I probably shouldn't be starting this, but here goes. LOL. This is a collection of oneshots for the Lady Antebellum CD Own The Night. I've already done several of these collections for In Plain Sight and House MD, so I went with the flow. And every song from this CD reminds me of Michael and Fiona. At the beginning of each oneshot, there will be several lines from a song off the CD. I'm going in the order that the songs play on the CD, and they probably won't all be in the same universe. Enough of my chatter. Enjoy the first chapter of We Owned The Night!

Disclaimer: Not mine!

MFMFMFMFMF

We woke under a blanket, all tangled up in skin

Not knowing in that moment we'd never speak again

But it was perfect, I never will forget

When we owned the night

-Own The Night

Michael Westen sighed quietly in the cool Ireland night.

He was in bed with Fiona Glenanne, asset turned girlfriend, and he couldn't bear to move. His arm was wrapped snugly around her, allowing her to curl into his side. She had said more than once that he gave off more heat than a furnace, and she seemed to like that. She could never seem to get close enough to him at night, which was such a contradiction to her normal, hard as nails façade that she maintained during the day.

Smiling, he looked down at her sleeping face. She had the features of an angel, which were normally so hard in the day. She had to be like that. If she was any different, anyone would walk all over her. And really it made him feel blessed, to know that only he was privy to this side of her.

His mind couldn't help straying to darker thoughts as he held her closer. For weeks, his trainer had been calling him, telling him that he had to get the hell out of Ireland, or it would wind up costing Michael his life. But what was his life really worth if she wasn't in it?

Nothing.

His phone went off again. Swearing softly, he grabbed it and held it to his ear. A minute later, the phone fell from his hand.

Fiona stirred against him, murmuring softly.

Swallowing thickly, Michael kissed her head and stroked her arm gently until he was certain that she was sleeping again. Then, with great reluctance, he slid away from her and quietly dressed in the darkness.

It took him less than five minutes to dress and pack his few belongings. There wasn't much worth taking, except a few files and pictures of Fiona. He didn't dare leave one behind. Once he was packed, he went back to the bed. Fiona still slept peacefully, her head on his pillow and her arm outstretched where he had laid. His heart broke as he reached out and touched her cheek, and she leaned into his hand.

"I'm so sorry, Fi."

She continued to sleep, and after another minute, he walked out of her apartment and out of her life, into the cold Ireland rain.

The End.

A/N: Next up, Just A Kiss. Thanks for reading, and please review!