May 6, 2019
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
"Wait, wait- Back up, Guerin. You died?"
"I guess if that's what you call bleeding out on Max's floor after being stabbed in the neck by a broken syringe then yeah I died," Michael returns, casually, as if he hasn't just admitted to dying. "It was a crazy night."
aka Liz Ortecho can’t not meddle and try to fix the mess these two idiots have gotten themselves in. Post 1x13, fix-it fic.