Okay, prepare for severe angst, sappiness, and romance with a hint of possible OOCness. This story is almost completely AU, because it was the 2nd fic I ever wrote :P
So it's old..way old ;) Like beginning of Season 1 old o.0
And remember: If I owned Prison Break..well, I'd be one happy lil beeatch .
Michael raised his hand and shook the empty bottle of beer, silently telling the bartender to give him another. He twisted the metal cap and downed it, desperate to feel some kind of effect.
He knew he needed to stop, he knew it wouldn't help forever, but it was all he knew to do to keep her out of his mind.
"Sara."
Her name formed on his lips before he could stop it. He remembered the day he last saw her-the day he finally broke his brother out of Fox River.
--It was a normal shot session, and he willed himself not to show any signs of sorrow for what he knew he would have to do that night…leave her.
As he walked quietly into the infirmary, their eyes locked…and he wondered if it would be her eyes that he would miss the most.--
He remembered her words as if she were sitting beside him at the bar.
--"Hello Michael. I hope you're doing well today."
Michael had seen her expression of pity. Lincoln only had 12 hours left before his execution, and he recognized that look of pain-the look that said simply, "I'm sorry".
She would have never expected what would happen that night. She would have never expected to come to work the next day and find the prison in utter chaos.
That final appointment went by like any other had since the day she saw him with his wife. Both were silent, yet radiating with emotional tension. It was only when he stood to leave that she spoke up.
"Michael. I can't imagine what this must be like. I can't imagine being locked in this prison, knowing that your brother is going to…" she stopped, afraid to say the word that was on both their minds. "You must feel so helpless, I mean, not helpless, just..…if you ever need to talk Michael, you know I'm right here."
He stared at a wall while she spoke words of concern. Concern for him. He had stood there, his back to her, debating how to react.
He knew his first feelings were against his reasonable judgment, but he did it anyway.
He turned to her , leaned down, and lightly, quickly, brushed his lips against hers. It happened so fast, she didn't have the time to respond before he was out the door.--
Now here he was, desperately trying to get himself drunk at an outdoor bar in Panama. Lincoln, LJ and Veronica left him alone when he got like this. All he had to do was tell them he was "going out" , and they knew they were in for a long night of waiting for his return. Lincoln lectured him. He listened, but never acted on is brother's advice.
Michael continued to drift into memories of Sara while gulping down yet another beer. Her voice, touch, and taste were still fresh on his mind. They were fogged, but still very much present.
He wanted them to disappear.
But tonight, no matter how much he drank, Sara Tancredi would NOT leave his thoughts.
He wondered what she was doing.
He wondered if she was still working in Fox River.
He wondered if she hated him.
And, as if someone had cracked one of the empty bottles over his head, the decision hit him.
He wouldn't wonder anymore.
Abruptly he paid for his drinks, took his last beer, and walked down the beach to the home he shared with the last of his family.
Lincoln and LJ looked up from their card game at his sudden entry.
Michael didn't even give them time to speak as he strode straight past them to the area of the living room that served as Veronica's study, where she worked to find evidence to exonerate Lincoln.
She stared in surprise when he reached around her to snatch a piece of paper.
For the first time in what had to be three months, Michael set the bottle down for good, and picked up a pen.
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he put pen to paper and began the letter that he hoped would end his intoxicated suffering, and, just maybe, result in seeing the woman that tormented his heart without even knowing it.
"Dear Sara..."
