ficlet! untitled Burn Notice episode tag
So I was going to try and finish up Heritage and work on that ridiculous Star Wars/Supernatural epic that I started working on ages ago, and then I found this and my brain turned into mush while dreaming about Burn Notice. This was written after the first time I saw "Friends Like These."
Title: nope, it doesn't have one
Fandom: Burn Notice
Rating: Nothing worse than the show
Characters: Michael, Fi
Word count: 200ish
Spoilers: Lord yes, up to the present, but especially Ep. 3.08
Disclaimer: I don't own it. There be borrowed lines here as well.
She flinches when he reaches for her, and he feels that acutely. Feels it like every black eye his father ever gave him, like every time his mother pretended nothing was wrong. He feels it like all the reasons he fled Miami for the sunny shores of Afghanistan in the first place.
He’s trying to make her see the truth in his eyes, trying to let it come through even while they’re acting out a scene for a closed door. But she’s shaken up, and twisted by everything going on between them right now. By his need to be a spy trumping her need to have him safe with her. By his falling into bed with Strickler instead of her.
At the end though, she says “You’re a goddamn piece of work,” and leaves it at that. This is what he has trained for. His entire life he has been preparing for moments like these. If he was just an average denizen of Miami, the pain he felt at this might have been reflected in protests, in return accusations, even in tears. But that isn’t him, and he relaxes instead. Because he knows this. He knows this tone, this sentiment. This is what he has come to expect. This is what he deserves.
Title: nope, it doesn't have one
Fandom: Burn Notice
Rating: Nothing worse than the show
Characters: Michael, Fi
Word count: 200ish
Spoilers: Lord yes, up to the present, but especially Ep. 3.08
Disclaimer: I don't own it. There be borrowed lines here as well.
She flinches when he reaches for her, and he feels that acutely. Feels it like every black eye his father ever gave him, like every time his mother pretended nothing was wrong. He feels it like all the reasons he fled Miami for the sunny shores of Afghanistan in the first place.
He’s trying to make her see the truth in his eyes, trying to let it come through even while they’re acting out a scene for a closed door. But she’s shaken up, and twisted by everything going on between them right now. By his need to be a spy trumping her need to have him safe with her. By his falling into bed with Strickler instead of her.
At the end though, she says “You’re a goddamn piece of work,” and leaves it at that. This is what he has trained for. His entire life he has been preparing for moments like these. If he was just an average denizen of Miami, the pain he felt at this might have been reflected in protests, in return accusations, even in tears. But that isn’t him, and he relaxes instead. Because he knows this. He knows this tone, this sentiment. This is what he has come to expect. This is what he deserves.