kind of man, and father, he never wanted to be.
Michael leaned over the crib, where his brand new son slept innocently, completely unguarded and free of any fear. He hoped his children would always be able to sleep that way.
He lowered his head and softly kissed his son's forehead.
"Sweet dreams, little man. Daddy loves you."
The End.
A/N: Aww, Daddy Michael! Hehehe. Thanks for reading, and please review!