Thought I'd try a hand at drabbles lol. I'm not used to writing just a few sents, but, it's kinda nice to be able to stop after a paragraph hehe.

Disclaimer: Ok, whats the point in saying that i dont own this show when itz totally clear that i dont. cuz if i did...i'd be rich and swimming in chocolate pudding right now! ;)


In the few weeks that he had been coming to this room day after day, Michael had prided himself in being friendly, flirtatious, and insinuative, all-the-while remaining, as he thought it, a gentleman.

Not once had he allowed unclean thoughts of the clearly attractive doctor to enter his mind. It was just something he felt a sense of duty toward….

a way to hold onto his morals in a place where morals were fairy tales told by old grandmothers to three year-olds.

So far he had been successful in keeping up this "duty".

Until today.

For when Doctor Sara Tancredi accidentally dropped the syringe and bent over to retrieve it, dutiful Michael Scofield could not help but look down.