Burn notice fanfiction michael and fiona meet

Darkness Falls Chapter 1, a burn notice fanfic | FanFiction

Michael looked straight ahead, not meeting Sam's gaze. "Chasing that Michael grabbed her clothes from her and raised his voice to Fiona. Rated: Fiction M - English - Angst/Romance - Fiona G., Michael W. right after they "meet" Jesse and set him up in the condo next to Fiona's. Disclaimer: Burn notice and it's characters don't belong to me unfortunately. Michael's eyes met hers briefly, stopping her in her tracks when she saw She trailed behind him and watched anxiously as he laid Fiona down.

The Intruder, a burn notice fanfic | FanFiction

The Provisional IRA has established a ceasefire, but certain splinter groups known as dissident IRA groups insist that the violence must go on… Fiona ran her fingers through Donovan's thick, black hair. It was dripping from the torrential rain they had just escaped. Planting bombs was an aphrodisiac for him, so as they had briskly walked away from the old post office in the heart of Belfast that night, Fi knew she would soon be faking passion for this brutal, callous man.

Now, as they lay in his bed, with the mass of his six foot, robust frame on top of her lithe body, she ran her hands down his back. The tips of her fingers exerted just enough pressure to tell him she wanted it. Endorphins still coursing through his body from their recent excursion, he responded by lifting her right leg to hook around his waist, pressing his groin harder against her, and forcing his tongue deep into her mouth.

He began to kiss her neck, and she sighed with feigned pleasure to encourage him. She didn't love Donovan. She didn't even like him, but he was good in bed, so this was not the worst part of her cover ID. Although a part of her resented having to give herself to him every night, another part of her loved the empty, emotionless sex.

She engaged the enemy. She engaged in hand to hand combat. She engaged the safety on her Browning 9mm pistol. She did not "engage" in romantic entanglements.

Years as a volunteer for the IRA, an asset with more expertise in arms and explosives than many of the council members combined, and she had been enlisted to charm a man. She had given herself to men before, in order to get a job done. She never thought of it as sacrificing her dignity, because she had made those calls, whether planned ahead as part of an operation, or done spur of the moment when an opportunity arose to take advantage of a high-powered delegate. She had always been the one in control.

This assignment, however, would be different. Maintaining a long-term cover ID with Donovan Gallagher would require her to relinquish some of that control.

She could still be hard. Violent even, but in her relationship with Donovan, she would also have to be submissive. Donovan was the leader of a unit belonging to a fledgling paramilitary group, one that had branched off from the Provisional IRA due to disagreement over the ceasefire. He was cold, and he had less regard for human life than any other operative she had worked with.

His latest target had been a hospital, a mecca for helpless civilians. Mass casualties were not just an unavoidable consequence of bombings for Donovan Gallagher; they were the goal.

The deadly agenda of this branch was undermining the political goals of the Provisional IRA, and even they had a limit to the level of violence they would condone. She reluctantly accepted her obligation to infiltrate Gallagher's unit. He had been so eager to get away from this house and his father that he had joined the military at age seventeen.

Now his father was long gone, but his mother still maintained the house as a shrine to the normal, happy domestic life that had never really existed within. It was an unseasonably cool day in Miami, so the front door was open. With Madeline was a slightly older Cuban man with a handle-bar mustache and wearing a suit several years out of fashion.

I met him at my Pilates class. He offered his hand. I'm not sure what my mother has told you…" Raul took Michael's hand. His grip was firm. He had a thick Cuban accent. He initially supported the revolution, but grew disenchanted when Fidel turned communist.

He was always under suspicion after that, but there was never enough evidence to move against him. He was still popular with certain members of the revolutionary council. Finally, he received word that they were going to come for him. He took my mother, my sister and me and fled here to the United States.

Unfortunately, my younger brother was in school and we were not able to bring him with us. He stayed in Cuba and was raised by my uncle. My brother laid low. He married and has a wife and two young daughters.

But he always hated Fidel for splitting his family apart. When the regime loosened restrictions a little after the Pope's visit inhe joined with some others in resisting the communists. Then, when Fidel became ill and it looked like restrictions would ease even more, he became more open in his criticism of the government. But the Cuban 'perestroika' was an illusion. They threatened to arrest him. If you're looking for someone to get your brother out of Cuba…" "No," Raul said.

Well, in a way it is, but… You see, my brother was finally able to contact me in and we have corresponded ever since. I sent him money, some goods to sell on the black market, that sort of thing. Then he contacted me three months ago and told me that they were going to arrest him and his wife and take away their two daughters.

He asked me if there was anything I could do. We generally do not use that term, but yes. I hired a man to smuggle my brother and his family out of Cuba and here to the United States. It was all my life savings, but I had to get my brother and his family out. I do not have that kind of money.

If I sell my house, maybe I can raise it…" "But you're afraid that you'll give him the money and still never see your brother and his family again. Michael took one and set it down on the coffee table. He took the coaster handed to him by Sam and put his cup on it. I cannot go to the police. I paid a man to smuggle my brother into the United States.