Disclaimer: I don't own Michael or Sara.
Michael Scofield's heart ached painfully at the sight of his prison doctor. He knew it was against all rules of having some sort of relationship with Sara Tancredi, other than just a doctor/patient relationship. But, he promised himself, those rules were meant to be broken.
Sara never imagined that she'd go home at nights and cry on her pillow over some prison inmate. She doesn't remember the last time she cried over anyone. Tears dribbled down her face. Instead of wiping it away, she allowed her tears to run freely. His fingers pressed against her cheeks, she imagined. Gently, he would caress her face. She envisioned her head as it rested on his shoulder as she felt the hard thumping in his heart. They'd embrace each other tightly, but, lovingly. He would rock her slowly back and forth in his arms. He'd whisper "I love you" into her ear and "I love you, too" would be her reply as she nuzzled him.
He could clearly see her beautiful eyes as it fluttered before him as he is sprawled on his bed in his cell. It's like he hadn't existed until she came into his life. Michael knew that things were happening between them. Silently. He smiled slightly to himself and closed his eyes. He hoped his dreams would one day become a reality. But, then, they would eventually suffer the consequences. Their relationship would definitely be forbidden. After all, it was against all rules, for now anyway.
The End