Sara and Lincoln story, she knows he's innocent, but not because Michael or his friends told her, because of the look in Lincoln Burrows' eyes. He's not a killer, and she doesn't need the rest of the world to know that, she just needs him.
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Disclaimer: I don't own Prison Break, though wouldn't mind borrowing a certain strong, silent, muscular actor from the show … anyway …
A/N: I prefer to make romance fics of character who aren't in a relationship on the show, because you usually don't get to see them on screen, so you get wheat you can from writing/reading about them.
This story takes place before Michael got himself arrested, with a few minor differences.
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Sara sat in her office, tapping her pen on her desk, twirling a loose strand of hair with her other hand, lost in thought. Thinking about the only thing she thought about lately: Lincoln Burrows.
She had known him longer than the rest of the inmates, and from the moment she laid eyes on him, she knew there was something different about him.
She started watching him, keeping tabs on him through some of the more friendly correctional officers. She had discovered that he was the strong, silent type, kept to himself when he was out in the yard, and working P.I. There had been two riots in his time at Fox River, the first time he had found himself a quiet spot, and sat in prayer, the second time he had saved the life of a rookie C.O.
When she had heard about the last riot, she had made a point of making house calls, as well as assigning him to the infirmary overnight, or convincing the warden to schedule him extra yard time, more visitations with his family.
She had met his lawyer, Veronica, as well as his brother, Michael. They both seemed like good people, but Michael appeared to be the only one that truly believed in his innocence. Lincoln had confided in her once that Veronica was only his attorney because she felt she owed him for all the times he'd stood by her,
Sara couldn't help but feel annoyed at that. She wanted nothing more than to prove Lincoln's innocence, and she barely knew him. This Veronica woman had known him since they were kids, and she was only helping him out of guilt.
She didn't understand normal people. Normal people being non-convicts.
Much to her father's disappointment and complaint, she had taken the job at Fox River not to preach to the convicts, or try to show them what was right, but to show them that being where they were wasn't the end, and that she was willing to listen if they needed her.
Though, she was the first to admit, to herself only of course, that she went above and beyond with Lincoln Burrows.
Sighing she put down her pen and stood from her desk, slipping on her doc's coat and heading out of the infirmary, deciding to make another house call.
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She had grown accustomed to the dim light of the cells in death row. Certainly not as well as the inmates residing in them, but well enough to find the bed to sit on.
Lincoln was quiet as usual, not having expected her to be visiting him.
"How are you doing today, Lincoln?" she asked quietly, her face filled with concern, as well as sorrow.
She felt, more than saw, him shrug. "Okay, I guess."
She took his hand in hers, which had become a natural custom for them. "Anything bothering you?"
At first Lincoln didn't speak, seeming to be concentrating on something.
"Lincoln?"
Once again, she felt, more than saw or even heard, him moving on the bed, and then suddenly his lips were on hers, and she was gasping, and then suddenly, as quick as it began, it was over.
"I'm sorry," he said repeatedly, letting go of her hand and bringing both of his to his head, sliding off the bed.
"It's okay, Lincoln," Sara said, still reeling from the feel of his mouth, his breath on hers.
"No, it's not, I shouldn't have done that, Sara. I'm sorry," he mumbled, pressing his fingers against his temples, eyes closed.
Sara took a steadying breath and slid down onto the floor, next to Lincoln.
"Look at me," she implored quietly.
Lincoln shook his head. "I can't. I shouldn't."
Sara then brought her hand to the far of his face, bringing it around to face her. At first he kept his eyes closed, but he finally gave in, and looked her in the eye.
Sara's heart broke at the sadness in those eyes, and without a second thought, she moved in closer to him, with a quick whisper of, "It's okay," and then she was kissing him.
She knew it was wrong, she knew it could get her fired, she knew there were a million reasons for her not to do this, but there was one reason for her to do it, and that was enough. She wanted to.
Mover faster now, the kisses quiet but intense, she grabbed his shoulders, and swung her leg over him, straddling his hips.
Lincoln instinctively brought his hands to her sides, and then increased the pressure through his palms and digits, pulling her closer while at the same time adjusting himself to a more comfortable position.
Both breathing heavily through their noses, sighing into their kisses, and sinking into perfect bliss, barely had time to register the sound of the bed scratching the ground as their combined weight shifted it slightly, but enough.
Sara jumped away from him, standing and adjusting her clothes for good measure, happy that she had only been wearing lip balm, for otherwise they would have been busted by the evidence on both of their mouths.
"Everything ok in there?" the C.O. asked, opening the small "window" and peering inside.
"Yes, everything is fine, Ed," Sara replied, forcing herself to meet his eye. "You can close the window."
He nodded, and after a quick glance at Lincoln sitting on the floor, arms crossed over his chest, he slid the window closed again.
Sara let out a deep breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding, and tilted her head down to meet Lincoln's eyes.
"I'm sorry," he said again.
"Stop apologizing," she told him, sitting down again. "That took two people."
They were both quiet for a few minutes, and finally Lincoln broke the silence. "So … anything bothering you?"
Sara laughed, happy for the change of subject, though she was sure it wasn't permanent.
Lincoln sighed. "So, what are we going to do with this?"
Sara looked down at her knees before bringing them up to her chest. "I really don't know."
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A/N: End of Ch. 1. Please R&R, I'd love to know what you think of this story so far.