Title: Regal Origami
Rating: T
Pairing: Michael/Sara
Summary: Guilt, pain, regret and a thousand other wounds have pervaded him to the point where he feels he'll never be free until her murderer is left lifeless. [S3 Spoilers
Note: Earlier yesterday, I put myself to write this, but nothing came out. Just as I headed to bed, it flowed out of me. Not beta'ed, so all mistakes are mine. I would really like thoughts on this piece. Enjoy.
He can't go more than ten minutes without thinking of her--some days it's five minutes, but never more than ten. In the days that have passed since he learned of her death, Michael Scofield has felt the repercussions of guilt and regret, something someone who knew him would recognize upon close inspection. It's evident in his glazed over eyes, in his lack of attention, and noticeably firmer actions. Of course, such change is usually overlooked when chaos is running amuck in your surroundings, and preoccupations concerning the endangered lives of other loved ones are heavy main-stays in your mind.
But Michael Scofield has already lost a loved one, and although he does not retain a list with the goal of revenge marked in big, bold, black ink, it is a goal he retains. For him, it is only a matter time before the goal explodes onto the scene, in his way of acting on his anger.
He did not know that falling in love entailed a dangerous road, thus he embarked on it, and in great tragic fashion, his lover became a victim. As did he. It made sense now--now that he had freed his brother, LJ, Whistler (not to mention a dozen other convicts who were not worth the cost of his lover)--it made sense for him to become a tragic hero.
Gun in one hand, rose in another, the moment was beyond poetic--it was fated. Fate, or destiny, dragged him through the prison break game. And when he had attempted to stray by falling for Sara Tancredi instead of just enamoring her, his pain was drawn up to illustrate the consequences of doing fate wrong.
Origami rose set beside a gun on the passenger seat, Michael Scofield has set up an accomplice to betray fate once again, on behalf of everything that rose stood for. Because whatever fate decides to teach him thereafter, will not matter. His brother is safe, as is his nephew. Their liberty is not in question. Not even his own liberty is in question--it was executed the moment Sara's life was extinguished.
Guilt, pain, regret and a thousand other wounds have pervaded him to the point where he feels he'll never be free until her murderer is left lifeless.
And if fate brings her mocking fist down onto his own life, it'll be he who will be left with the last laugh, because that's when he'll find her again. That's when he'll land on his feet, pick up an origami rose, come face to face with an auburn-haired woman, and hand her the origami which has blossomed into a regal red rose.