Run So Far

By Ori1

This is my first fanfic in a few years. I wrote it last summer during a trip to Maine and then forgot about it to just now. It is rough, unbetaed and blessed by my bad grammar and spelling. Still I hope someone else enjoys it. Review and let me know if you want more since I have a few more chapters planned out.

Disclaimer: I do not own Michael, Fi, Sam or anyone else associated with Burn Notice. But oh if I did.

Five years ago she made a choice. A choice not to tell him, a choice to leave before her body changed too much to hide. A choice to leave Fiona behind in dust and ashes and become someone else.

It broke her heart at the time because who wants to leave the person you believe to be your soulmate but the reason she had to leave was stronger than her need to protect Michael. So she contented her self with a prayer of protection and left.

But not before she told him that she was leaving, that she had to. A family member needed her and she had to go. She didn't cry though Michael could see the tears beginning to glimmer in her eyes. He told her that he would miss her but he understand.

She could tell that he didn't. For Michael the love he felt for his family was also balanced by a need to be far, far away from them. For Fiona family was something that had been taken away way too early in her life. Family was something to be cherished.

She head north and then west before stopping in Phoenix, Arizona. There she reinvented herself. Fiona Glenanne was no more. She was now Anne Macallister. A widow seeking the desert to burn away the loss of her husband. An orphan since she was in her teens, parents died in a car accident while visiting Ireland during their second honeymoon. No family, just the burning urge to restart life. Michael had taught her that the best covers were always the ones closest to the truth.

In Miami she had made money picking locks and blowing things up. Here she had a boring office job that would have made her scream if not for the other things on her mind.

In Miami she had drank beer and ate yogurt. Fought hand to hand and ran for her life with the occasional swim to keep in shape. Or sex with Michael to burn calories. He had always been good to burn a few thousand calories. In Arizona she ate a mostly vegetarian diet and drank decaf green tea. Went to yoga class and went shopping with the friends she had meet there.

In Miami she could have talked to Madeline, Sam or Michael. Here no one knew who she was. She found herself picking up the phone to call him countless times but she always stopped herself.

She had been in Arizona for six months when the pains came. She went to the hospital and seventeen hours later she was holding a seven pound bundle of humanity who looked like her father.

It was Fiona, not Anne who cried as she held Michael Weston's daughter.