Disclaimer: I own nothing, not Prison Break, not Sara, and sadly not Michael.

Pairing: Michael/Sara.

Spoilers for second season.

Summary: Sara is lost, will Michael find her?

Dedicated to Lisa, because I'm lost without her.

Thank you for make it possible.

Title: Breathe

Chapter title: Found

Insults, comments and reviews are really welcome.

By Lylou.

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-"I'm Michael by the way..."

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Sara turned and looked at him in silence during a few seconds.

Michael immediately could see that there was something different in her eyes. She wasn't angry or scared, she was just... waiting.

He could hear the rain outside, beating in the window, and Michael could see how the fire of the candles around, moved a little when she crossed the room in his direction.

She stopped so close to him that Michael could feel the soft fabric of her dark green nightgown touching his suit's trouser.

If he stretched his hand, he could touch her; feel her skin under the green fabric.

But he didn't.

-"Michael... "

He felt her breath upon his neck but didn't move, he didn't know what to do, it was something that only happened to him when he was near Sara.

She was pale, Michael could see it even with just the soft light of the candles, but her voice sounded cold and distant, more so than he ever had hear her before, and his heart broke even a bit more when Michael heard her words:

-"Do what you had come to do, and leave me alone."

Michael didn't understand until he saw Sara look for the green satin shoulder strap to take off her nightgown, and suddenly he thought about all the other times that she had done the same wave before, but Michael raised his hand and stopped hers.

-"No... Sara."

Michael's voice sounded low and a bit ashamed, but he was still holding her hand in his... it was small and colder than he remembered.

Sara looked at her hand caught between his, and then Michael could see how the fear passed quickly before her eyes.

-"Let me go... please."

Michael released her hand, and he felt that he was losing Sara all over again, but he couldn't help but think about all the other men that she would have asked the same thing.

Then he thought for the very first time, that maybe he had lost her forever.

Sara was rubbing her hands, like if he had hurt her, looking terribly vulnerable, but when she spoke her voice sounded hot and near for the first time:

-"What do you want from me Michael?

Is this...?"

Then she kissed him angrily, with all the fear and the pain that she had hidden all this time in that place.

Michel felt her warm and desperate lips on his mouth and her hands behind his neck, and suddenly, all the air in that half-illuminated room smelled like Sara Tancredi's hair.

The Sara Tancredi that he knew once.

And his last lucid thought was that it was the worst place for the best kiss that somebody had ever given to him.

Because then she pushed him against the wall and kissed him again.

Angrily and desperately.

Michael could felt the heat of her mouth intoxicating him; and the cold and white wall at his back, and it was like holding ice until getting burnt with it.

His hand placed back a lock of her hair almost unknowingly and embraced her with a little more strength, wishing that they weren't there.

Michael was still kissing her with eyes closed when he felt her hands fighting blindly, and fast, with the buttons of his pants.

It was more than he could resist under their current circumstances because he had just discovered that Sara was wearing only the green nightgown, and Michael knew that all his self-control had gone to hell in the moment that he came into that horrible place.

He separated his mouth some painful centimeters from her and held her hands before they came completely within his pants.

When he spoke, their lips were almost touching, and he could feel her hot breath over his own skin:

-"No... Sara, please."

His voice sounded a bit ashamed and low but Michael didn't move, he just continued standing there, between Sara's body and the cold wall.

And when she whispered, her words burnt him, because her voice sounded hopeless and a bit sacred.

-"Why not?

This may be our last chance Michael..."

-"We can't... "

Sara's hands were still caught between his but she was looking at him like he would shut her in that place there was something in her glance... He had failed her.

Again.

Michael fought against the urge to close his eyes and kiss her again, like if they weren't in that room but he released her hands and looked at her, trying to ignore her body against him and feeling her hot mouth too near to his when he whispered.

-"Sara...

I have come to take you out of here."

To be continued...

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