halfamoon | Picspam - Burn Notice

I wanted to share with you one Fiona Glenanne, the extraordinary leading lady of Burn Notice, because there's rather more ambivilancy toward her in fandom than I find personally acceptable. She is awesome and everyone should love her!

So, originally I was going to write fic (Working Title: Fiona's Adventures In NYC.) but it's 4,000 words long and shows no sign of stopping.

So, I went with the backup plan and thus, we have PICSPAM:

I apologize briefly for the quality of some of the caps; I'm working largely from the analogue broadcast rather than the HD broadcast or from DVD rips.

When we first meet Fiona, she's just come down from New York because Michael still had her listed as his emergency contact. Even though he'd previously ran off leaving not so much as a note.

So Fi kicks him. And calls him a bastard. And sounds really amused by the prospect of his potential imminent demise.

She also manages to finagle dinner out of him. (Fiona could kill you with those chopsticks.)

And really, how gorgeous is Gabrielle Anwar?

Later, Fi and Michael are assailed by his creepy drug-dealer neighbor whose customers Michael had previously sent on their way. He's seen the gun. She lets him know she'll handle it.

Oh, is that a gun?

It's really quite small.

So she head-butts the creepy drug-dealer neighbor, then ...

takes his gun and hits him with it. All that effort and she doesn't even get invited inside!

This is how we're introduced to Fiona Glenanne, a woman of many talents.

Early in the first season, Michael is hesitant to have a key to his loft made for Fiona. Not that this is a problem; she is perfectly capable of letting herself in. With a hairpin.

Eventually she gets her key.

Fiona's idea of cocktail hour includes the word "Molotov."

She fixes cars.

And is handy in the kitchen. (That's not cake batter she's making while the boys are busy playing with fondant; it's military-grade C-4 ...

Really good military-grade C-4.) She doesn't particularly care for money-launderers. They're still finding pieces of last one she had to deal with scattered around Belfast.

She can also make high explosives out of packing peanuts. No kidding.

It really speaks toward her mastery of the craft that she hasn't perished in a firey explosion of her own devising yet.

She can shoot anthing.

Michael has this to say about Fi's skillz: It takes a good marksman to shoot you at 50 feet from a moving car, but it takes a great marksman to miss...while making it look like they are trying to hit you...or markswoman as the case may be.

And she'll have a damned good time doing it, too.

Everyone in this series has a full array of "Srsly u gais. U gais, srsly." looks, but Fi's are some of the best.

She can turn a cell phone and some other stuff into a car bomb on ten minutes notice.

Also, most of the times we see Fiona on her back? It's because she's about to blow something up, which is refreshing.

There is also the time that she kicks Michael's ass.

And then ravishes him in a womanly fashion. During the whole scene, she has more clothes on than he does. It's great.

These have been just few reasons why I love Fiona. She's everything I've been looking for in a lead female character for a very long time.