Title: Arrogance
Characters: Sucre, Sara, Michael
Pairing: Sara/Michael, Sucre/Maricruz
Genre: romance, gen, pwp, longer drabble
Rating: PG
Word Count: 354
Summary: Just a little talk making Sucre learning an important lesson about the woman on Prison Break.
Spoilers: Very mild for season 4.
Arrogance
"I should never have asked her to marry me." He laments over his mug of coffee.
Sara sights when she hears the exact same sentence for the umpteenth time. Resigned, she says the first thing that comes to her mind, tossing away the magazine she was pretending to be reading for the past 37 minutes. "You sound almost like Michael."
"She would be safer."
"Now you sound exactly like Michael." He starts to irritate her, reminding her strongly of a certain someone.
"She deserves someone better than me." Continues Sucre as if she hasn't spoken at all.
"You know what Fernando?" She lifts and slams the unread magazine on the table, clearly irritated. "I don't personally know your fiancée, but if I were her, I would be slightly offended at your words."
Sucre casts her a confused look and Sara sees she has his full attention.
"What do you mean?" He asks surprised, sounding almost like a naïve child and Sara can't decide whether she feels like slapping or motherly petting him. She does neither.
"You guys treat us like we had no free will, no choice, no own judgment. It's like you, and only you, had the right to decide what's best for us and what's not. And you know what? It's unbelievably pretentious and arrogant and humiliating at the same time! We are not stupid and we can make our own choices, so let us decide for ourselves just for once, will you?!"
Sucre is too astounded to reply so he only nods, his mouth slightly agape, and Sara can see that this possibility obviously never crossed his mind. She rolls her eyes on him and takes the magazine once again, opening it haphazardly, her posture still a bit fuming.
Michael stands only mere feet away hidden in the shadows of the warehouse, frozen in space since walking back to the table in order to retrieve a forgotten blueprint a few moments ago. He heard the little exchange between Sara and Sucre and he knows he probably shouldn't, yet can't help but feel a warm smile spreading through his face anyway.
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