Disclaimer: I don't own Prison Break.
Passion was about to find two unlikely partners in Michael Scofield and Sara Tancredi.
As he entered the infirmary, music played softly in the background. He walked over to her side of the room and rolled up his sleeve.
"Michael." She said his name, but, there was no eye contact. He looked exceptionally handsome although his attire had been the normal prison wear. Maybe, it was his five o'clock shadow which she had the urged to run her fingers onto his face.
"Dr. Tancredi." He acknowledged and rolled up his sleeve. She rubbed alcohol on his arm and inserted the needle into his vein. He then slowly rolled down the sleeve of his shirt.
"You're done." She had that need you, want you look in her eyes as his eyes met hers.
Michael walked towards the radio and turned up the volume. She watched him every step of the way as he bravely approached her.
He held out his hand. Something drew him to her side. "Shall we dance?" It was all he had said. She hesitated at first, but then, she extended her hands to him. He nodded, smiled, gently took her hands, pulled her close and wrapped his arms tightly around her slender waist. His face nuzzled her hair.
She surprised him when she twined her arms around his neck and she laid her head on his shoulder. Michael had expected rejection. He hummed softly in her ears as they held each other ever so tight, which left no space between them. They swayed slowly to the sound of the music.
After several minutes, they were still locked in embrace, took slow steps to a tune of the music which had already ended. Michael and Sara danced to a silent song only they alone heard.
What exactly does a prison inmate and a doctor have in common? There was just one thing. Love.
"Will you wait for me, Sara?"
She nodded. "I'll save a dance for you when you get out, Michael."
The End