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15 November 2011 @ 11:59 pm
Burn Notice Fic: Fishing for Favors  
Written for varietypack100 Multi-Fandom Challenge
Emma DeMarais VarietyPack100 Prompt Table
Crossposted to burnnotice

Title: Fishing for Favors
Pairing/Characters: Michael, Fiona
Rating: PG13
Spoilers: Pilot
Summary: Prompt - Square
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ

Managing assets is one of the most important aspects of being a spy. If you don't have a network, you don't have an in, so care and feeding of contacts that can help you is key.

Of course some assets become more, in which case emotions need to be squashed down in order to focus on the business at hand. The terms boyfriend and girlfriend are cover stories, not real relationships. At least that's how it's supposed to be.

And then some assets turn on you and become enemies. That's when you really need your friendly assets because someone's got to have your back when there's a target painted on it.

Asking your ex? Not ideal, but then neither is having a contract out on you.



Michael had gotten used to asking Fiona for favors ever since they both wound up in Miami, but he was also used to her not making it easy.

"I'm busy, Michael."

Michael walked over to where Fiona was lounging beside the pool in sunglasses and a bikini that wasn't much bigger than the glasses and blocked her sun.

"You're doing nothing. Nothing at all."

"Whatever I'm doing it's safer than whatever you have in mind." Fiona reached for her drink from the side table beside her chaise lounge and took a sip.

"Since when do you care about safe? Safe is boring."

"It is," Fiona agreed, "however I'm fully capable of deciding what hazardous endeavors might bring me amusement. Yours? Tend not to be the enjoyable kind."

Michael let out a beleaguered sigh. "Fi, someone's trying to kill me. There's a contract out on me and everything."

"And this concerns me how?" She glanced at him over her sunglasses. "People have tried to kill you for years and here you are still walking around. Clearly you don't need me."


"Try Sam. Or is he too drunk or too busy with his latest sugar mama to help?"

"What do you want? Money?" Michael asked.

Fiona batted her eyelashes, feigning innocence. "Who says I want anything?"

"Sorry, am I not talking to 'what's in it for me Fi'?" Michael snarked.

"Such a good question..." Fiona plucked an ice cube from her drink and pressed it to her chest just above her cleavage, leaving a little wet square behind as she moved it across her chest, cooling herself down as Michael - watching intently - heated up. "What is in it for me?"

"One, I don't die," Michael started counting off on his fingers. "Two, there's a new sushi restaurant in the W hotel that's both getting great reviews and costs a mint. And three, I don't tell Sam who tipped off his last lady friend to that little indiscretion at the Copa."

"Spoilsport," she huffed. "And you have no proof of that last one." With an artful toss she arced the ice cube, throwing it into the pool before rising.

"Then you'll help?" Michael asked.

Fiona gave him an annoyed glare as she gathered up her things to leave.

"That better be really good sushi."