A/N: Hey guys. I'm back with another Prison Break fic. This is my first PB WIP, so be nice okay?
Rating: R to be safe.
Pairing: MiSa, possible future hints of Linc/Jane
Summary: After Michael sacrifices himself for Sara, things take on a new twist and the group ends up on the run again. Post-2x22 Sona. Slightly AU.
ANOTHER PLACE TO FALL
Chapter One
ANOTHER PLACE TO FALL
Chapter One
"Murder is not something we take lightly on Panamanian soil…" the police's shouts and threats are heard from outside by Sara.
"Michael, I took a man's life," Sara said as the horror set in. She took a man's life. It was everything she didn't believe in – yet there she was – a murder. And somehow, she felt no true regret.
"Don't think about that now," came Michael's reply. "You and I have got a date, remember? Two limes and a couple of beers, don't forget that," Michael paused. "Give me the gun."
Sara couldn't process it all. "I took a man's life…" she repeated, shaking from head to toe, breath coming heavy.
Michael kissed the back of her neck and spoke into her ear. "We're gonna walk out of here together. And we'll tell them exactly what happened."
Sara covered he face with her hands, letting out a dry sob. She shook her head lightly, overwhelmed.
"Look at me," said Michael. "Look at me, look at me, look at me…" he raised Sara's head towards his. "And we're going to tell them what happened."
Sara nodded. "Okay," she said, her voice cracking.
Michael continued, "We're going to explain everything…and I'm going to do whatever I can to help you." He brushed his thumb gently across Sara's cheek as he spoke. "Okay?" She nodded mutely in response. After a moment, Michael spoke. "Now give me the gun."
"Here," Sara said softly, handing him the gun she had used to take a life.
Sara took a deep breath, and the two stood up. "You ready?" Michael asked.
In response, Sara pulled him into a tight, desperate embrace. 'This could be it' she thought to herself. She let out a shaky breath and said quietly, into the base of Michael's neck, "I love you."
Michael fought to hold back tears. "I love you too, Sara."
Sara placed a hand on his face, and she kissed him then fiercely, praying to God that it wouldn't be for the last time. She back after several moments, catching her breath. "Okay."
"Alright?" Michael asked with a tender smile.
"Yep," came her quiet reply.
With that the two stepped outside, and everything changed.
Suddenly, there was a gun to Sara's head, and it was in the hands of the man she loved.
"DON'T MOVE!" Michael shouts at the police. "I'LL SHOOT!"
"Michael, what are you doing?" Sara asked, slowly coming to the realization of his sacrifice.
Michael ignored her. "NOBODY MOVES! Nobody!" Michael spoke again, quietly, this time, to Sara. "You sacrificed everything for me once," his voice sounded breathless and shaky.
Sara spoke quietly, fretfully. "No…"
"NO!" came Michael's shouts once more. "No! Don't move!"
Sara fought against his grip. "No, I'm not going to let you do this…Michael, Michael!"
He wouldn't hear it. He said softly, "Now it's time to say thank you." Michael let go of Sara and put his hands up in surrender. "It was me!" he shouted to the police. "It was me!"
"No!" Sara tried to contradict him, "No, no, no, he's not…he's innocent! He had nothing to do with it…please!" Sara cried out desperately.
"I did it," Michael continued.
"He's done nothing wrong," Sara continued. "He hasn't shot anybody! He hasn't hurt anybody…Michael, tell them the truth! MICHAEL! HE'S DONE NOTHING WRONG!"
Michael said nothing.
The police looked between them, unable to figure out what to do.
Gunshots.
There were gunshots of the other side of the clearing causing chaos. The police all looked at each other, the leader saying something unintelligible to his comrades in Spanish. They seemed to come to the decision that half of them would leave, and half would stay behind.
It hit Michael instantly. Lincoln.
"Fuck," he muttered under his breath. While only four cops remained, the rest had gone after his brother. He knew it was time to go. Two cops advanced towards him, and he raised him gone to them, then knocking them unconscious with the butt of the gun. Michael then advanced toward the two coming at Sara, ducking out of the way anytime one of them shot at them. After a few minutes of wrestling for their guns, Michael successfully knocked them out. He breathed a brief sigh of relief, grabbed Sara's hand, and they were off. Miraculously, after, several minutes of wandering through the woods, they were able to track down Lincoln, who had lost the feds. Michael and Sara had no time to ask questions.
It was time to run.
