justforspite: (Burn Notice- Michael Pyro)

Burn Notice
Michael/Fiona
Rated R for violence, language
Episodic
Part 01 / 02 / 03 / 04 / 05 / 06 / 07 / 08 / 09 / 10


“You promise?”

“How many times do I have to promise?”

“As many times as I say ‘you promise?’”

She rolls her eyes, “I promise.”

“Swear to me, Fi.”

“It’s against the good Lord to swear Michael.”

“You know what, this is a bad idea—” I motion to swing the car around.

“You could be a little more understanding to my religious limitations.”

“The IRA operative is begging for religious tolerance?”

“Keep on this train of talk and you’ll be begging for mercy.”

My teeth are grinding together. She hands me a stick of gum. “Cute.”welcome to miami . . . )

justforspite: (Burn Notice- Michael Pyro)

Burn Notice
Michael/Fiona
Rated R for violence, language
Episodic
Part 01 / 02 / 03 / 04 / 05 / 06 / 07 / 08 / 09


The worst thing you could have done in the Westen household was look right into my father’s eyes. Linger too long (approximately anything over two seconds) and you were officially being a smartass. Being a smartass usually got that ass of yours handed to you. Because of this, I was conditioned from early on in life to avoid direct eye contact. Chin, mouth, nose, brow, anything that wasn’t the eyes became my focal points. This, among some other antisocial behavior, led my teachers to believe that I was ‘introverted and quiet.’ I’d always explained that to myself as a desire not to talk to other kids who thought Miami was a state and Disney World, a country. I probably expected too much of my classmates. Anyway, I was labeled ‘socially disinclined.’ If my teachers weren’t so blind and bored with life in general, a little imagination would have led them to ask why a kid would show up to school in sweatshirts, long-sleeves, sweaters, anything that covered his body from neck to toe everyday of his academic life through some of the worst heat waves north of Hell. But hey, this was Miami Beach in the early 80’s. You’re talking source material for Scarface. People stopped asking questions a while ago if it could get their asses chain sawed.welcome to miami . . . )

justforspite: (Burn Notice- Guardian Michael)

Burn Notice
Michael/Fiona
Rated R for violence, language
Episodic
Part 01 / 02 / 03 / 04 / 05 / 06 / 07 / 08 / 09


It was Hippocrates who said that when two illnesses arrive at the same time, the stronger silences the weak. When taken literally I suppose my first example of this was having a really irritating sinus thing then being shot in Desert Storm. That wasn’t fun but I quickly forgot about my dripping nasal passages. welcome to miami . . . )

justforspite: (Burn Notice- Michael Pyro)

Burn Notice
Michael/Fiona
Rated R for violence, language
Episodic
Part 01 / 02 / 03 / 04 / 05 / 06 / 07 / 08


“Mr. Axe, Mr. Westen, I’m Dr. Maximilian St. Maarten. Call me Max, please.”welcome to miami . . . )

justforspite: (Burn Notice- Michael Glee)

Burn Notice
Michael/Fiona
Rated R for violence, language
Episodic
Part 01 / 02 / 03 / 04 / 05 / 06 / 07


Going from noncom to SEAL is a life choice I’d always admired in Sam. It’s true that I don’t like conflict and moving from intel to sniper rifles tends to increase the amount of conflict in one’s life, but for Sam, it was a move born of a desire to break away from the preconceived expectations of his family. That’s something I can appreciate. My dad expected me to die an usher at the local porn theater. Well, at least I can say he wished for more in my life than he had in his own.welcome to miami . . . )

justforspite: (Burn Notice- Semper Fiona)

Burn Notice
Michael/Fiona
Rated R for violence, language
Episodic
Part 01 / 02 / 03 / 04 / 05 / 06


There’s a telecom guy set up by Lucy’s line and he looks over my shoulder to Sam. It’s Sam who answers the phone and the nod he gives to the room in general confirms that it’s Zavadsky on the other end. I quickly scan the room and I can see a red-flagged bug that he hadn’t tried to hide. It’s a USB webcam connected to Lucy’s laptop. I can see a cycling program on the screen and another telecom guy is trying to crack the encryption as it splinters the receiving location all over the world and resets the code every ten seconds. I can only imagine the frustration. There was a compromise involved in this—you had to keep Zavadsky watching to keep him connected long enough to trace the point of origin which meant he had a free window on their work and now he knew I was in the apartment.

I extend my hand to the phone, my eyes narrowed on the little red light of the Colonel’s watchful lens. Sam doesn’t get past ‘yeah’ as he hands me the phone and I immediately think back to every form of torture I’ve learned in the last twenty-years since that summer I left Lucy and my family to start a new life. I quickly aggregate how many procedures I can commit to Zavadsky’s ass before he—

A) intra-cranial hemorrhages
B) goes into cardiac arrest
or
C) drowns in his own bile

I prefer D) all of the abovewelcome to miami . . . )

justforspite: (Burn Notice- Semper Fiona)

Burn Notice
Michael/Fiona
Rated R for violence, language
Episodic
Part 01 / 02 / 03 / 04 / 05 /


As an honorably discharged spy, Lucy Chen left her service with a new social, a nice stipend and the ability to travel as freely as other American citizens. With these seemingly basic resources that I am personally fighting for like a bitch, she managed, with an impressive contacts list she’d built over the years, to take a fledgling security firm owned by an old friend and turn it into a million-dollar company in less than five years. Working first in D.C. she catered to Senators, Congressmen and numerous delegates. The power of word-of-mouth and a certain professionalism (and viciousness) was enough to span branches in New York, L.A. and right here in Miami.

Why Miami? It wouldn’t be my first choice unless you were protecting drug-dealers from other drug-dealerswelcome to miami . . . )

justforspite: (Burn Notice- Semper Fiona)

Burn Notice
Michael/Fiona
Rated R eventually for violence, language
Episodic
Part 01 / 02 / 03 / 04 /

Backing out of your apartment to escape your homicidal girlfriend is a strategically sound plan. Your attention is to her, you’re protecting your vitals and you can easily defend yourself. For any other person, this is the way to go. Fi will not avoid hitting you in the back (or back of the head). The problem with this tactical strategy for me, not really being anybody else, is that my focus is on her and not the Jihad-seeking assassin on my front steps—that’s when things get a little sticky.

“Allahu Akbar Michael Westen!” welcome to miami . . . )

justforspite: (Burn Notice- Semper Fiona)

Burn Notice
Michael/Fiona
Rated R eventually for violence, language
Episodic
Part 01 / 02 / 03 /


I grab my phone on my way out from the shower to my . . . closet? Whatever the hell the structure is that holds my clothes. I stopped Fi from trying to redecorate the place two weeks ago. As much as I appreciated the gesture, I didn’t want to get too settled here. It’s a psychological thing, for sure and it’s a trap I didn’t want to fall in. Once the great American novel (a.k.a. the work of fiction that is my burn notice) is repealed, I’d be on the next plane out of South Hell and off to some dreary, wintry Eastern European country where a bikini wouldn’t even qualify as a first layer of underwear. Telling Fi that I didn’t want to plant roots wasn’t the most intelligent thing I’d ever done . . . it wasn’t exactly an action born from self-preservation. Putting an egg-timer on our relationship landed me on the receiving end of a guilt trip that could rival my mom crying in my shirt.

We bought padded hangers.

It appeased her.welcome to miami . . . )

justforspite: (Burn Notice- Semper Fiona)

Burn Notice
Michael/Fiona
Rated R eventually for violence, language
Episodic
Part 01 / 02 /

Being burned is roughly equivalent to Easter dinner. You’re trapped in one location, you’re always being watched, and everyone is infinitely curious as to what you’re doing with your life these days. Occasionally, if you don’t do exactly as you’re told, or if you step out of line by calling Aunt Bea, or the radical Islamic spy watching you, a fat-ass cow, you get the shit beat out of you. I realize that this particular analogy only works in my case. A percentage of you have fat-ass aunts named Beatrice, less have radical Islamic spies in your backyard, and even less hated Easter as much as I did. I suppose I could have gone for the ‘being burned is as fun as a root canal’ but the prospect of that is like shiatsu massage compared to the month of April.

Welcome to South Beach, Miami, home of Spring Break and childhood cirrhosis indoctrination, namesake of a popular way to starve yourself and the dictionary illustration to the phrase: Hell on Earth.

My name is Michael Westen and this is a brave new world . . . of bullshi

“Morning Sunshine.” welcome to miami . . . )

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