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Victor Stecker Fanfiction (Burn Notice -Oneshot

When Michael recruited you for this job, you were skeptical. In his situation you knew he didn't have many friends aside from Fiona and Sam that he could truly trust, so him coming to you was what you expected.

"(Y/N) please, we have to help him. " you just shook your head. "Correct me if I'm wrong but didn't he try to kill you?"

"He was getting back at the people that hurt him, it wasn't personal. "

"Right, well good luck. I told you I don't do this anymore. "

"He lost his family (Y/N)"." That made you freeze. "They killed his wife and kid just to recruit him. If that happened to me, if someone hurt the people I cared about, I can't say that I wouldn't consider the same thing. He's just like me (Y/N), please, don't let him die." you gritted your teeth. "It's low to play that move."

He knew all about your past, there's no way you would walk away now. "Fine, but it's gonna cost you. " Michael just wore that stupid grin, and you smiled shaking your head.

"You're such a menace Michael Westen."

"I do what I can."

~~~~~~

So that is what landed you in your current predicament.

"Seems like I got here just in time." shrugging off the scuba gear, Michael watched your soaking wet form in relief. "Happy to see me?" He was laughing softly. "Ecstatic." Victor squinted between the both of you, still holding the his bullet wound. "Not to break your little reunion, but there is a bullet currently lodged in my gut. Doesn't make for the best sitting arrangements."

You just glanced at the wound. "You were right, he is an optimist." kneeling, you opened the pocket on your right. Taking out a pill you gave it to him. "You need to take this, it'll help with the pain. You're gonna need to work up every last bit of your strength to get out of here." Victor shook his head, turning back to Michael. "You know as well as I do that I'm not getting out of this alive. " He was struggling to stay upright.

"I got it handled. There's a bomb under this boat."

"Yeah we know. Carla wanted to leave us a parting gift. Fiona dealt with her but there's still an army out there that wants the both of us dead."

"That may not be such a bad thing. " you spoke, they both gave you a look. " you frowned a little because you were still holding out the pill. "Listen, we can stay here and chat, or I can use my plan and we may just make it to see another Christmas." Michael of course was down for anything. Victor seemed reluctant, but he took the pill, swallowing it with a groan.

"Now put this on." It was an extra oxygen mask.

"Micheal, I need you to fire your weapon, then surrender. You can be the hero. They just lost two operatives, and I don't think they went through all this trouble just to kill you."

"They've got the boat surrounded, how do you suppose we leave." Victor grumbled.

"Same way I got in. Underneath." You smirked, advicing Michael to give you a hand as you lifted Victor off the ground. He grunted, but staggered to his feet. "You don't really expect him to swim in this condition, and he's losing a lot of blood. "

"Don't worry Michael, that little pill doesn't just deal with pain. It's clotting his blood as we speak. We'll have ten minutes before it starts to wear off. If you give me some time I can get the both of us out of here in five. "

"I can do that." He cocked his gun, and you helped Victor put on the mask. With a nod to Michael, you moved to the small entry you'd made to get in. The water had already started to fill up. You pulled the lid you made, and the water started gushing in faster.

"This is our way out." Ushering him down, you watched his head go under the water before pulling on your own mask, following him under. You could see he was struggling slightly, it wasn't easy to swim with a bullet in your body. Taking his shoulders, you tried balancing some of his weight as moved forward. When you got a reasonable distance away, you raised your head slightly out of the water. Victor surfaced with another low grunt.

You smiled from your spot when you saw Michael get into the helicopter. Now that he was out of the way, you could follow through with your plan. You pulled out a detonator, and Victor raised a brow. From the side, the SWAT Team was closed to breaching the boat. "Not today sunshine." With a click, the boat exploded, flames raging high. The few men that were within distance were forced back, and you could feel the blast make a heavy wave in the water, nuding you and Victor further back.

"What's with Michael's women and explosions." Victor muttered. You just smiled. "Come on, at least you can say thanks. As far as they know, Victor Stecker is dead. Cops will be looking into this, and I don't think Management wants anyone poking around. You should be grateful to Carla, her little bomb gave my own an extra boost. "

"I'll remember to thank her in the next life."

"Hopefully that's not soon, let's get out of here." Diving back under, you pulled Victor along, waiting a few minutes before you came out.

****

It took three weeks to help Victor back on his feet. After attending to the bullet wound, you carried him to one of your safe houses. It was a small apartment in Miami. Not many people knew about it, Michael being the exception. Since you were a registered bounty hunter, you had ways of making yourself invincible. In your profession there was always a chance that you'd tick off someone.

Having multiple venues across Miami was a good way to ensure safety. When the residual danger was over, Michael checked in with you to see how Victor was doing. You advised him against visiting.

Management was still looking into him, and if they discovered that not only he helped Victor escape, but he was still associated with him, it would not have ended well. Victor was surprisingly a very cooperative individual. You'd dealt with a couple spies, the fall out of nearly being killed wasn't a pleasant experience. You thought for sure he'd act all macho and try to do everything on his own. But he accepted your help when he needed it. Even thanked you after every encounter. You were starting to realize he wasn't the psycho Michael assumed at the beginning. You guessed it was really due to his lost family that he fell off the edge.

"So, I have to ask, how did you and Michael meet." you blinked, shifting to get a piece of gauze to apply to his wound. Usually when you were dressing his wounds he told you of some of his missions back when he was a spy, and you'd entertain him by giving some hilarious stories of the bounties you captured. That question though, it was a tough one. You were sort of hoping the topic would never arise. Friendly banter was one thing, but personal issues of the past, that was another.

"Come on, it can't be any worse than my most recent brush with death." When he saw the way your fists tightened on the pair of scissors, the humor left his voice. That pain in your eyes, he knew it way too well. "You too huh." he didn't clarify what he meant, but you didn't even need it.

"Who did you lose?" You were never one to go spilling your guts to people. Especially ones you'd only know for less than a month. Maybe it was the genuine look in his blue eyes. One of understanding and sympathy. Not what you would expect from someone like him. It could also be the fact that you knew he could relate. Whatever it was, it gave you a strange sense of comfort.

"My family. Parents were in the house when the shots went off. Cops said it was a robbery, but I knew better. My dad was a retired spy. A lot of secrets, a lot of enemies." you mumbled. You're head lowered and you snipped the excess gauze of his bandage. "My sister she..she was only two. They didn't have too..she wouldn't have been able to identify them. They could have..could.." A single tear streaked down our cheek, and you pressed the back of your palm to your nose.

With a few labored breaths, you finally wiped at your face, schooling your features back to normal. You were about to get up and leave. It was a bit pathetic in your eyes, letting anyone see you so vulnerable. The palm that pressed to your cheek softly made you tense. Victor was watching you, empathy reflected in his sapphire gaze.

"I guess we're both just broken and alone then." You inhaled, letting out a shaky breath. You were finding it a bit difficult to say much with him touching you so tenderly. His hand felt so soft, not something you expected with his past. For a split second your eyes slipped to his lips, but you caught yourself, moving back and out of his reach. His eyes lifted, and you just ran a hand over your cheek.

"I-I should get started on Dinner." Just like that you rushed out of there. The minute you were out of sight, your back pressed to the wall, with a heavy sigh, you bit your lip. "Shit." Apparently you'd gotten closer than you initially thought. And it was terrifying.

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One more week of you playing doctor, and Victor decided it was really time for him to move on. It wasn't like you didn't expect it. He wasn't going to stay with you forever. Still, you got so accustomed to it, to him.

"It's been a wild run, but I should get out of here. I think I've caused you enough trouble." He smiled, and you just giggled. "Please, you're a much better patient than Michael. Don't think I would have lasted a day if it were him I was nursing back to health."

"Mr. Westen does have that charm." With a small smile, you reached over, pulling him into a hug. Somehow you'd found a very unplanned and unlikely friend. "Don't be a stranger, and try not to catch any more bullets in the near future." He held you close, running a hand over your back. "I'll do my best." You both stayed there for a while, neither really wanting to separate. When you finally did, he was still smiling down at you. He leaned in, and you actually blushed when he pressed a kiss to your cheek.

"Thank you (Y/N), for everything." When he leaned away, he seemed proud at the obvious flush on your cheeks. Pulling the bag unto his shoulder, he gave your arm a gentle squeeze right before he started heading for the car. You took slow steps, and as he ducked to get into the car, you wanted to say something, maybe convince that he really didn't have to leave. But the guarded side of your brain kicked in, and you closed your mouth, giving him one last smile as he pulled out of your driveway. Gone. Possibly forever.

~~~~~

~Two Years Later~

"Oh Michael, quite a pickle you've gotten us into once again. " he ducked at the next bullet that hit barrels you were hiding behind.

"Could we not discuss this right now!" You smirked. "I think now is the perfect time to discuss this." you raised your own gun, firing a shot at your assailants before moving back behind for shelter. "So how do you suppose we get past those two thugs. I'm almost out of ammo and they're just getting started. "

"I'm thinking."

"Well think faster einstein. Of all the days we could be doing this it just had to be Valentine's day. I have a bottle of wine and junk food waiting at home. "

"You think I planned this, what do you think Fiona's gonna do if I miss our date." You winced. "Your right, she'll rip your arms out."

"You think!!" His yell made the men on the other side laugh. For a second you thought they were gonna move in, but then you heard two other shots, and bodies dropping to the floor. There was a yell and sounds of struggling and you glanced at Michael who just shrugged.

"You both can come out now, I've dealt with the problem." That cheeky voice, it made you raise slowly. You were stunned to see the azure eyes that looked back at you. Your eyes shifted and you could see the two men on the ground tied up, duct tape around their mouths. "Cops will be here in five so I suggest we get a move on."

Michael was already moving from behind the barrels. You could see the small smile that graced his face. "Never thought I'd be so happy to see a guy who tried to kill me." Victor returned the smile, patting his back. "Glad you've found it in your heart to forgive me." You stopped when you were standing in front of him, and when his eyes landed on you, they lit up slightly.

"I..honestly didn't think I'd ever see you again."

"I'm offended, I do owe you after all. Thought I'd finally pay back." For a few moments you just smiled at each other, and Michael's eyes moved between you. "Can we, you know, leave. Not to sure the cops will be looking forward to hearing our side of the story."

"Right, let's go." you all headed for where Victor had parked a car, and in the distance, you could hear the police sirens wailing. As soon as you were all in the car Victor pulled off. "So what brings you to this part of Miami, not trying to kill someone else are you?" Michael questioned. Victor eyes moved to the rear view, and you caught it. "Don't worry I'm not offing anyone. Let's just say I had some unfinished business." you swallowed at the way his gaze penetrated you. You turned your head, looking out the window to try and regain some composure.

Victor had dropped off Michael, and you slid into the passenger seat, buckling your seatbelt. The moment you were next to him, Victor sent a smile your way. "So, where to, still got that place at South beach." You nod at him, trying to keep your face neutral. For some reason you were a little weary.

Victor hadn't completely dropped off the face of the earth. Every few months he'd send a letter, or even call you on a burner cell. That day he'd left, you expected him to cut all ties, but he hadn't. Now he showed up out of nowhere, and you didn't know how to feel. Those repressed feelings from that short time you spent together were quickly resurfacing. You kept your eyes out at the streets, silent as Victor kept his eyes on the road.

"He's just passing through."

He probably had a job or some kind of business here. The last letter he sent he told you he was now working as a bounty hunter, under a different name of course. You should have been glad that you had a somewhat positive impact on his life. At least he was catching criminals instead of killing them.

"Giving me the silent treatment, am I in the dog house." you looked over, and he still had his eyes trained forward. "No I just..I'm surprised." you mutter the last part, tugging at the hem of your shirt. "Would you believe me if I said I missed you." nibbling on your lip, your palm closed over the edge of your shirt. "I missed you too Victor." One of his hands slipped off the wheel, and he took your hand softly, pulling it away from your shirt and linking your fingers. The warmth felt so familiar, even though you'd never even held his hand before. "Still as soft as I remembered." you mused. So for the entire ride back, he never let go, just squeezed your hand comfortingly.

Slipping the key into your door, you stepped in, flicking on the light. Removing the gun from the back of your pants, you grinned when you checked how many bullets were left. "Good thing you showed up when you did, not sure I would have taken them down with just two bullets. " he nods at you, shutting the door as you moved to put away the weapon.

"Michael says I have a knack for showing up at bad times. Guess it paid off." You let out a soft laugh from the other room. When you walked back into the living room you slipped off the t-shirt, revealing a black tank top. That job took out a lot more than you anticipated. You huffed, and when you looked up Victor was just staring at you. For a second you forgot who you were with. You basically just striped in front of him.

Around Michael you never thought twice. He was like your brother. But this wasn't Michael. You tried to play it off, taking a step back with a nervous giggle. "Where's my hospitality, you must be tired from your trip. You can crash here until you've finished your job. I don't mind. Are you thirsty, I got some beer in the fridge."

You draped your shirt at the back of the couch, heading into the kitchen. Maybe the air from the fridge would cool down your body, and rushing thoughts. You could hear Victor's steps behind you, and you grabbed two beers, shutting the fridge and spinning around. "So I got-" you didn't have a chance to finish, because he was a lot closer than you expected. "Woah, scared me." you spoke with a little smile. He took both bottles from your hands, placing them down on the counter before turning back to you.

You felt cornered, trapped. Because you were pressed to the marble surface, and Victor's eyes felt like they were trying to say something.

"I didn't come back for a job (Y/N). I came back because our calls and letters....they weren't enough."

"I-I'm sorry. I tried to send a couple earlier but I'd get so caught up in my gigs and time would just fly by I didn't mean to."

The fact that he was a few inches taller than you didn't really help. He was almost towering. You felt too vulnerable in this situation. You didn't like the lack of control you had. Especially around him. He smiled, entertained that you were apologizing for something you had no control over. It wasn't like you had to respond to him, he was touched that you made the effort.

"That's not what I meant. What I mean is I want more. I've wanted more since that day you told me about your family. " You remembered, how could you forget. The way he looked at you, touched you, it was engraved in your mind. What scared you is the fact that you were feeling so much for a guy you'd never even properly kissed.

You'd saved his life one time, yet you were clinging unto him like he was the one who rescued you, and you were trying to repay some debt. In a crazy way he did save you. That day, you cried, more than you did when you lost your family. After that you felt light, like it was needed. You'd bottle up so much over the years and pretended it didn't exist. If he didn't ask that day, you would probably still be carrying that load.

"Well, you were right, we're both broken and alone." This time when his hand reached out, you thought it would land on your cheek, the same gesture as last time. But his thumb grazed your lips, and you had to hold your breath, because your pulse increased.

"I think I'm done with being that way, don't you agree?" he said it so softly, and when he took his last step forward, he pressed into you, and now you were scared he could hear the way your heart was hammering against your ribcage.

"Victor.." He shuddered at the way you said his name. Laced with emotion. He took his time, bringing his lips closer, and when your hand stopped his advances, he looked down at you. There were tears in your eyes, and he knew exactly why. You were a mirror of him. You'd toughen yourself up to the world. In this case you had to be far younger than he did. You weren't even given the chance to form a family of your own. In a lot of ways he was fortunate for the years he did have with his.

"I can't...I don't want to..." You didn't want to let him get any closer than he already had. Because that was just another opportunity that you could lose it all again. You barely survived the first time. "You're not going to lose me. I didn't come here to join Michael's little crazy bandwagon. I want you to run away with me. Somewhere quiet, no wars, no death. Just two people living regular lives. " His offer made your eyes widened.

Was he serious?

"When I was out there, catching bad guys I..it reminded me of why I started before. Talking with you, as short as it was, it reminded me of a time when I was happy. Truly happy. I want a chance to feel that again, and I want to do it with you. We can make new identities, start fresh. Just follow wherever it takes us. If you realize that it's not worth it and you want to leave, then you can, I won't stop you. But at least try, please try with me (Y/N)." his eyes were pleading. Everything he was saying, you could just imagine it. Being in a small town, no chasing scumbags or battling drug lords. Just a normal, simple life.

"Okay." He blinked, and the genuine surprise in his eyes made you smile. "Why do you look so shocked, you nailed that speech."

"I was kind of bluffing, but I guess it worked. " you scoffed, laughing. "You're lucky you're a smooth talker." he returned your smile, finally closing the distance. That kiss, it was all you anticipated, and so much more. He was so gentle, but passionate. A wonderful mix. With your body pinned to the counter, you pushed yourself up, hooking your legs around his waist as you pulled him in. He groaned, slipping his hand into your hair, slanting his mouth over yours eagerly.

The kiss was long overdue. He couldn't seem to keep his hands off of you, and you were having the same problem. You started unbuttoning his shirt hurriedly, dying to feel his skin. The moment you got it free, you pushed it down his shoulder, running your hands down his firm body. Your hands drifted lower, lips still locked, and when he felt your hands on his buckle, he took both your hands softly, retracting reluctantly.

With heavy breaths, you watched him hungrily, a little annoyed now that he was depriving you of what you wanted. Victor's breathing wasn't that much better. His eyes were still closed, and he pressed his forehead to your shoulder.

"As much as I...want this to progress, I'm thinking maybe I should take you out first." you whined, planting little kisses on his neck to get your point across. His grip on your hands tightened slightly and you smiled.

"Dinner sounds nice, I'm starving." you cooed, nipping at his ear. He inhaled, releasing your hands, finally opening his eyes. He leaned back to stare at you, and you could see the way his eyes were dilated. You had him right where you wanted him. "You're really not making this easy on me. Here I was trying to be a gentleman. "

"If you really want to be a gentleman then you should take care of your woman properly. Don't you think." With a suggestive look, you slipped off the counter.

"Take care of me Victor." he didn't need to be told twice. This time when he kissed you there was a lot of unfiltered need, and you revelled in it, returning it with just as much. Victor picked you up, and you wrapped your hands around his neck, giving him a loving smile.

This was one of the few times you were grateful for Michael, because that favor he'd enlisted you for, it changed your life.

And now you had a shot of starting a new one, with someone special.

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