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ficwizeThis is my last rec this month! I hope you enjoyed the ride. Also, I would love to see someone else do a month of Burn Notice, so I encourage you to sign up!
Title: Old Associates
Fandom: Burn Notice
Pairing: hints of Michael Westen/Fiona Glenanne
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
emmademarais
Author Website: Her LJ
Why this must be read: Michael isn't the only character on the show with a past. They all do, and this one explores Fiona's - with all of it's rough and ugly edges.
Excerpt:
He wasn't even through the intersection before the back window was blown out by a shotgun blast.
"Damn it!" Michael swore, taking the first available turn at high speed. "That's going to be a pain to replace."
"Aww, don't worry Michael," Fiona said, pulling a semiautomatic pistol from her purse. "I'd just have busted it myself shooting back, so now I don't have to worry about it."
The sedan took the turn and Fiona fired on it, making it swerve, but not losing the tail.
Michael scanned his surroundings and made a sharp left then a sharp right into a narrow alley. The less nimble sedan made it through, but slower, so it bought him a second or two.
He made it out onto a major street and headed for a nearby diagonal intersection. The Charger might be old, but it handled well and he knew he could out maneuver a stodgy sedan.
"Friends of yours?" Michael asked, sarcasm clear.
"Me? Why me?" Fiona protested. "They're probably shooting at you! You're the one everyone seems to be annoyed with these days."
"Contrary to popular belief I'm not the only person in this car with enemies," Michael drawled.
"Sure, but mine don't know where I am," Fiona countered, taking aim again. "Why do you think I came to Miami?"
Old Associates
Title: Old Associates
Fandom: Burn Notice
Pairing: hints of Michael Westen/Fiona Glenanne
Author on LJ:
emmademaraisAuthor Website: Her LJ
Why this must be read: Michael isn't the only character on the show with a past. They all do, and this one explores Fiona's - with all of it's rough and ugly edges.
Excerpt:
He wasn't even through the intersection before the back window was blown out by a shotgun blast.
"Damn it!" Michael swore, taking the first available turn at high speed. "That's going to be a pain to replace."
"Aww, don't worry Michael," Fiona said, pulling a semiautomatic pistol from her purse. "I'd just have busted it myself shooting back, so now I don't have to worry about it."
The sedan took the turn and Fiona fired on it, making it swerve, but not losing the tail.
Michael scanned his surroundings and made a sharp left then a sharp right into a narrow alley. The less nimble sedan made it through, but slower, so it bought him a second or two.
He made it out onto a major street and headed for a nearby diagonal intersection. The Charger might be old, but it handled well and he knew he could out maneuver a stodgy sedan.
"Friends of yours?" Michael asked, sarcasm clear.
"Me? Why me?" Fiona protested. "They're probably shooting at you! You're the one everyone seems to be annoyed with these days."
"Contrary to popular belief I'm not the only person in this car with enemies," Michael drawled.
"Sure, but mine don't know where I am," Fiona countered, taking aim again. "Why do you think I came to Miami?"
Old Associates
