FIC: Flashback
Jun. 8th, 2008 11:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Title: Flashback
Author:
wizefics
Fandom: Burn Notice
Characters: Michael Westen
Prompt: Setting for
babel.
Rating: Gen
Warnings: None really.
Summary: Miami. Why did it have to be Miami.
Length: 150 words.
Disclaimer: I don't own Burn Notice and don't make money doing this.
A/N: Written for day 8 of the June!Challege at
fic_on_demand. This idea feels unfinished to me. I will probably play with it in the future.
As always, feedback is welcome and appreciated!
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Miami. Why did it have to be Miami? It was heat and humidity, bikinis and pineapple drinks with umbrellas in them. It was my past and I had hoped it would never be in my future.
Fiona adapted to the environment, like she always did. I don’t even want to know how she came up with all the little sundresses that seemingly left nothing to imagination, yet managed to hide more weapons that I could count.
Sam, of course, was at home in Miami now. He relished in the sticky heat and the numerous bars – not to mention all the bored wealthy women who seemingly fall at his feet.
I’d grown up in Miami. I thought I’d outgrown Miami. But here I was, ducking my mother’s phone calls and my brother’s problems and even with Sam and Fiona here to help me, it was like I was 16 years old again.
Author:
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Fandom: Burn Notice
Characters: Michael Westen
Prompt: Setting for
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Rating: Gen
Warnings: None really.
Summary: Miami. Why did it have to be Miami.
Length: 150 words.
Disclaimer: I don't own Burn Notice and don't make money doing this.
A/N: Written for day 8 of the June!Challege at
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
As always, feedback is welcome and appreciated!
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Miami. Why did it have to be Miami? It was heat and humidity, bikinis and pineapple drinks with umbrellas in them. It was my past and I had hoped it would never be in my future.
Fiona adapted to the environment, like she always did. I don’t even want to know how she came up with all the little sundresses that seemingly left nothing to imagination, yet managed to hide more weapons that I could count.
Sam, of course, was at home in Miami now. He relished in the sticky heat and the numerous bars – not to mention all the bored wealthy women who seemingly fall at his feet.
I’d grown up in Miami. I thought I’d outgrown Miami. But here I was, ducking my mother’s phone calls and my brother’s problems and even with Sam and Fiona here to help me, it was like I was 16 years old again.
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Date: 2008-06-09 02:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-10 01:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-09 04:02 pm (UTC)I don’t even want to know how she came up with all the little sundresses that seemingly left nothing to imagination, yet managed to hide more weapons that I could count.
Loved this! Very true, too! ;)
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Date: 2008-06-10 01:55 am (UTC)