If only Chapter 4: Go west!, a prison break fanfic

A/N : Hey you guys, I'm back with chapter four.

Please, please, please, let me hear something, if you like it or not..

"You have five new messages. First new message arrived at 14.27 from 555-7601343. Press one to play."

Sara erased that message, along with the next three. She had once memorized her father's cellphonenumber, when she still thought he cared, and didn't feel the need to listen to what he had to say. But the last message was from a number she didn't recognize. She highly doubted her father to be clever enough to borrow someone else's phone in the hopes of having her pick up at last, so she figured – why not try?

"Sara, honey, this is Maggie. I forgot to ask you to pick something up at my brother's, if you don't mind. It's in the neighbourhood anyway. When you leave, go left. Take the first street on the right and walk until you cross the main road. Turn left again and walk. When you reach that next road, go west. You'll find my brother immediately. Just tell him who I am, okay sweetheart? Perhaps I'll see you later today. Bye for now. And don't turn off your cellphone again. Okay. Bye now!"

She put down the pen she had clutched between her fingers, eagerly writing the directions to Maggie's brother, who she supposed wasn't her brother at all. She rolled her eyes. Why did people always have to use codes with her? Why couldn't they just come right out and say what they mean?

Because she might be in danger.

Sara glanced at the clock. 16.32. Minus 4 hours and 28 minutes. It was time to get going.

Half an hour later, she hesitantly smiled up at the sign hanging above the door. Fievel's catapult. "go west" : good one, Mags.

Her eyes travelled lower, to where the real reason of her being there hang in small, cowboy-like letters painted on a wooden board. 'licensed weapon dealer' Her heart sank lower, but bravely, she pulled it up again and stepped inside, ignoring the annoying tinklesound the doorbell was making, bracing herself for the flood.

It took the old man five minutes to step into the room and when he did, he scrutinizingly looked her up and down, before clucking his tongue softly. "You look awefully pretty to be hanging around this shop, little lady."

Sara took a breath. "I'm just here to pick something up. It's under the name of Maggie."

She saw the man's face shine for a few seconds and smiled softly at him when he nodded. "I'll be right with ya."

Mal, she found out his name was, retreated into the back of the store and came back out with a small box, that reminded her of her grandfather's treasury, as he called it. When he handed it over, she lifted it carefully and smelled its fragrance. Sara let out a soft grin. Just as she'd expected – the smell of old wood and something else...something exotic and grandpa Tancredi.

"Will this do?"

She snapped her eyes back open and looked at the man, ashamed of her behaviour. "Something about that smell, eh?" He continued, his eyes twinkling at her.

"Yes," she nodded. "Something about it. Do I still owe you anything?"

"No,no, lady. This one's on the house."

Sara raised her eyebrows. Since when were guns 'on the house'? "You go save that man of yours, now...You just go ahead."

"Ah." Silence held the room captive for a split second. "So you know about...?"

"Your little mission?" He lifted his head and let it fall back. "Know all about it. Here," he gave her a small card, "if you ever get into some trouble, call this number. Ask for Mal."

"Thanks, Mal." Sara gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, took her box, and disappeared with the hot western sun following her around.

This time, when she heard the Beach Boys coming out of her purse, Sara couldn't find the damn thing fast enough. She dropped all of her things (including the box) onto the ground and sat down beside them, clutching the phone between her head and shoulder.

"This is Sara?"

"Sara...it's me."

"Michael," she breathed, "you have no idea how good it is to hear your voice."

Silence answered her for a while, with Michael obviously thinking about her answer. He was puzzled, she supposed, since he had anticipated her rage, but not her gratitude or happiness.

"I'm sorry, Sara." He paused. "I heard about what happened, and I'm...I'm so sorry."

She let out a soft smile and closed her eyes briefly, enjoying the sound of his voice to the fullest when imaging his face and mouth speaking the words to her.

"I know you are. I may not always have, and yes – I was angry...but I realized that there are more important things in this life." She thought about what she was going to say next, how to convince him not to go anywhere near St. Louis, but get as far away from there as he could. How to tell him that she would join him soon, and that as long as they got through today, everything would be alright.

"Such as you not going where you're planning on going. Not tonight. Just...stay where you are for a while, Michael. Tonight's not safe."

"Sara, I..." She heard a lot of shouting in the background and knew that he would end the call soon. They had overstepped their original limit a minute ago, and she could feel the end fastly approaching. "I need to go. But I just wanted to let you know that, even though it all may have seemed like an act, it wasn't. It was real, Sara. You and me...it's real."

Her heart soared this time, and she didn't even bother reeling it back in.

"I know. Just be safe, Michael. Please – I can't lose you."

"I promise. I'll call you again when I can, okay? Bye."

The dialtone sounded less threatening than it had once done – but still she needed to keep going and not stop to keep on flying high. Sara needed to be there tonight, to make sure he made good on his promise.

So, what did you think? Please tell me? If you do, then I'll write the next chapter...if not...well...