So the ending did get a little sappy, but its Mike and Fi…I can't help it, they're just two perfect. Hope you've enjoyed reading this story and reviews would be much loved!

I don't own any of these characters (sadly) but I do own my own thoughts, and pencil, paper, and a laptop, so I just have to make do.

Gone

7.11.12

Sam stood frozen on the spot. Jesse frowned, trying to wrap his head around it. Maddy stayed completely quiet.

"But, I…I saw the building blow up. You were in it. We were going to get you. Right, Fi?" He turned his vision over to hers, his eyes begging for an explanation, hoping he hadn't had one too many beers.

"Yes, Sam." She reassured him. "But, he's back. It's really him." She tried smiling.

"Mike…" Sam paused thinking, trying to figure it out. "What the hell happened, brother?" Michael immediately smiled, knowing Sam finally believed he was there.

"It's a long story…" He started, everyone's eyes staring intently at him. Even little Michael marveled at his father. He knew he didn't understand what his dad was explaining, but he had learned the past week that he loved watching his father talk. Night time had become his favorite time because he got to hear wonderful bedtime stories.

"Well brother, I'm just glad you're back." Same said and hugged his best friend.

"Me too, Sam…" He looked around the room at the faces of the people he had missed. "Me too."

"Hey, Michael?"

Michael turned to Jesse, catching the car keys that were being thrown at him.

"I hope you don't mind. I took the Charger out a couple of times. You know…make sure it still ran…" he smiled. "I'm glad you're back. You're boy here, spent these past years asking all about you." He ruffled little Michael's hair. "Isn't that right buddy?" Both him and the little boy laughed.

Michael looked both at Sam and Jesse. "Hey guys, I can't even begin to thank you for taking care of my family…my family…" He repeated those two words more to himself than to his friends.

"No problem." Both men replied, knowing Michael would have done the same for them.

Michael had realized that his mother hadn't said one word the entire time he was there. "Mom?" he turned to see her crying. He quickly walked over to her. "Mom…"

"How could you?" was all Maddy could say.

"It wasn't my choice. I wanted to tell you, tell all of you…but they would have killed you."

"I thought you were dead, Michael."

He sighed, not knowing what to say. "I'm sorry, I really am." He hugged her. "I shouldn't have put you through this."

It took her son's touch to take the anger out of her. It confirmed to her that he was actually back. That he was alive. She smiled into his chest. "I'm happy you're okay."

He had to smile. He was forgiven. "I love you Ma." He said quietly.

"I know Michael, I do too. But stop embarrassing yourself in front of your friends." Everybody laughed. The next couple of hours were spent with everybody trying to catch Michael up with their current events. If it wasn't teaching little Michael how to shoot, it was how Sam and Jesse pulled off their latest job, or how Fi managed to profit immensely from the last gun shipment that she intercepted. Same old, same old.

Michael stepped outside to absorb everything that had just happened. He looked up at the sky, seeing the stars he hadn't been able to enjoy for the longest time.

"Michael…" a voice came from behind him.

"Yeah, Fi?" he said, not moving his sight from the sky.

"I found something you might want back." She smiled as she held his sunglasses in her hand. He grinned when he saw them.

"Thanks Fi." He took her hand. She was slightly surprised by the sweet, simple gesture. Michael had never been one to freely show his emotions, especially with her. "Fi?" he whispered, turning to look at her. She turned towards him. "I…I love you." He had said it. The three words that ceased to exist in his vocabulary when it came to her. The three words she had longed to hear ever since she had met him. Since she had loved him.

"Michael." Was all she could say. Her words were caught in her throat, her eyes filling with tears.

"I never told you…And, I just thought you ought to hear it." She stood there speechless. He squeezed her hand softly. He wasn't exactly sure how she'd react.

"I love you too." She said quietly, letting the tears spill out of her eyes. He reached up and brushed them away. She had the urge to punch him, to tell him it had taken him long enough to figure it out, but she didn't. Instead, she kissed him softly. "Thank you for coming back." He nodded, just kissing her again, pulling her into a tight embrace.

They were interrupted by Sam. "Listen, this is all very warm and touching, but I think it's time for you two to go home. Little Mike is asleep on the couch." They broke away instantly. Now Fiona wanted to punch Sam for ruining a perfectly good moment, but figured he was right. She glared at him, and walked inside.

"Oh please, like you're not gonna finish that later!" Sam called back inside, teasing her.

"Sam…" Michael said amused. "Trust me; she'll get really mad… I've got scars to prove it."

Sam just smirked. For as long as he had known them, he would never truly understand their relationship. He stopped trying a long time ago and decided to just go with it.

Michael headed back inside to say goodbye and promise his mother he'd come back and visit soon. Fiona carried her son out to the car and buckled him in, and they waved goodbye at their friends as Michael drove away.

After putting her sleeping son down to so bed, Fiona took a shower, giving Michael some time to organize his thoughts. He began thinking the same thing over and over again as he lay in bed. Should I say it? No, CAN I say it? Fiona joined him in bed, lying beside him. He stayed on his back, staring at the ceiling.

"Fi, I've been thinking about something."

"Yeah?" Even with the lights off she could make out his face. His concentrated expression.

"Not that I'm back, and we have Michael…I just thought maybe, maybe you and I…we could…you know, get married?" he said, closing his eyes scared of what the response would be. He quickly added, "for Michael."

Surprise. Shock. Confusion. Anger. Fear. Contentment. Fiona felt all of these emotions and more at the moment. She couldn't even respond.

"What I'm trying to say…" he said, slowly turning over to look at her. "Fiona Glenanne. Will you marry me?" She couldn't help but smile. He looked so scared, so uncertain of her answer. She nodded. He looked at her with a look of tenderness and care that shone in his eyes that was reserved only for her. He leaned over and kissed her achingly slow. For once, since a long time, his kiss gave her butterflies. Fiona loved him and hated him for it, but decided there was no use fighting it. He was hers. Finally. Burn notice or no burn notice. CIA or not. Fake death or not. At that moment she knew he was still the man she'd met back in Ireland. The man she fell in love with. The man she was in love with.