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Rating: PG-13
Words: 869
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fic_variations Prompt/Claim: summer/travel * Michael Weston/Bela Talbot (#1)
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]
"Mom..mom...mom.." Michael let out the monotonous chant while playing around with loading and unloading his gun one handed. His mother was on the phone chatting away...about what he hadn't quite figured out yet. The heat of Miami summer was making him even more unapt to listen to her. He was standing in nothing but his jeans, sweating everywhere, and he was still pretty miserable. Not that he'd say anything about it.
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Author:
defy_n_gravityRating: PG-13
Words: 869
fic_variations Prompt/Claim: summer/travel * Michael Weston/Bela Talbot (#1)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]
"Mom..mom...mom.." Michael let out the monotonous chant while playing around with loading and unloading his gun one handed. His mother was on the phone chatting away...about what he hadn't quite figured out yet. The heat of Miami summer was making him even more unapt to listen to her. He was standing in nothing but his jeans, sweating everywhere, and he was still pretty miserable. Not that he'd say anything about it.
( .... )
