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Fic: Refuge (Burn Notice/PG)
Sep. 22nd, 2010 09:39 pmTitle: Refuge
Fandom: Burn Notice
Characters: Michael, Fi
Rating: PG
Word Count: 243
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Fanfic, for fun, not profit.
Summary: Written for a challenge in![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
caperland of a prompt of a picture of an exploding car. My fic won the challenge and I got this cool banner (which features the promt pic):
Noise roared though his head. The bitter taste of ash coated his mouth. The world was a churning smoky nightmare. Something hot and burning bit at his arm. Things hard and sharp jabbed into his side. He was on the ground. Heat radiated through the smoke. He needed to move, to get away. He rolled to his knees and fought through a wave of nausea. Pain echoed at the edges of his consciousness. He struggled to his feet. A second explosion, hot and deafening, battered him from behind, tossing him to the ground again. He rolled with the blast and fought not to breathe in the overheated air. Debris clattered to the ground. Pain laced up his arm where a piece of flying metal sliced it open. He pushed himself back to his feet and staggered away from the raging fire.
"Michael." His name echoed though the dimness. Familiar hands, pale under black soot and ash, pulled at him. He stumbled forward, into equally familiar arms.
"I have you." It was Fi's voice, more welcome than the clean, cool air. He leaned into her arms, as they fled from the flames. His head still rang and the pain grew stronger, but he focused on the strength in the slender body that held him. In the steady voice that continued to sooth him. "Just a couple more steps, Michael, and you'll be safe. I have you."
In the end, Michael knew, she always would.
Fandom: Burn Notice
Characters: Michael, Fi
Rating: PG
Word Count: 243
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Fanfic, for fun, not profit.
Summary: Written for a challenge in
caperland of a prompt of a picture of an exploding car. My fic won the challenge and I got this cool banner (which features the promt pic):Noise roared though his head. The bitter taste of ash coated his mouth. The world was a churning smoky nightmare. Something hot and burning bit at his arm. Things hard and sharp jabbed into his side. He was on the ground. Heat radiated through the smoke. He needed to move, to get away. He rolled to his knees and fought through a wave of nausea. Pain echoed at the edges of his consciousness. He struggled to his feet. A second explosion, hot and deafening, battered him from behind, tossing him to the ground again. He rolled with the blast and fought not to breathe in the overheated air. Debris clattered to the ground. Pain laced up his arm where a piece of flying metal sliced it open. He pushed himself back to his feet and staggered away from the raging fire.
"Michael." His name echoed though the dimness. Familiar hands, pale under black soot and ash, pulled at him. He stumbled forward, into equally familiar arms.
"I have you." It was Fi's voice, more welcome than the clean, cool air. He leaned into her arms, as they fled from the flames. His head still rang and the pain grew stronger, but he focused on the strength in the slender body that held him. In the steady voice that continued to sooth him. "Just a couple more steps, Michael, and you'll be safe. I have you."
In the end, Michael knew, she always would.
