One of the sadder oneshots I've written. Grab some kleenex and read on.
Title: Grief
Summary: "I've got you, Michael. I've got you."
Genre: Tragedy/Family
Pairing: Michael/Fiona
Word Count: 221
Disclaimer: Not mine!
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23) Grief
Fiona Glenanne was stretched out on her bed, reading a book and enjoying the silence of the loft. It was an unusually quiet day, and she intended on taking full advantage of it. Michael was spending time with his mom, and Sam was out with one of his lady friends. She had the loft all to herself for once.
Suddenly the front door swung open, and Fiona sat up, reaching for the gun under her pillow. She quickly recognized Michael's form, and she tucked the gun back under the pillow. "Michael?"
He came further into the loft, and her heart lurched at the look on his face. "Michael? What's wrong?" She got off of the bed, moving quickly across the floor. He looked absolutely stricken, and she reached up, cradling his face in her hands. "What is it?"
His broad shoulders shuddered when she touched him. "My mom…" His voice dripped with grief and denial.
Fiona's stomach dropped. "What happened? Is Madeline okay?"
"She's…she's dead." His knees suddenly gave out.
Fiona's eyes widened, and she reached out, letting him fall into her arms. They both sank to the floor. Michael buried his face in Fiona's shoulder and wrapped his strong arms around her waist. Still reeling, Fiona held him tightly and kissed his head.
"I've got you, Michael. I've got you."
The End.
A/N: *runs and hides* Thanks for reading!