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It was around three in the morning when Fiona heard the loft door open. She sat up in bed and in the darkness realized that it was Michael.
"You scared me! I thought someone was breaking in and I'd have to teach them a lesson." Fiona said with a smile.
Michael laid down on the next to Fiona and pulled her down next to him. His grip on her was tight. He buried his head against her chest and was shaking. It reminded Fiona of when one of her brothers would get scared when they were little and ran into her room for comfort. She tried to look at his face, but he wouldn't let her.
"Michael, tell me what's wrong. Why are you shaking?" Fiona said, hoping he would talk to her. She received no response. Eventually he drifted off to sleep, but never letting go of Fiona.
In the morning, she managed to break lose from Michael's grip. She showered and got dressed, but Michael was still asleep. She checked his forehead for signs of fever, but he was no warmer than usual. She looked him over for signs of injury but none could be found.
About two in the afternoon, Sam walked into the loft. He was going to say something, but Fiona held her finger up to her lips, hoping Sam would be quiet. She walked out to the balcony, motioning for him to follow. She shut the doors and spoke softly.
"Why is he still in bed and why are you telling me to be quiet?" Sam asked.
Fiona sat down on the step. "Michael came home at three this morning from his mission. He came in, didn't say a single word and got into bed with me."
"Ok, so he's tired. Depending on where he was, could be jet lag. Even Mikey gets tired from traveling."
Fiona shook her head. "When he got into bed, he pulled me down with him and he clung to me. He was shaking so bad. I thought maybe he had a fever, but he hasn't shown signs all day of one. He's been sleeping. He hasn't moved or even made a sound."
Sam thought for a moment. "Maybe mission was more intense than he thought and he didn't sleep for days. You know that happens as much as I do."
"Sam, I'm telling you something is wrong." Fiona raised her voice to Sam. "He's never done that before. Not even after Nate died. Not even after the funeral. He's had his moments where he breaks, but usually he just yells or gets teary eyed but never like last night. He buried his head against my chest and shaking like that. He wouldn't even look at me."
They were both quiet until they heard Michael slamming about inside. Walking back into the loft, Fiona and Sam both stood frozen in their tracks. Michael was in the center of the loft with his gun pointed to his head. His eyes were closed and he was quietly crying.
"Michael put the gun down. Whatever it is, we can help. I swear Sam and I will make it ok." Fiona tried to reason with Michael. She took a few steps towards him, with a smile on her face, hoping she didn't look terrified.
When she got too close, Michael took the gun from his head and pointed it at Fiona. "Stop. Don't come closer. I don't want to shoot you."
Sam grabbed Fiona's arm to stop her from moving any closer to Michael. "Brother talk to me. Fiona's right, tell us what happened and we'll find a way to fix it. Whatever it is, it can't be as bad as you imagine."
Michael gripped the gun tighter and pointed it back to his head. "I can't fix this, no one can fix this. I screwed up so bad. I ruined everything and everyone's life around me."
Exchanging worried looks with Fiona, Sam asked softly "Why can't we fix this Mikey? Can't be any harder than when we had to get Fiona out of jail. We did that. Can't be any harder than beating Carla or Vaughn and we did that too. There is nothing big or bad enough to keep us from helping you."
Fiona took a step towards Michael. "Let us help. You aren't alone. We love you."
"I don't deserve love. I'm a monster just like all the others. I can't do this again!" Michael shouted in a deep tight voice that made Sam and Fiona get tears in their eyes.
Michael then let out a loud scream that made Sam and Fiona jump. Michael closed his eyes and pointed the gun to his head. He said "Fiona, I love you." As soon as he said that Sam rushed towards him and tackled Michael to the ground, causing the gun to go flying across the floor. Fiona ran and picked it up.
Michael realizing that he now had Sam laying on top of him, punched him square in the jaw. Sam fell off of Michael but rose to his feet quickly. Michael was now trying to get the gun away from Fiona. Michael, not paying attention to Sam, found himself restrained by Sam who snaked his arms under Michael's and locked his hands behind Michael's head. Michael, being completely immobilized, tried to flip Sam over but in his condition he didn't have the strength.
"We are going to calm down. If you don't calm down, the next step is for me to handcuff you to the fence. You don't have to talk, but if I let you go, you have to calm down. Understand?" Sam whispered. "Next outburst I'm chaining you to the fence."
The entire time Fiona was telling Michael it would all be ok. Both of Michael and Fiona had tears falling from their eyes. Sam let go and gave Michael a slight push forward, to give them some distance in case Michael tried to punch him.
Michael laid down on the bed and curled into a ball. He began to cry harder and shake. Fiona immediately rushed over and took him in her arms, holding him until he fell asleep. Once Fiona knew he was asleep, walked out to the balcony where Sam had escaped to when Michael climbed into the bed.
"What the hell was that?" Fiona cried, covering her mouth so her sobs wouldn't wake Michael.
"I don't know. All I know is he either has to tell us what's going on or there is going to be some serious trouble." Sam said in a low voice, trying to control his emotions so Fiona wouldn't get more upset. "I think he's having a breakdown. Something happened and pushed him over the edge. We just have to figure out what did it."