SARA
Sara wiped at her tear filled eyes bringing the loaded syringe into focus.
She knew this wasn't the answer she was truly seeking, that it was just an alternative to the real answer. But the real answer was running for his life right now, and she knew she was probably the furthest thing from his genius mind.
She squeezed her eyes closed as the words he had spoken came rushing back.
"Wait for me Sara, it won't always be like this"…
She couldn't believe she had been so gullible! That she could fall for another man who simply wanted to use her for their own means. And then there was the fact that she had believed in him after all of the lies men had told her in her life.
Not to mention her career, it was over...and what about the legal ramifications of helping Michael and Lincoln escape?
She took a deep breath as the Morphine called to her. She knew she was forever a junkie. There had never been a tough time in her life where she hadn't heard its cajoling voice speak to her, begging her to weaken just enough to fall.
And now was that time. The call was loud and clear. But she was only giving into it as a means to end this; to end this so called life she had been living. She was only a step away. All she had to do was slide the needle home and push…
MICHAEL
Michael looked behind him. The noise of the Co's footfalls steadily being drowned out as the sound of the train grew louder.
He felt his brother's hand on his arm and then Linc headed towards the railroad tracks, with Michael following behind.
Michael watched as his brother, Abruzzi and C-Note cut across the tracks, the train almost crushing them as they barely made it to safety. And then he glanced to Sucre. His friend jumped into the open train. But Michael wasn't so lucky.
He was grabbing onto the side to pull himself up and into the train when the bullet from Bellick's shotgun slammed into him...He felt himself falling to the ground into the dirt. He looked to the sky and...
SARA
Sara felt herself floating. She had used the whole syringe, plenty to get the job done and yet she was still here wasn't she?
She could still feel her body.She tried to move, but her limbs wouldn't cooperate.
She heard a low moan and knew that it must have issued from her own lips; she was the only one there.
She felt herself slipping further, the feeling one of calm and relief. It would all be over soon...
MICHAEL
Michael closed his eyes as his world swam. He felt the numbness spreading through him from his back down through his legs. He couldn't move his lower body at all.
He brought a hand up to his face and found it wet, with sweat or tears, he wasn't sure. The sky was so blue.
As he gazed into it he thought he heard someone calling his name...
SARA
"Michael", Sara whispered.
And she could see him off in the distance, the sky so blue above them... almost as blue as his eyes, she told herself.
"Michael"? She said louder her voice sounding urgent in the stillness.
Where were they, why was she here with Michael? He had left her hadn't he?
She watched as his head jerked around seeking her out. He didn't seem to see her, but she knew he could hear her.
"Sara? Where are you"? He shouted his voice echoing in
the vast emptiness that surrounded them.
Sara pushed forward her feet moving, but making no progress.
"I'm here Michael"! She bellowed her heart racing with anxiety.
She wasn't exactly sure where here was, but it was like nowhere she had ever been before.
"Michael"! She felt panic rise as his form disappeared briefly.
Why couldn't she reach him?
"Sara"!
She heard his voice sounding closer this time and then he was standing a few feet away.
"Michael I can't come to you"! She said frantically as her feet moved, but brought her no closer to him.
"Keep speaking, Sara, I'll come to you"! He shouted; his voice louder in his close proximity.
"Michael, I'm so scared. I need you, please"! She said as her eyes filled with tears.
"Sara, I'm here", he said as his hand fell softly on hers.
Sara clutched his hand tightly, and then threw herself into his arms. He pulled her close his warm arms making her feel a safety she wasn't sure she was deserving of.
"Sara, what's happening"? He said and she felt his breath caress her hair.
"I don't know, Michael. All I know is that I was in my apartment and now"... She looked into his confused eyes and watched them clear.
"I was running... I remember the train...I was...and then the blast... I heard a shotgun blast and then I was falling".
He looked at her, his eyes grim.
She returned his stare with terrified eyes.
"I was... Oh, God...I think I overdosed, Michael...Morphine", she spoke softly, and broke eye contact as the shame at what she had done fell upon her. She didn't want him to think her so weak.
"Sara, no. Why"? He asked his fingers under her chin as he lifted her tear streaked face to meet his apologetic eyes.
"I don't want to talk about this, Michael", she said and went to step away, but her fear of losing sight of him kept her anchored.
"Please don't ask me to explain right now. I can't".
Michael nodded.
He reached for her hand and she grabbed on tight.
He turned in a tight circle taking in their surroundings. There was nothing but vast blue sky and the ground beneath them.
"Where are we Michael"? She asked, but she thought she knew the answer or at least some of it.
"We're dead aren't we"? She whispered softly her voice carrying on the light breeze.
Michael looked up at her, his eyes the most serious she had ever seen them.
"Come on", he said softly and pulling her along he started to move.
They had walked a while with no change in their surroundings when Michael stopped.
He looked around as if listening for something.
"What"... Sara began, but he shushed her.
And then she heard it too. It was a low howling sound.
"What is that"? She asked in a whisper.
"I don't know", Michael said softly.
The noise was getting louder as it drew near.
"But let's not stick around to find out… Come on". He said pulling her more urgently along.
They walked quickly, but the sound was gaining on them.
"Run, Sara"! Michael said loudly to be heard over the howling noise that was suddenly upon them.
Sara felt her hand being ripped from his, and her body being thrown skyward.
She spun in a tight circle and then she was slammed down.
"Michael"! She heard herself scream.
She sat up gasping for air.
Sara looked around at the tubes and machines surrounding her, her breath hitching painfully in her chest. Her throat was so dry and scratchy. She swallowed several times, each attempt to bring saliva to her parched throat painful.
She frantically pushed the nurse call button over and over.
A nurse rushed in immediately.
"Dr. Tancredi, you're awake"!
Sara looked at her with frantic eyes.
"Michael Scofield... Tell me what you know about him, please"? She begged.
The nurse shook her head.
"Please"! Sara said pleadingly. "I have to know"!
The nurse looked at her with sorrowful eyes.
"He was brought in DOA five days ago. I'm sorry, Dr. Tancredi".
Sara sunk back against the pillows.
"No... Noooo"! She screamed.
"I have to go back!!! I have to go back"!!!!
Sara felt her body being held down and the soft sting as a needle took her under.
(Two weeks later)
Sara wiped the steam from the mirror and looked at her tired reflection.
She hadn't been sleeping much. And when she did sleep her dreams were filled with the stark blue sky of a vast land.
In the dreams she was always searching, searching for Michael. She would look tirelessly for him, calling his name. But she could never find him.
The recurring dream left her tired each morning and the dark circles under her eyes were darkening with each passing dawn.
She spent her waking hours feeling misplaced. And she missed Michael so much it was a constant ache.
She was mechanically brushing her teeth when she saw him.
Michael was in the mirror!
She blinked, her toothbrush slipping unnoticed from her shaking fingers and clattering into the sink.
She scrubbed at the remaining steam, her mind spinning.
How could this be? How could she be seeing this?
She pounded on the glass, the sides of her fists sliding along its misty surface.
"Michael"! She screamed.
In the mirror his head jerked forward. She could see his mouth moving, but his words couldn't break through the silence.
"Michael"! She screamed again, fists pounding harder into the unyielding glass.
He was coming closer, so she screamed again. Her fists pounding; pounding to be heard.
She felt the glass crack and break beneath her fists but she kept on pounding, her face red as the tears fell down her scorched cheeks.
"Michael"! She screamed again her mind almost breaking along with the shards of glass falling into the sink.
She finally stopped and grabbed at the sink to keep from falling.
She was shaking as the sobs tore through her leaving her heaving as she gasped for air. She was having another panic attack she realized.
She brought her bloody hands up and through her still wet hair and clutched her head in her hands.
The image of Michael was gone from the small fragments that remained of the mirror.
She sunk to the floor her legs no longer capable of supporting her, and began to rock.