This is my first fic in awhile, and I don't have a Beta, so if anyone would like to help me in that department, please. J
Well..I hope you like this.
No going back.
Time was running out. Or she was just running out of time, Sara wasn't sure which. The only thoughts that swam her pretty little head were that of Michael when he had mentioned that people could be after her, but of course she had dismissed him right then and there.
"Sara, oh sweet Sara, Come out wherever you are"
The voice was that of Secret Agent Kellerman or whom she knew as "Lance". His voice was taunting her, trying to scare her out of hiding.
There are a few things if not more than he did not know about her, and for starters she was not intimidated by him. She certainly was not going to go out of her way just to suit his own needs.
She bounced behind crates that surrounded the abandoned warehouse, the air was stifling icy and she was scared to death.
"Sara"
He sounded more harsh this time but yet faint. His footsteps she can hear along the hard wood.
Sara knew she had to get out of there otherwise he is going to have her boxed in and nowhere to go.
Her eyes darted from the figure walking down towards her and knew she had to think of other ways of getting out of this situation.
She then noticed a small door on one side of the warehouse, she was In pure darkness and hoped that she could secretly get to the other side before Kellerman found her.
"Creak, Creak"
The old wooden floor began to creak with every step she took and although she had no other choice she took a run for it.
"Hey where do you think you are going"
He yells from the other side of the room, without even thinking her feet took off running as fast as they can take her.
Please don't let my legs give out on me
She hoped and prayed that she could get as far away from him that she possibly could. This was definitely not how she pictured how she would be spending her night but yet here she was running from the Secret Service who most likely have a hit out on her.
"Great just what I need, more people gunning for me" she grumbled under her breath, her heart pumping as fast as she was running.
Omg why didn't I think of this earlier.
A vague memory just occurred to her, when she was younger her Father had taken her to this abandoned House not far from town but it was somewhere nowhere knew about, it was her last hope.
Kellerman looked down the street in search for some movement, some live spirit that of his target.
Silence, just silence which only meant one thing. Nothing, he lost her.
"Damn"
He growled to himself and his voice suddenly echoed, not used to running as much when he was a bit younger he was out of breath.
What was he going to do now? The company wasn't going to like this one bit, because he only had one thing to do and he failed to do so.
At times there were moments where he regretted what he had to do, but it all good for the country right?
So he keeps telling himself everyday, there was only one hope left inside him. That they couldn't fire him for his wrongdoings and there may be a way of trying to track her down in a attempt to accomplish his task.
For now there was no sign of her and he wasn't even sure this was the way she had came.
He turned back toward the Warehouse to where his car was located to report back reluctantly to which he knew was not going to be the most pleasant conversation.
Fifteen or twenty long minute later Sara arrived at the house, and since there was no electricity she knew where the candles were,
Having the lights on would alert suspicion and that was the last thing she wanted, people to get curious.
Taking a few steps toward the left wall she then opened the bottom drawer of the cupboard and, taking out a few she then placed them on the floor while she locked the drawer back up.
After lighting them and putting them on the tables on both side of the couch, she sat down and flipped open her cell phone to check if she had coverage.
Thank goodness for something going right.
Going on to dial the number she was given to contact him if she ever need help.
One ring, two rings. Pick up damn you.
"Hello" The calm voice answered.
"Michael" she sighed in desperation.
"Sara, what's wrong?" He asked, pleading.
"The time is now" Those three words is all he needed to hear from her.
Before they hung up Michael only said one other thing and Sara knew exactly what he meant, there was no need for explaining.
"You know what you have to do"
It might have been just an ordinary string of words to everyone else, but to Sara it was a plan of action.
She may be still angry and upset with him because of how he made her feel in Fox River and then to feel used and betrayed, she has found a hard time in getting over that but she knew he was her only way of help.
The following night Michael Scofield opened the door to room 106 of the Sundown motel.
The room was as he expected it to be, small but cosy and closed off to everything.
Perfect.
Walking in he dimmed the lights and stood by the window at the corner of the room.
When not a moment later the front door opened and Sara slid in, her head down so that she would not have to look at him.
Michael turned around at the sight of her and from that moment his eyes were nowhere but on her, he waited til she would look at him.
"You made it"
The words stumbled out of his mouth but only just.
But she stayed silent and sat on the edge of the bed, her knees close together and placing her hands into her lap.
"Sara?"
He made his way toward her and sitting down next to her on the bed, he continued to stare at her but she wouldn't do the same.
"Are you alright?"
He asked her in a concerned tone, hoping that she wasn't hurt that nothing else had happened because she was dead quiet.
And the first time in five minutes since she had stepped foot into the room she had met his eyes, and for the first time since that time in the infirmary he saw that her eyes were cold. Nothing but stone coldness.
"Alright? You are asking me if I am alright? I have people gunning for me for heavens sake. I was almost killed and you are asking if I'm alright?.. No.. Michael I am NOT alright."
It wasn't the fact she had raised her voice enough for the town motel to hear that alarmed him, it was the fact that this was the first time he had seen how much what he did had done to her.
She wasn't the flirty, warm woman he had gotten to know somewhat in Prison. She was hurt and angry, not to mention feeling betrayed in the process.
"Sara I'm sorry"
Drops of tears began to roll down her cheeks, and even though it was dark there was no mistaking it.
"Michael no. I'm…."
She couldn't finish her sentence as her words were being choked on by her tears. All of a sudden they weren't just a few tears, she began to tremble and shake as she couldn't control herself from breaking down..
Her teeth chattered against each other, her breathing became more rapid as she held her face in her hands.
Seeing him again she thought she was prepared but she was very wrong, she was definitely not prepared for this.
Looking at him, seeing those eyes.
Eyes filled with regret and sorrow and most of all, as much as she didn't want to admit to herself love.
"Come here"
Michael took her shoulders and pulled her toward him, cradling her head which now rests against his chest, tears flowing out .
She cries.
For him, because of him and for herself.
She had kept everything bottled inside her for weeks, now after everything that has transpired she felt not strong enough to continue to do so.
Her fists had bits of his t-shirt bottled up inside the palms of her hands, unable to let go but he didn't mind.
He just wanted to keep her safe. To make sure she felt secure and that no harm would come to her when she was with him.
There isn't anything he isn't willing to do to protect her, he needed her to know that.
He caressed her face and cheeks while wiping the remaining tears away from her skin, removing the strands of hair that had settled around her mouth and eyes.
Some time later as she was exhausted and had run out of tears to cry, she slowly removed her hands from his shirt and looked up at him.
"I'm sorry.. I didn't mean.."
He cut her off before she could say anymore.
"Its okay, everyone needs to cry and let it all out every now and then"
He gave her a smile as a reassurance that everything was going to be alright, although he didn't know that himself but he wanted her to know that.
"Yeah, except you"
She said under her breath which Michael only just caught.
"What was that?" he asked her.
She paused for a moment and just shook her head.
"Never mind."
Taking his index finger he pulled her chin upwards so that they were in direct eyes contact.
"Tell me"
His voice was soft and gentle, just like it was early on during their first meetings at Fox River.
"I just said, yeah everyone but you"
She then closed her eyes shut again, unable to detect how he was going to respond.
"You would be surprised"
He sighed outloud and looked at the floor, making Sara turn again towards him curiously what he meant by that although she wasn't going to press him for details.
"Yeah well okay, umm so what now?"
Now that they had that out of the way, Sara wasn't sure where they are going to go from here or what they were meant to do. They wouldn't be able to stay here for good.
"We leave in the morning"
This wasn't a question toward her it was a statement, which cannot be negotiated one way or another.
"We?"
Sara had not thought that he would be taking her with him, she just had assumed they would meet up and he would tell her for a safe place to be until everything is all over.
"Yeah. We. I'm not going anywhere without you and I need to protect you ."
They didn't speak for minutes.
This is the first time they have been alone together, really alone without any Prison Bars or lies separating them and they don't' speak.
Michael turned on the nearby radio as he thought it may help to get them talking but things soon progressed.
A song came on and he asked her something that surprised her, pleasantly though.
"Would you like to dance?"
The first words. He reached out his hands towards her hoping for a positive response.
"Okay"
She stood up and gave him her hands as he led her to the centre of the room, where he placed his hands around her waist and she rested her arms around his neck.
It was something that felt very natural to them both, as if it was something they would do everyday.
I know there is something in the wake of your smile
I get a notion from the look in your eyes
You built a love but that love falls apart
A little piece of heaven turns to dark.
Listen to your heart
When he is calling for you
Listen to your heart
There isn't anything else you can do
I don't know where you're going
I don't know why
But listen to your heart
Before you tell him goodbye
They swayed to the music and wondered if the lyrics of the song was meant to tell them something.
The moonlight outside was lighting up the room, no not the room but just them as if they were the light in this dark world.
Michael was the one who was going to make the first move it seems as he closed the space between them so that they were only inches apart.
He starred down at her lips and then back up at her eyes.
Their lips almost touching when he did the most stupidest thing a man could ever do in this situation..
"Uh Nika…."
Sara stopped dead short and pulled away from him, stunned.
"Sara" He finally said.
But she backed away from him with disgust on her face walking towards the door.
"No no.."
He began to realize what just happened , but she was gone he heard the door shut . But there was no time to react before he was out after her, calling her name over and over.