Title: Beyond difficult.
Pairings: Sara and Michael of course.
Summary: Its set straight after season 1. And will continue as AU. A MiSa fic.
And I don't own anything. Unfortunately Michael Scoffield is all Fox's creation - and they wont share.
"Sara..." The voice trailed in and out every so often. "Sara..." It was that voice again. Her eyes felt too heavy, she just wanted to be left alone. She ignored the voice, trying to drift back into the unconscious. Where she can dream about Michael, and the life they could never have. Then she heard a faint bleeping sound; trying to block out the sound of the woman's voice, she strained to listen to that faint noise. Where had she heard that sound before? Slowly, she opened her heavy eyelids.
The first thing that she saw was the woman, the culprit to her rude awakening. Sara looked around, barely focusing on the woman in the room with. She forced herself into a sitting position, eliciting many moans from her very weak body. She took in her surroundings. Ironically she woke up to find herself in the one place she has spent the majority of her adult life, but for a very different reason as to why she is here in this bed today. A hospital.
Sara sighed, and noticed the many tubes sticking into her pale weakened wrists. She slowly pulled them out, wincing at the slight pain it caused. After she had taken in her surroundings, she turned her attention back to the woman. The woman had a filled out figure, dark hair, and a soft caring face. She stood patiently awaiting Sara's response. "Katie..." Sara smiled.
Katie smiled, and walked around Sara's bed. "How ya feeling, girl?" Katie said with a cheery tone, noticing the distress on her friends features. Sara smiled, "I'm alright." She croaked out. Realising how dry her throat was, she groaned. Katie automatically stood and poured her friend a tall glass of tepid water. Sara smiled in thanks, and took the glass greedily - only then did her doctors intuition kick and tell her to sip the clear liquid. She sipped at the slightly warm drink, and then set it down on the side next to her. Her muscles aching form the movement. Only then, did she begin to wonder; what was she doing here? It was all a blur.
She slowly moved her hand to her head, closing her eyes, and thinking back over everything. She needed to clear everything out in her mind. Michael. He kissed her. She smiled at the thought. Then her smile faded as she came across another thought - He lied to her. She was part of his plan. His plan to escape, to save his brother. Then she suddenly remembered, she tried to overdose. She couldn't actually remember whether she wanted to take her own life. All she remembers was that she wanted all the pain to stop. And she needed the easiest way out. She was a willing participant to a break out from a maximum security prison. She left the door open - she aided and abetted this break out.
Sara took in a big breath of needed oxygen. "Am I alright to go home?" She asked Katie. Katie was so worried about her friend, Sara had tried to take her own life. She had been unconscious for over a week. And now, she was closing up, wanting to go home, and be alone. Katie nodded, "I think they need to do a few quick tests, make sure your blood pressure is..." Katie tried to explain. But Sara nodded the whole time, she knew the protocol with the release of a patient. "Do you want me to go sort it out for you. You look like you really wanna get outa this place" She smiled softly. Katie noted Sara's expression as a 'Yes please, just get me home' look.
Sara watched her friend leave the room, she glanced to her side and noticed some flowers. She frowned - she knew who they were from. He was never their for her, he just sent flowers. "Thanks dad" She muttered sarcastically to herself. Katie came back a few minutes later. "They're going to discharge you now, a nurse will be in shortly." Sara really wanted to know what had happened with Michael and the escape. Whether they had succeeded in their breakout. Or were they all back at Fox River - Most likely locked in the shoe - awaiting Pope wardens decision as to what to do with them now. But, as much as Sara trusted Katie, she just couldn't bring herself to ask her friend this question. Just in case it arose suspicion in her friend. She would just wait until she got home.
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Sara walked into her home, placing her keys on the side table. She slid her black shoes off her tired feet, and placed her jacket neatly over the chair in her porch. She headed straight into the kitchen and started on making coffee. She set her mug down, and placed her sugar and cream in, and waited for the click of the boiled water. Minutes later she was sat in her living room, watching the news, and sipping her hot mug containing a dark brown coloured substance.
"It is still unknown as to the whereabouts of Michael Scoffield and Lincoln Burrows. They were last reported running through a street not far from Fox River State Penitentiary, that was a week and a half ago..." The lady babbled on. A picture of the two brothers shot up on screen. "If anybody, knows of the whereabouts of these two men, please call this number" And a dark blue numbers moved from the left to the right of the screen. Sara sighed. At least that probably means they're safe. She groaned at her own impending thoughts. She shouldn't be worried about Michael, he lied to her. He used her. He probably hasn't even cast a thought her way, seeing how he got everything he needed out of her.
A part of Sara couldn't help but drifting back to their last time in the infirmary: "At first I had to be here, but then I wanted to be here... with you" She wanted so badly to believe what he had said to her. She wanted him to want her, the way she wanted him. She felt tears forming in her eyes from the thought of him. How could she have been so stupid? To trust an inmate like that, to let it get that far. She stopped the tears, and focused her attention on the re-run of friends now on the television. She smiled at Joey's pathetically child like imagination.
The show worked for about 10 minutes, she did get sidetracked. She forgot about him for a few moments, and she liked that the feelings she felt seemed to be hidden. Not gone, but not bothering her either. That glory was all but gone when Monica and Chandler started kissing in the hospital. Bringing back far too many memories - memories she wished so hard she could suppress.
She got up from the sofa and dragged her tired body to the bathroom. She wanted to have a quick shower, and sink into her comfortable bed for a long relaxing and overtaking heavy sleep. She was only in the shower for about 15 minutes. She had a good scrub, and washed her hair. She felt thoroughly refreshed. She walked into her room, and dried herself, before slipping into a tiny delicate nightie.
She slung her body onto her bed, and slid underneath her duvet cover. The coolness of the sheets against her warm body felt strangely relaxing. She leant onto her bedside table to turn the light out when she saw something. There sat on her dressing table was a new, carefully folded and crafted origami bird.
AN: Okay, I have never wrote a prison break fic before. So don't kill me, I'm just trying this out. Also I know it was quite a short chapter, I'm just trying to find out if it's worth writing or not. AND I know that not much happened in this chapter, nor probably the next but as soon as the explaining and stuff is covered, I'll be straight into the plot. I would love for reviews :)