The first week after it was done, they mostly slept.

Not entirely. There was a lot of sex and eating too. And they did go visit Madeline a few times, but pretty much, from the minute they got home, to about nine days later, Mike and Fi barely got out of bed.

Five years without a break is wearying. And while Fi wanted some downtime, Michael desperately needed it.

So they took it.

And nothing bad happened. No one died. No massive quasi-governmental conspiracies got the drop on anyone else.

They just slept, made love, ate, and rested. And the world let them.


A/N: Romancy fluff with a side of angst and a happy ending. Might be going a little out of character, and very likely quite a bit out of cannon, but well, I need some fluff, so I'm writing it!