Word: Celestial
Fandom: Burn Notice
Word Count: 174
Over The Moon by Dayspring
"Hey, Mikey! Where's your telescope?" Sam burst through the door as if he didn't know how many guns were strategically placed around Michael's loft.
Michael looked up from his cup of yogurt. "Upstairs. You working something?"
"Hell, yes. A lovely, respectable widow. Supposed to be some big celestial show going on in the heavens tonight. I'm hoping the show continues here on earth, if you get my meaning." To make sure he did, Sam leered in Michael's direction.
"TMI."
"Like you and Fi don't go heaven-diving on a regular basis."
"She'd shoot you if she heard you talking like that."
"Nah. Probably just blow me up. A little. We're friends. She'd only leave me slightly singe-y." Sam grabbed the telescope and bounced back down the stairs. "Well, wish me luck, Mikey. No, wait. Who am I kidding? I'm Sam Axe. I don't need any luck with the ladies." He left the door wide open behind him and grinned when he heard Mike's curse sail through the air.
Ah, it was good to have friends.