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fic_variations Prompt/Claim: summer/travel * Michael Westen/Bela Talbot (#5)
Spoilers: For now, no spoilers.
Warnings: N/A
Disclaimer: Not my characters, not trying to step on toes, just having fun.
Author's Notes: First time writing Burn Notice fic, have written very little Bela!fic. Be kind, but please let me know what you think! [and for newcomers to either show - you do not need to know the show to follow] Comments, thoughts, please? This piece completely dedicated toiluvroadrunner6 for creating absolutely beautiful pretties of these two.
Michael lay in his dark warehouse of a home, on his bed. A small speaker sat at his side issuing silence. The heat of the Miami night caused him to attempt sleep with nothing but the thin sheet wrapped around his waist. He watched the ceiling and wound and unwound a string on his fist as he thought. Thought about the case, thought about his burn, and considered every option for both predicaments.
He had been listening to the feed from the men's hotel room for almost 24 hours, and so far he wasn't getting much about where the knife was. He wasn't getting a lot of anything. And he had Sarah calling him nearly every hour begging for details. Impatient. Annoying. Annoying clients were always the worst and always made him want to close the case as soon as possible.
He stopped the movement with the string as he thought about the evening before. The kiss. Sure, sometimes lines had to be crossed. When the situation arises you need to be willing to do anything to not only keep alive, but also keep your cover. Even if that cover is being invisible. And in that millisecond the best way he knew how to be invisible at a seedy motel was sex. The corner of his mouth curled up slightly. If he'd had to take it that far, for the case, it wouldn't have been so bad. In fact he had a feeling it would have been very not bad. Sure Sarah was a pain in the ass, he had no clue what her angle was, and he couldn't wait to get rid of her...but...
It had been one hell of a kiss and he knew he hadn't imagined her reaction to it. To him.
His thoughts were interrupted by a sound outside. It was a quiet whisper of sound that someone normal may not have noticed, but Mike was far from normal. He immediately flashed to attention and reached for the pistol under his pillow. He held it out as he got to his feet and grabbed his boxers to hastily jump into. With his gun drawn he moved for the door, where he heard a clicking sound. He leaned against the door frame, prepared himself, then flung it open - gun out. He watched as Sarah/Bela jumped back. She brought her hand to her chest, breathing hard.
"Can I help you?" He asked, slowly dropping the gun to his side. She nodded slowly.
"I...came to check up on things."
He shook his head and walked into the warehouse, leaving the door open for her to follow. "And you couldn't have called?...again?"
She glanced around as she walked through the door and raised her brows a bit. "Charming place you have here."
"It's late," he grumbled, turning towards her with crossed arms.
"Did I wake you?" Her eyes shot down his body then back up to his eyes.
"No. I..." he sighed. "There's still nothing, Sarah. Just like I told you the last time you called."
"I was worried you were holding back on me."
"Why.." he flexed his fists at his side and looked at her. "You really have trust issues, don't you?"
Her nostrils flared a bit at that, but she took a breath and pushed it away. "Sorry to bother you." She turned on her heel to leave and Michael watched her go.
"You're really one to talk about holding back," he called after her. She stopped and slowly turned to face him again.
"Meaning?"
"Meaning - if you want my help here you're going to start being honest with me."
"I have been, Michael. All I want is my family's knife, then I'm out of Miami."
He stepped towards her again with a serious, studying look on his face. She watched him approach, uncertain, and began to step backwards when he wasn't stopping. Her back hit the door and she had no where else to go. He stepped up mere inches from her, just enough for them to not be touching, but both vividly remembering the closeness of the night before. In a swift motion he slid his hand behind her back and under her shirt. He grabbed the gun she had been concealing and pulled it off of her. He brought it up in front of her face and disarmed it as he did. She met his eyes, trying to gage his thoughts.
"You really expected me not to notice you've been carrying since the day we met?" He shook his head and slid the gun across the floor. "And I don't believe that you don't know more about these guys, that there isn't more to this story. I want to know now what I'm in. Now, Sarah." He stepped even closer at that and stared down at her.
Bela stared back at Michael. She kept a straight face as she ran the words through her head. She had to come up with something. Something that he would believe. To buy herself time, she sighed softly and let her fingers brush his bare chest. His eyes dropped down to watch them then met hers again. She slid her hands up his chest and felt him shiver beneath her touch.
"There is history between Stephen and myself," she said slowly. She looked at him with big eyes. "He's a dangerous man...he scares me, alright? That is why I carry the gun. To protect myself. All the same..." she let her hands slide up his shoulders and around his neck. "He took something that belongs to me, to my family, and I want it back. I'm willing to put myself in danger for that, Michael..don't you see?"
He sighed as she spoke and nodded slowly. He set a hand to her arm and trailed it up to her hand at his neck. "I understand," he said gently. "Which is why you have to be more honest with me. If you want the knife and you want me to protect you...you have to be honest with me." She nodded in agreement as his fingers linked around hers. A long, silent moment fell between them and she fully expected him to kiss her again, which she would, of course, go along with. She needed to be Sarah after all. Instead, his hand pulled hers from his neck and set it at her side. He stepped back away from her and walked away. She watched him cross the room and pick up a pair of jeans. "I'll drive you back to your motel," he said.
defy_n_gravityRating: PG-13
Words: 1102
fic_variations Prompt/Claim: summer/travel * Michael Westen/Bela Talbot (#5)Spoilers: For now, no spoilers.
Warnings: N/A
Disclaimer: Not my characters, not trying to step on toes, just having fun.
Author's Notes: First time writing Burn Notice fic, have written very little Bela!fic. Be kind, but please let me know what you think! [and for newcomers to either show - you do not need to know the show to follow] Comments, thoughts, please? This piece completely dedicated to
iluvroadrunner6 for creating absolutely beautiful pretties of these two.Michael lay in his dark warehouse of a home, on his bed. A small speaker sat at his side issuing silence. The heat of the Miami night caused him to attempt sleep with nothing but the thin sheet wrapped around his waist. He watched the ceiling and wound and unwound a string on his fist as he thought. Thought about the case, thought about his burn, and considered every option for both predicaments.
He had been listening to the feed from the men's hotel room for almost 24 hours, and so far he wasn't getting much about where the knife was. He wasn't getting a lot of anything. And he had Sarah calling him nearly every hour begging for details. Impatient. Annoying. Annoying clients were always the worst and always made him want to close the case as soon as possible.
He stopped the movement with the string as he thought about the evening before. The kiss. Sure, sometimes lines had to be crossed. When the situation arises you need to be willing to do anything to not only keep alive, but also keep your cover. Even if that cover is being invisible. And in that millisecond the best way he knew how to be invisible at a seedy motel was sex. The corner of his mouth curled up slightly. If he'd had to take it that far, for the case, it wouldn't have been so bad. In fact he had a feeling it would have been very not bad. Sure Sarah was a pain in the ass, he had no clue what her angle was, and he couldn't wait to get rid of her...but...
It had been one hell of a kiss and he knew he hadn't imagined her reaction to it. To him.
His thoughts were interrupted by a sound outside. It was a quiet whisper of sound that someone normal may not have noticed, but Mike was far from normal. He immediately flashed to attention and reached for the pistol under his pillow. He held it out as he got to his feet and grabbed his boxers to hastily jump into. With his gun drawn he moved for the door, where he heard a clicking sound. He leaned against the door frame, prepared himself, then flung it open - gun out. He watched as Sarah/Bela jumped back. She brought her hand to her chest, breathing hard.
"Can I help you?" He asked, slowly dropping the gun to his side. She nodded slowly.
"I...came to check up on things."
He shook his head and walked into the warehouse, leaving the door open for her to follow. "And you couldn't have called?...again?"
She glanced around as she walked through the door and raised her brows a bit. "Charming place you have here."
"It's late," he grumbled, turning towards her with crossed arms.
"Did I wake you?" Her eyes shot down his body then back up to his eyes.
"No. I..." he sighed. "There's still nothing, Sarah. Just like I told you the last time you called."
"I was worried you were holding back on me."
"Why.." he flexed his fists at his side and looked at her. "You really have trust issues, don't you?"
Her nostrils flared a bit at that, but she took a breath and pushed it away. "Sorry to bother you." She turned on her heel to leave and Michael watched her go.
"You're really one to talk about holding back," he called after her. She stopped and slowly turned to face him again.
"Meaning?"
"Meaning - if you want my help here you're going to start being honest with me."
"I have been, Michael. All I want is my family's knife, then I'm out of Miami."
He stepped towards her again with a serious, studying look on his face. She watched him approach, uncertain, and began to step backwards when he wasn't stopping. Her back hit the door and she had no where else to go. He stepped up mere inches from her, just enough for them to not be touching, but both vividly remembering the closeness of the night before. In a swift motion he slid his hand behind her back and under her shirt. He grabbed the gun she had been concealing and pulled it off of her. He brought it up in front of her face and disarmed it as he did. She met his eyes, trying to gage his thoughts.
"You really expected me not to notice you've been carrying since the day we met?" He shook his head and slid the gun across the floor. "And I don't believe that you don't know more about these guys, that there isn't more to this story. I want to know now what I'm in. Now, Sarah." He stepped even closer at that and stared down at her.
Bela stared back at Michael. She kept a straight face as she ran the words through her head. She had to come up with something. Something that he would believe. To buy herself time, she sighed softly and let her fingers brush his bare chest. His eyes dropped down to watch them then met hers again. She slid her hands up his chest and felt him shiver beneath her touch.
"There is history between Stephen and myself," she said slowly. She looked at him with big eyes. "He's a dangerous man...he scares me, alright? That is why I carry the gun. To protect myself. All the same..." she let her hands slide up his shoulders and around his neck. "He took something that belongs to me, to my family, and I want it back. I'm willing to put myself in danger for that, Michael..don't you see?"
He sighed as she spoke and nodded slowly. He set a hand to her arm and trailed it up to her hand at his neck. "I understand," he said gently. "Which is why you have to be more honest with me. If you want the knife and you want me to protect you...you have to be honest with me." She nodded in agreement as his fingers linked around hers. A long, silent moment fell between them and she fully expected him to kiss her again, which she would, of course, go along with. She needed to be Sarah after all. Instead, his hand pulled hers from his neck and set it at her side. He stepped back away from her and walked away. She watched him cross the room and pick up a pair of jeans. "I'll drive you back to your motel," he said.
