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ficwizeTitle: International Man of Mystery
Fandom: Burn Notice
Pairing: hints of Michael Westen/Fiona Glenanne
Author on LJ: Unknown
Author Website: Her Website
Why this must be read: This is a show about a man who became a spy. This is a story about how that happened. A series of vignettes reveals more about Michael than he would under interrogation.
Excerpt:
He's had his bag packed for years, every couple of months he pulls it out and checks what he has. Adds things he thinks he should take, pulls out things that he doesn't need, clothes that don't fit him anymore. His He-Man action figure really wasn't all that appropriate at 15 where it had been at 6. He climbs out of the bedroom window while his mom says no. Knocks on the window of the non-descript beige four door sedan in the driveway of his mother's house and smiles at the lady who rolls down the window.
"I'm Michael Westen and I'd like very much to take you up on your offer." As the car drives away it's like an enormous weight has been lifted from his shoulders. He doesn't turn around, sitting in the back seat between the two men; he's too busy examining the scuff mark his shoe leaves on the leather upholstery to see his mother running into the street behind them.
International Man of Mystery
Fandom: Burn Notice
Pairing: hints of Michael Westen/Fiona Glenanne
Author on LJ: Unknown
Author Website: Her Website
Why this must be read: This is a show about a man who became a spy. This is a story about how that happened. A series of vignettes reveals more about Michael than he would under interrogation.
Excerpt:
He's had his bag packed for years, every couple of months he pulls it out and checks what he has. Adds things he thinks he should take, pulls out things that he doesn't need, clothes that don't fit him anymore. His He-Man action figure really wasn't all that appropriate at 15 where it had been at 6. He climbs out of the bedroom window while his mom says no. Knocks on the window of the non-descript beige four door sedan in the driveway of his mother's house and smiles at the lady who rolls down the window.
"I'm Michael Westen and I'd like very much to take you up on your offer." As the car drives away it's like an enormous weight has been lifted from his shoulders. He doesn't turn around, sitting in the back seat between the two men; he's too busy examining the scuff mark his shoe leaves on the leather upholstery to see his mother running into the street behind them.
International Man of Mystery
