A short one shot about Sara's thoughts while she considers leaving the door open for Michael to escape at the end of S1.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything of Prison Break of its characters.
Sara's Sacrifice
Standing on the concrete wall next to Lake Michigan, she knows that she has to make a decision soon, that time is running out. The ice cold Chicago winter wind blows from the north, numbing her skin. If only it could numb her heart too, she thinks wistfully for a moment.
The same phrase repeats in her ears again and again, cutting through her.
"Just, forget to lock-up."
She always knew he was hiding something, right from the first day she saw him and his secret smile. She thought it was drugs, not this. Not breaking out of Fox River, not expecting her to help.
How can he ask that from her? He quoted Ghandi. He kissed her with such desperate need. He made her feel alive.
She turns to look at the lights of the city and puts her hands in her pockets. She wonders for a moment if it will snow tonight. If she does this and he gets out will he be warm? Will he have a warm place to go to?
Her shoulders shrug impatiently in her coat. How can she think about his physical needs when he so clearly doesn't care anything about her?
The same question repeats inside her mind:
"Was it all an act?"
She doesn't know. Her heart doesn't want to believe it, but her mind knows that it was. She was played. She knows about his brother. She saw the files. She knows he is in all probability innocent.
But if she does this, if she leaves the door open, it won't be for his brother. It will be for him, for Michael. For the flower he made, for the way he made her laugh, for the time he came for her during the riot.
There is no choice really. Her shoulders fall and she knows this is it. She does this, she is over. No more playing doctor for convicts, no more stylish apartment, no more Sara.
Does she really care about him that much?
She knows she does. She knew the moment he asked, when he said the words out loud, that she'll do it. She will lose herself in the process but she'll do it. For him.
A lonely tear runs down her cheek as she turns back towards her car, towards Fox River and her own undoing.