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So here is Chapter 9. I have no idea why, but I found this chapter to be ridiculously hard to write. I'm not too sure what I think of it, but here it is anyways. More Mi/Sa in upcoming chapters, I promise :)
I think that this is pretty standard of all writers here, but the more reviews I get, the quicker I update. Just a thought.
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For the next twenty-four hours, Lincoln, Sucre, and Kate stayed in the hotel rooms, and Michael only left once to go to a local convenience store to buy some food. Sucre and Lincoln slept in one of the rooms, while Michael and Kate slept in the other. Michael had asked Lincoln if he wanted to share with Kate, since he seemed at least a little closer to her than Michael or Sucre were, but Lincoln had turned him down, insisting that he didn't care any more about her than they did. Michael talked to Kate for a few minutes about how dangerous it would be for her to leave them then, and then determined that it wasn't necessary to share one of the beds with the doctor to prevent her from leaving during the night.
Mostly they watched television. Lincoln hadn't watched any in three years, and Michael and Sucre hadn't for a few months, so it was enjoyable for them. Kate mostly kept to herself. Michael suspected that she was still reeling from T-Bag's behavior and the radio report, so he let her be. By four in the afternoon, however, everybody was suffering from cabin fever, and was more than ready to go to the bar, if only so that they could get out of the hotel rooms.
At nine, Michael gathered Sucre and Lincoln over to one side of the room. Kate came too, but kept back a little. "If something happens," Michael began. "If something goes wrong, we'll meet here in a week." He handed his brother and Sucre a slip of paper on which something was neatly written.
"What about me?" Kate asked. Michael glanced up at her.
"It's better if you don't know the details." He replied. "If it comes to this, stick with one of us."
"Why wouldn't everything go as planned?" Lincoln inquired.
"Yeah, papi. What could go wrong?" Sucre echoed.
"I just have a bad feeling." Michael answered. He didn't tell them about the bugged conversation because Michael suspected that if he did, none of them would even go to Pablo's, and then they would talk him out of going, and Michael knew that he had to go meet Sara. If he didn't, he would lose her. Michael could sense that this was his last chance with the prison doctor, and he didn't want to make things any worse than they already were.
At few minutes later, they left the hotel rooms. Michael, Sucre, Lincoln and Kate had cleaned off everything they had touched, leaving no incriminating fingerprints behind, before getting in the car. They drove for about ten minutes before pulling into the parking lot of a small building at the edge of town: Pablo's Bar. There were just three other cars in the parking lot, one of which presumably belonged to the bartender. Michael parked the car near the entrance, poised for a quick getaway just in case.
Lincoln and Kate went in first, as per Michael's orders. Sucre followed ten minutes later, and fifteen after that, Michael entered. Michael ordered his double scotch at the bar, before sitting down at the table in the corner. Glancing around discreetly, he saw Sucre sitting at a shadowy spot at the bar, and Lincoln and Kate at a table, both sipping beers. A man in a dark suit and hat was also at the bar, and a woman was asleep over her drink at a table. The bartender was a man, in his twenties, and was currently mixing Sucre's drink.
Michael slowly drank his scotch, waiting. It was almost ten thirty, and his drink was almost gone when the door opened to admit a woman with dark hair. She walked directly to the counter, as though she did this every day, and ordered a martini. Michael watched her uncertainly. The woman looked around a little as she waited for the bartender to bring her drink. When he did, she thanked him, put some money on the counter, and walked away from the bar. Michael sighed, as she walked away from him. He returned his attention to his glass, and swallowed the rest of his drink.
"Mind if I join you?"
Michael glanced up, startled, and found himself looking at the woman who had ordered a martini. He was about to tell her that he wanted to be alone when he realized that he recognized her voice. "Not at all." He replied, grinning. The woman didn't quite return his smile, but she sat down across from him. "I didn't recognize you." Michael explained quietly.
"I had to dye my hair. They were after me."
"You cut it too." Michael remarked. Sara shrugged. There was a brief silence. "Why did you leave?"
Sara stared down at her drink. "Your plan wasn't what I had in mind. I wanted to make this go away, and you wanted to disappear." She said. "So I got in my car, and I was going to leave. Then I guess I just changed my mind. I got back out, but this man I knew was waiting. I thought he was my friend before, but he really wasn't. He was a federal agent or something, and he wanted something my father had given me. I don't even know what. He was convinced that I had it, and he thought I was lying when I said I didn't know what he was talking about. So, uh, he…" Sara stopped for a moment, eyes shut. Michael placed one of his hands over hers, sensing that this was difficult for her to talk about. Her eyes flew open at the contact, and she pulled her hand away. "Let's not talk about that right now." She decided. "Tell me about your plan."
"We can't talk here, Sara." Michael said. "But I know now, I know how to make it go away."
Sara stared at him for a moment. "You're sure?"
"I'm sure." He replied, nodding.
There was temporary silence. "I heard that you, um, picked up another doctor?" Sara said.
Michael nodded again. "Sucre was bleeding, he needed stitches."
"Is she pretty?" Sara asked, suddenly seeming even more distant than before.
"What?" This line of questioning confused Michael.
"Well?"
"I, she-what?"
"You seem to have quite a thing for doctors." Sara remarked, a bit unkindly.
"Sara, what are you-"
"I left, so you went and got another doctor? Was that supposed to make me jealous?"
Across the room, Lincoln could see that Michael was in a little over his head. "I'll be right back." He promised Kate, who shrugged indifferently. Lincoln stood up, and walked as though he was headed towards the bathroom. As he passed Michael's table, he paused. "There something you want to tell me about you and Curtis?" Lincoln asked, forcing a grin, temporarily forgetting his displeasure with Michael over the men in the convenience store. Seeing Michael floundering like this was a new experience for Lincoln, an experience that was proving amusing so far.
Michael looked up at Lincoln, an accusing look on his face. "Oh, you really want to go there, Lincoln?" Michael asked, sounding more offensive now. "'Cause I'm not so sure I'm the brother who's-."
Lincoln raised his eyebrows, surprised. "You take things too seriously." He retorted, cutting Michael off abruptly. Turning to Sara, he said, "The only escapee who's touched Kate, the doctor, was T-Bag." With that, Lincoln continued on his way to the bathroom.
Sara looked at Michael. "The doctor willingly-"
Michael shook his head, cutting her off. "He tried to rape her."
Sara fell silent for a moment, thinking. "And you think that Lincoln has a thing for her?" She asked finally.
Michael shrugged. "All I know is that he was awfully violent with T-Bag."
"Hmm." Sara said, sounding a bit amused.
"Sara, all I want is a chance. A chance to make this right." He paused. "And a chance with you."
Sara looked him in the eye, any amusement gone. "You already had a chance with me."
He shook his head. "A chance to start over. To be able to tell the truth, to not have to use you, to be able to do this right."
"Michael, when asked me to-"
"I hated lying to you, Sara. I hated it. I hate myself for it." Michael said softly, staring intensely at her. Neither of them noticed that the man at the bar in the suit had walked over to the pay phone by the entrance. He inserted his money, and began talking hurriedly in hushed tones.
"I-"
"Think about it." Michael urged her. Sara opened her mouth to argue, but closed it and nodded. "We're leaving tonight. Please come with us."
Sara was silent for a moment, staring down at her still full glass. Finally she looked up at Michael. "I don't have anywhere else to go, so... okay." Was all she said.
"Okay." Michael echoed, grinning from ear to ear.
Lincoln was passing their table again as this transpired. "So much for having a bad feeling about this." He commented, smiling slightly. Lincoln was happy for his brother; he wasn't quite sure what they had agreed about, but if it made Michael so happy, Lincoln was happy.
"Let's go." Michael suggested. When Sara nodded, they both stood up and headed towards the door. Lincoln made his way back over to where Kate was sitting, as Sucre trailed Michael and Sara.
"We're leaving." Lincoln said. Kate quickly stood and followed him to the exit. They quickly stopped, however, as Michael, Sara, and Sucre had abruptly halted just inside the door. A police car was parked in the parking lot, and two police officers were getting out, one talking on his radio. Both drew their weapons, and were headed towards the bar. Everyone quickly exchanged panicked looks. Then Michael nodded towards the back of the bar, suspecting that there was probably a back exit. The others quickly followed him.
"Nobody move!" A familiar voice shouted suddenly. Michael, Lincoln, Sucre, Kate, and Sara turned around, just in time to see Alexander Mahone hang up the pay phone and remove his hat. His gun was held defensively in front of him. "Hands on your heads!" Mahone yelled. Michael glanced at Lincoln, Sucre, and finally Sara, before slowly placing his hands on top of his head. The others quickly did the same.
