A/N: Hey there! I haven't written in a long time…and no, I haven't forgotten about my other fic. Just wrote this in celebration of the fact that after a whole term of not being able to write because of school, I now can. This is just sort of a short fic, maybe about 3 chapters. Mostly from Sara's POV.
Sorry this chapter's short. I'll try to make it longer next time. Please tell me what you think. XD
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She found it weird that neither of them could say it directly to each other.
'The first thing they tell you when you take the job is never to fall in love with an inmate.' Ha! Please.
I mean, it's so simple. Three words, three syllables, seven letters. I, L,O,V,E,Y and U. Just seven, since O is used twice, one in LOVE and one in YOU. What was wrong with that? You could say it in less than a second for Pete's sake. She wondered. What was it about Michael that made her completely hollow? It was as if she was wiped clean of all the things she had learned over the past 29 years. Her brain magically transformed into an empty, tiny walnut shell.
She had strictly made it clear that she was never to involve herself with an inmate and what does she do? Fall in love with one. His name was Michael Scofield. She made it clear after she saw Michael and his wife outside of the conjugal room that she would reduce their relationship to doctor patient and what happens next? She kisses him, well, technically he kissed her but she didn't pull back did she?
Maybe it was his striking good looks, maybe it was his intense yet charming intellect OR maybe those beautiful deep rich ocean blue eyes. Or was it his so-called 'bad boy' persona?
Who was she kidding? She loved everything about him. Even the part about being one of the most wanted men in America.
She couldn't keep it anymore. She was obviously head over heels over this guy and she couldn't even tell him to his face.
After this moment of thought, she ran and caught up to Michael, who was walking ahead to the hotel.
'Michael.' She whispered in his ear.
'Hey. What's up?' Michael frantically said, still walking towards the hotel. Sara, annoyed by this "gesture," tried to hold Michael back.
'Michael, wait.' She said grabbing his arm.
'What?' Michael asked, looking annoyed.
'Uh… never mind. Not important.'
Michael, looking seriously irritated and confused, replied, 'Well, let's get going then!' as he started jogging to the hotel.
Crap. Why is he making this so hard? Sara thought as she started walking towards the hotel, following Michael.
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Bea