Written by the burst of inspiration I recieved upon reading the greatest news from FOX I have ever read. :D
Two Parter. Enjoy.
"She is everything I want, that I never knew I needed."
She Is – The Fray
The shrill ringing annoyed him to no end. Could his brother just not leave him alone? He was on a mission, and nothing Lincoln said or did would be able to change it. Not until the person who stole her from him was in the ground. He relaxed slightly as the ringing came to an end, and his thoughts once again strayed to the woman who had been in his mind since the day he met her, and he punched the steering wheel at the thought that her unjust death was caused by him. The phone next to him vibrated and did a little beep, signifying a new voicemail, just like the other fifty-four times. He had not listened to a single one. He knew that if he did…then he would eventually listen to his brother.
And he couldn't. He had to avenge Sara's death. He had too. Would she want that? The thought entered his mind, unbidden, but he pushed it away. It returned, pestering him. Would she really want you to become a murderer? Deep down, he knew the answer was no.
Driving down the road, he thought back to their infirmary and days of being together.
I'm Michael, by the way. And you are?
Dr. Tancredi will do.
Their flirtations.
I thought you were a nice girl.
Come on, Michael, we all know nice girls finish last.
Her anger.
I'm not a jealous woman, but I am a careful one. And around you, I'm not…careful.
So this is your plan? To sail off into the sunset with the most wanted men in America?
And her love.
The first thing they tell you when you get the job is not to fall in love with an inmate.
A tear slipped down his cheek, and he wiped it away angrily. This was no time for mourning. He had a job too do. He pulled over to the side of the road, and let his forearms rest on the wheel. Dropping his forehead to rest on the wheel as well, he took three large breaths, and then sat back up. He looked at the mountain range in the distance, and how the sun was setting behind it. To his right was the ocean. He almost smiled at the picturesque scene in front of him. Almost. He doubted he would ever be able to smile again.
You can get that back…all of it. You need to believe that.
It was a lie. Obviously, because if it weren't a lie, she would be with him right now. He wouldn't be driving to kill and face his possible and very likely death. He would be with her, on some secluded beach, lying in a hammock. How he wished that were true. He knew he shouldn't mourn, just yet, but he couldn't help it. As the tears slid down his face, he thought of what could have been, what was supposed to be, and what never should have happened.
The shrill ringing of his cell phone interrupted his thoughts again. He did not want to answer it, but he felt pulled to like a magnetic force. Starting the car again, he maneuvered onto the road and answered the ringing device.
"What?" he answered, irritated and voice hoarse.
"Thank God." Lincoln breathed. "Listen, Mike, you gotta come home." His voice had a tiny hint of excitement, and Michael frowned, wondering why anyone could be happy when he was so miserable and depressed. And he can't understand how everyone goes on breathing when true love ends. The song he had heard on the radio earlier played briefly through his mind, and he thought that that song fit perfectly with how he was feeling,
"I can't come home, Linc." He sighed. "You know that." The road under him stretched on for miles, and right now, he just wanted the pain to end.
"No, Mike. Seriously. You HAVE to come back." He pleaded, trying to send telepathic messages to him. "You don't need to avenge her death." He added quietly.
How did he know that's what he was planning to do? He thought. "But…I miss her." He told Lincoln quietly. "The least I can do for her memory is to…" he trailed off.
Lincoln heard the pain in his voice and his last statement, and finished the sentence in his head. Yea, he wanted to surprise him, but without anything to come home too, it was like picking a needle out of a haystack. Basically a lost cause.
"Hold on a second." Lincoln told him. "Don't hang up." He warned. Michael nodded, even though Lincoln couldn't see him. He heard mumbling in the background, and heard the phone being passed to someone else.
"Look, LJ won't be able to talk me out of this either," he started, but the voice that responded left him momentarily speechless and had him slamming on his brakes. The voice that said his name was the one that had haunted his dreams whenever he was apart from her. More so now that she was apparently gone forever.
"Sara?!" he half gasped in utter disbelief.
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And the mini song quote in the middle is: The Tide by The Spill Canvas.
