Title: Things We Have In Common

Author: Evil_Little_Dog

Rating: K+

Disclaimer: This is a derivative work, and, as such, I make absolutely no money writing this. Darn the luck.

Summary: Sometimes, Fiona doesn't understand.

Notes: Written for the LJ community, FMA_Fic_Contest

When you're a spy, you have to count on your allies. But they can change in a heart beat - someone you've known forever can suddenly back stab you. Being able to trust someone, really trust someone, know that person will have your back no matter what? It's beyond golden, and never, ever to be taken for granted.

They don't talk about the times they served in combat much. Or at all. Fiona notices that. Even if sometimes one of them says, "Remember, like in...?" and the other agrees, there's a lot more to the story she knows she isn't getting.

Not that she'd ask Sam. Sam would bullshit her the way he does, or blow her off. And Michael could be pretty close-lipped when it comes to past operations. She knows, despite all they've been through, there are things in their lives they've done that they're not proud of.

But she can watch them, and figure out things, because they both have tells. She can read when something's upsetting them, and when the reason for the agitation has to do with the past neither of them shares without a lot of coercion. They're sometimes a lot alike, Michael and Sam, sometimes irritatingly so, but they are hers, and she knows they'd do anything for her, and she knows if either of them calls, she'd answer.

Even if has to do with something she doesn't understand.

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