Author's Note-

I love Burn Notice, I love it with all my heart. I saw the season three preview and it attracted me with the big explosion, so thank you explosion.

I don't own Burn Notice or the characters, but I want to, but until then this will have to do. Special thanks to Puddle of Mudd, because I listened to Blurry the entire time I was writing this. MY SECOND FAN FIC! 3

Michael Weston. Burned spy, smart guy, feared by many, adored by several, and my best friend. I'm Sam Axe. Mike's buddy and go to guy. I help him out on jobs, and try to keep his ass from getting burned anymore than it already has been.

We are a team; me, Mike, and Fi. Like I said I help Mike on jobs all the time, but sometimes he helps me. I owe him my life. But that doesn't change the fact that I get pissed off as every other human being does. This time it just happened to be at Michael.

"Sam I can't." Said Michael, looking at blue prints for a building he was planning on breaking into to get some intel. "Mike it's just a simple job." "Then you can do it yourself." "It's a two man kind of job." I said getting agitated with Michael.

"Sam-" "I'm helping out one of my buddies Mike. He dragged my sorry butt out of a war zone." My old friend Christopher Penal had come to me a few days ago and told me he needed some help. He said that there was a guy that was stalking out his business and scaring away his customers. He said he owned a small souvenir store, and the recession had been hurting his business. Things had just started getting back to normal and now this guy was ruining it all over again. "Sam I've got a wife, with four kids, two car payments, insurance, and a mortage; I can't lose this business sam. Navy pention only goes so far."

Of course I said I would help him, but Fi was in Orlando, and Mike was the only guy I knew that could help me in a situation like this. "Sam I want to help you help your friend, but I'm working on a job too. I can't drop this to help. It may lead me close to finding out..." "It's fine Mike, I just figure out of all the times I've helped you that you would help me with this."

"I have helped you Sam a lot of times, but I have to think about this. It could help me-" "That's all you have been thinking about. Your Burn Notice, how you can get back in, why you were burned. Other things are more important than you getting burned!" Michael stood up and got in front of Sam. "Don't you think I know that! I help people all the time Sam! Do you think that's all I think about? I help you on jobs when I can."

"I have other things to do, but when you call I drop it to help you! I make sacrifices all the time to help you. Like Miss Reynolds car, several of my relationships, so I could help my best friend." "You act like it's a chore to help me Sam. I call you because I thought you wanted me to. You even said yourself 'you have to call me when this stuff happens'." Said Michael, yelling.

"It's the same thing Mike. I came to you, because I thought you would want to help and have my back, but apparently I'm just one of your disposable friends!" I yelled, in the same tone. "Since when have any of my friends been disposable? Unless you're saying that I let Jared die!" "Well if the gun shoots-" "Get out Sam!" "You read my mind." I said, going out the door, grabbing my beer. "Oh and Weston loose my number."I slammed the loft's door. I ran down the stairs and stood by my car.

I ran my fingers through my hair, grabbed the beer and threw it against the wall. I opened up the car door, slammed the door so hard I thought it was going to break, and took off.

Is this going to be the end of their friendship? Since when has Sam called Michael by his last name? What job is Michael doing and why is it so important? Why is Fiona in Orlando? And who is this Christopher and is he what he seems? All these questions will be answered soon

Peace Out,

Silver Wolf