Title: She
Character/Pairing: T-Bag
Prompt: #085. She
Rating: PG-13
Summary:She screams in silence/a sullen riot penetrating through her mind/waiting for a sign/to smash the silence with the brick of self-control
Author's Notes: Lyrics are from "She" by Green Day.
Beta: AlmostForgiven
Disclaimer: Not mine -- just taking them out for a little spin.
She . . .
She screams in silence
"And how are you this day . . . Theodore, is it?" She'd smiled at him from across the room and he'd smiled back, holding his tongue in check.
A sullen riot penetrating through her mind
"Would you mind stepping outside, please?" She'd turned to Bellick and made the simple request, gesturing to the door.
"I'd rather not, Doc." Bellick had given T-Bag a stern glare from his place near the door.
"I assure you, Captain, I can handle myself." She'd made the statement with such self-assurance that T-Bag had hardly been able to contain his laughter.
Are you locked up in a world
That's been planned out for you?
With nary a second thought, Bellick had left and T-Bag fondly remembered how warm Sara's hands had been as she'd pulled up his sleeve to get his blood pressure, completely unlike how he remembered the hands of his previous doctors.
"Think you might get a more accurate readin' a little farther south, Doc." He'd smirked at her, tantalizingly, but she'd ignored him and moved on to get his pulse, her delicate fingers lightly pressing against his wrist.
Are you feeling like a social tool without a use?
"Okay, Theodore," she'd pulled the stethoscope from around her neck and placed one hand on his back. "I need to you take a couple of deep breaths for me."
"You know, Doc," his hand had whipped back and wrapped around her wrist before he'd completely turned and pulled her close, his other hand cupped over her mouth, "I'm thinkin' it's you who's gonna be takin' a couple deep breaths for me."
He'd pushed her back, against the wall, both her arms trapped between her breasts and his upper chest.
Scream at me until my ears bleed
I'm taking heed just for you
He remembered she'd smelled like peaches. Nearly tasted like them too.
"You smell nice, Doc. Real nice." He'd ran his tongue along her cheek and the horrified look that had come across her face was priceless. "Taste nice, too. I wonder . . ." his hand had fallen to her waist, the fingers slipping under her pants waistband, "do you taste just as good down there?"
Bellick had popped him over the head only seconds later and the last thing he remembered from that day was Sara jumping over his slumped body and running from the infirmary.
Waking up this time
To smash the silence with the brick of self-control
"Come on, Pretty."
"No. We're not going to kill her."
"I never said I was gonna kill her, Pretty." He ran his thumb along Sara's cheek and she flinched and drew back. "Just want a taste."
He fell back when Michael socked him and stumbled over the coffee table. "Want her all to yourself, huh?" He dabbed at the blood slowly trailing down his chin with his tongue and smiled. "I got ya, Pretty, I got ya."
Scream at me until my ears bleed
I'm taking heed just for you
Pulling himself to his feet, a predatory grin taking shape, he took his time in pacing across the room to the smaller of the two bedrooms in the ramshackle hideaway. He gave one last glance at Sara, huddled next to the couch, knees pulled up to her chest, her face buried in them, before turning his wicked grin on Michael.
"Just a suggestion, Pretty, but, uh . . ."
Are you feeling like a social tool without a use?
T-Bag ran his tongue across his lips, savoring the memory as he recalled it once again.
Scream at me until my ears bleed
I'm taking heed just for you
". . . maybe you oughta ask the good doctor why she doesn't wear peach-scented perfume anymore, hm?"