Angel Of Mine
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A/N: Okay so this chap was supposed to be added straight after the last one but it was originally going to be short but it turned out to be really long…But please leave me a review if you have a moment because I really appreciate them and ENJOY!
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Michael sighed ruefully and turned his head to take in their isolated surroundings. He turned back to Sara who had an equally lost expression plastered across her face.
"So what now genius?" She smirked, a small smile playing at her lips.
Michael let out a small laugh before shaking his head "Why do I always have to comeup with the ideas? Why don't you step up to the plate Doc?"
Sara also laughed and shook her head causing her auburn locks to curl around her face, before she was cut off, "Whoa! Are we there already?"
Michael and Sara both suddenly jumped at the sound of Andrew's voice as they remembered that there were another two people in the car.
"No Andrew," Michael began as he watched the other male jump out of the car as fast as his intoxicated body would allow him "The car broke down…Get back in" he called out the window.
"Broke down hey?" Andrew questioned. To Michael, how anyone could possible still think when they had consumed that amount of alcohol was beyond him. "Hey I'll run and get help!"
"No Andrew!" Michael tried, but it was too late, Andrew had already begun sprinting down the deserted road, stumbling and running in a zigzag fashion. "Great! Just great!" He almost yelled angrily as he hit his hands on the steering wheel, before turning to Sara once more "Now what?"
Sara rolled her eyes as she got out of the car and slammed the door "men."
"Sara!" Michael whined, attempting to grab her hand, but she pulled it away.
"Give me your keys" she ordered softly, trying not to wake Grace, who seemed to be falling asleep on the back seat.
Michael looked to the doctor in complete, utter confusion "Excuse me?"
"You heard me…Give me your keys" she repeated.
Michael threw his arms up in defeat and took the keys out of the ignition and handed them to Sara.
"Thanks" she said with a small smile.
Michael quirked a brow as he followed her as she went around to the back of the car, opened the trunk and started to rummage around "What are you doing?"
"Stepping up to the plate" she said in deep concentration "Uh huh! Here it is!" She exclaimed, pulling out an oil container and examining it.
Michael looked at the container in confusion, then back to Sara "What? You need to use the bathroom?"
"I take back the genius thing!" Sara rolled her eyes "I saw a gas station a little while back…I'm going to walk back and fill this up and bring it back and then we can pick Andrew up…I cant imagine that he could get too far in his current…Condition."
"Okay, but I'm coming with you."
"No you stay here with Grace."
"No way…I'm not letting you walk back there by yourself" Michael said defiantly "Gracie will be asleep and I'll lock her in the car…She'll be safe."
"Fine!" Sara agreed reluctantly…She hated the fact that Michael always felt that he had to come to her rescue…Sure she owed her life to him after what happened with the riots, but she had grown a lot over the past four years, and was hell bent on proving that she could handle herself.
Michael took his keys back from Sara, and for the smallest moment their fingers met, sending electrical impulses converging throughout their bodies. He quickly pulled away his hand and locked up Grace's door, still feeling the overwhelming impact of Sara's eyes upon him. Grace's scream suddenly ended the moment "Where are you going?" She yelled.
Since he had already locked the door and windows, and knowing that his wife wouldn't have been able to hear him, Michael took his cell phone out of his pocket and dialed Grace's number. He was surprised when she was able to find the answer button.
"Hello?" She asked into the phone "Who's this?"
Michael rolled his crystal blues "Look out the car window Gracie."
Both Michael and Sara watched as they saw Grace's green eyes meet them through the car window…She quickly smiled and the put her mouth back to the phone, "I'm sorry I'll have to call you back…My husband is outside."
Michael laughed before sighing "Grace I am your husband…It's me Michael."
"Oh Mikey!" She giggled and a hiccup escaped her mouth and she gestured to the phone and the window "I'm talking to you here, but I see you there"
Michael let out a small laugh "Now Gracie we broke down, so Sara and I are going to walk to a gas station and we'll be right back okay? If anything happens I want you to call me."
Grace opened and shut her mouth; then opened it again, then shut it, not quite sure what to say. Finally she simply nodded "Okay…I'm tired…don't wake me when you get back."
And with that Grace disappeared and the phone went dead so Michael assumed that she had gone to sleep "Okay" he smiled to Sara, putting the phone back in his pocket "Lets go."
They started back towards the way they came. Sara walked on with just enough distance between them so they couldn't accidentally touch…She didn't want another 'finger linger' incident.
A small smile played at Michael's lips as he caught up to her and watched her walk. On the outside she hadn't changed in the slightest. She still had the same think hair and soft eyes that he had grown to love, but he could tell that there was something different about her. He couldn't put his finger on it, but he knew it was there.
He had seen attractive women before, women who caught his eye, but to him they usually lacked the traits that he found most desirable. Traits like intelligence, strength of sprit, passion, a sense of humor…Traits that inspired others.
He knew Sara had all those traits, and walking now along the dark, deserted road, he sensed them once again beneath the surface.
"Well tonight has been…Interesting" Sara's voice cut through the silence.
Her comment startled Michael slightly, and he looked to her with amazement shining through his crystal blues. Then after shaking his head slightly he smiled "I cant believe you're still here…If I was you I would have bailed ages ago."
Sara heard the surprise in his voice when he spoke, but she felt it too. Seeing Michael again, telling him he had a daughter, even just being here tonight. She felt something twitch inside, something deep and old, something that made her feel lightheaded.
She caught herself fighting for control…She hadn't expected for this to happen, well, she hadn't wanted it to happen. She had finally moved on and he was married. Yet the feeling went on despite herself, and for a brief moment, she felt as if they were in the infirmary again.
"Trust me" she laughed "It was tempting."
A cold breeze broke the moment and chilled her, making her cross her arms. Michael noticed this and sighed ruefully as he shrugged off his jacket and put it over her shoulders.
A smirked danced across Sara's lips "Gee, corny much?"
Michael laughed, the moon reflecting in his eyes "I'd like to call it romantic."
"Cliché?" Sara offered.
Michael laughed again "Okay…Deal."
He thought carefully for a moment as they walked in silence, contemplating saying what he was thinking. Finally, he spoke, "Do you ever wonder if things could have been different between us?"
"What do you mean?"
"Like if we had of met under different circumstance."
A smirk danced across Sara's lips "Like drunk, under a bar somewhere?"
"Yeah, like drunk under a bar somewhere" he smiled, it was nice to know that she had remembered.
Sara thought for a moment, choosing the right words. She finally sighed ruefully, "I don't know…You always lied to me Michael…I suppose away from prison when you don't have to be anyone else but yourself, that you would be different, better…But those lies killed anything that was possibly ever between us."
"Look Sara, I hate myself for all the lies I told you, but think about it, if it wasn't for a lie, I probably wouldn't have even met you to begin with." She didn't respond so he continued "Truth is beautiful, without doubt…But so are lies."
Sara thought carefully for a moment, playing the familiar saying over in her mind. Finally, she smiled, "Ralph Waldo Emerson."
Michael fell back a little startled, he was hoping to use that quote to help plead his case, but of course, by another freakish coincidence, Sara knew exactly what he was talking about "You know sometimes you were the hardest person to manipulate, but other times…I mean toxic mold? I couldn't believe it when you bought that."
"Hey! I was terrified okay? I'm sorry if my thought process was a little off…" Sara trailed off as she saw their destination up ahead "There's the gas station."
They picked up their speed as they headed towards it…But when they reached it, both their hearts sunk "Damn it!" Michael cursed as he kicked a nearby rock "It's closed."
"Now what? Are we just going to have to go back and call someone?" Sara sighed angrily, leaning back on the wall.
"Not necessarily…" Michael trailed off and Sara followed his gaze to a nearby car that seemed to be deserted.
"Oh no way Michael!" Sara exclaimed "We are not stealing a car!"
Michael rolled his crystal blues "We aren't going to steal the car…Just some gas."
Sara sighed ruefully as she followed Michael to the car "Well do you know how to do this?"
Michael sent Sara a 'I broke myself, as well as a large number of prisoners out of a maximum security prison…Uh yeah, I think I can get us some gas' look "Of course I can…Here, hand me that container."
Michael took the container from Sara, before leaning down and popping open the hatch "We need a pipe."
Sara spotted some boxes over by the wall and started to rummage around in them. She returned a few moments later with a thin, piece that would have been about a meter long "Looks like we aren't the first one's to try and do this here."
"Who said anything about try?" Michael smirked, putting one end of the pipe into the car's gas tank and laying down on the ground.
Sara watched as he begun to put the other end of the pipe into his mouth "Whoa! What are you going to do with that?"
Michael sighed ruefully and took the pipe out of his mouth…He was hoping that the doctor in Sara wouldn't come out "I have to suck on the pipe until I get some gas…Then I take it out and put the other end into the container and hopefully it will fill up."
Sara opened and shut her mouth; then opened it again, then shut it, not quite sure what to say. Finally she just shook her head in defeat "I'm not even going to bother telling you how dangerous this is."
Michael just sent Sara a lopsided grin "Well if you don't want to watch Doctor Tancredi…You could go round that corner and keep watch."
"Fine!" Sara grumbled, getting up from her knees and ducking around the corner of the station. Once she was gone Michael put the pipe back in his mouth, before suddenly stopping dead when he heard;
"Hey!"
Michael quickly jumped up off the ground as he saw the dark outline of man coming towards him "I swear I didn't do anything!"
"Fish?"
Michael gasped and fell back in complete utter shook. He open and closed his mouth, not quite sure what to say. Finally he gasped, "Sucre?"
"Oh my god man!" Sucre exclaimed as he made himself visible though the darkness "What are you doing here?"
Michael opened his mouth to speak but no words seemed to come out…This was one seriously bizarre night "I don't think you wanna know…Well what about you…How have you been?"
"Good man, good…Maricruz, the kids and I, just coming back from vacation." Sucre smiled "Luckily they had a bathroom here...If that's what you could call it…I think we had better in our cell."
Michael genuinely smiled. Sucre had been one of, if not his only friend in prison so he was happy that he seemed to be doing so well for himself. He hadn't seen his former cellmate since his, and Maricruz's wedding three years ago…They had a one year old son back then called Carlos, but they must have had more kids since then "So Maricruz had more kids then?"
Sucre smiled ecstatically "Yeah Carlos is four now, and we also have a two year old daughter called Alexa."
"Congratulations!" Michael smiled warmly…He was desperately hoping that Sara would stay away long enough, or that would be difficult to explain.
"Thanks man" Sucre grinned, getting back Michael's attention "Well what about you? I heard you got married…Sorry I couldn't make it…I was in Hawaii when I got your message."
"It's okay…Grace and I kept putting the date back until a couple of months ago anyway."
"So no kids then?"
Michael sighed ruefully, not really knowing if he should be telling anyone this, but he felt that he could trust Sucre "Yeah…I have a four year old daughter…She's staying at a friend's tonight."
"Oh congrats man…" Sucre trailed off, before he finally realized something "Wait a minute…If she is four, we were in Fox River then."
Michael just looked to his feet in embarrassment as Sucre continued "But you didn't know Grace then."
Michael opened his mouth to attempt an excuse when Sara spoke up, not noticing Sucre "You done yet?"
Sucre opened and shut his mouth; then opened it again, then shut it, not quite sure what to say. Finally He gasped, "Oh my…Doc?"
Sara fell back startled as she noticed Michael's former cellmate "Hi…Sucre" she said awkwardly, Michael had now brought his face to his hands.
Sucre just started dumbfounded between his former cellmate and prison doctor who was wearing Michael's jacket "What the hell? You two?"
"No no no!" Michael corrected quickly, and Sara hung her head in embarrassment "We aren't together…She's an old friend of my wife's and we all went out to dinner together and our car broke down…Since Gracie had a bit to drink S…Doctor Tancredi and I went looking for a gas station."
Sucre looked to Sara for conformation that this was in fact true. She simply nodded her head so he spoke again, still reeling from the shook "Man I always thought that you'd have an interesting life after we were let off but this is just insane."
Michael laughed and Sara spoke up "Wow Sucre…I still cant believe you got out of the charges."
Sucre shrugged "I had a good lawyer."
"No lawyer is that good" Michael said.
A smirk danced across Sucre's lips "Trust me Fish, with the money I got from selling my story…Yeah, some lawyers are that good."
"Daddy!" The three of them heard a child yell.
Michael and Sara watched as a little boy, around Rory's age ran and attacked Sucre's legs in a hug "I ran away to find you while mama was changing Alexa."
"Carlos Fernando Sucre!" The four of them heard a women yell as they turned to see her running towards them with a small little girl in her arms "I told you not to run off like that baby!"
Michael instantly recognized Maricruz but she took a good few moments to realize their presence…Obviously concerned about her son "Michael?" She said finally, wrapping her arms around him, Alexa still clinging onto her top "Fancy seeing you here." She stepped back and looked to Sara "Oh you must be Grace."
Sara almost laughed…She was sure it was only a matter of time before she woke from this bizarre dream. Not really knowing how to address herself, she simply said "Hi i'm Sara."
Sucre proceeded to tell his wife the story how Sara used to be the doctor at Fox River but now Michael's married to her friend Grace who just so happens to be sleeping in their out of gas car…The whole time Michael and Sara turning completely red in embarrassment.
"Wow" was all Maricruz could manage once Sucre had finished "Well we would be happy to give you guys a ride back to your car…We're heading that way anyway."
"Are you sure?" Michael asked.
"Yeah we wouldn't want to impose" Sara added.
Sucre smiled "Of course it's fine…We'll drive you back and fill your car up there…Now get in…After you put the hatch back on my gas tank of course."
"Oh yeah…sorry about that" Michael apologized, pushing it back down.
Sucre laughed "Fish I owe you so much, trust me you're forgiven."
Sucre hopped in the driver's side, with Maricuz next to him holding Alexa…Michael and Sara sat in the back on the sides, with Carlos is the middle.
They had just begun to drive out of the gas station when Maricruz questioned Sara, "So Sara…Do you have any children?"
"I have a four year old daughter" Sara smiled "She's staying at a friend's tonight."
"Oh isn't that a coincidence" Sucre smiled "Both of you guys have four year old daughters who are staying at friend's places tonight…" The realization suddenly hit Sucre. He threw Michael a completely stunned look through the rear-vison mirror.
A new found awkwardness soon spread through the car that seemed to be unnoticed by Carlos who was smiling contently. Suddenly Sara's laugh cut through the silence. Michael turned to her, amazement shining in his eyes "What's the matter?"
She couldn't stop laughing, and it soon came clear to Michael that the realization of the completely bizarre situation that they were in, had finally caught up to her.
"I'm sorry…" she tried between bouts of laughter "It's just seeing you yesterday, Grace yesterday, tonight, Pope, you in the ladies room, Grace and Andrew being completely off their faces, running out of gas in the middle of nowhere, Andrew running off, trying to steal some gas only to find its from the car of your former cell mate."
Sara finally stopped and burst out into another laughing fit. This time Michael joined her. She was right…This was crazy…Even for him…This was crazy.
The little boy was the next to start laughing…He didn't even know what they were talking about. It wasn't long before the whole car burst into laughter. Michael enjoyed it…He hadn't laughed like this in so long, and he was almost a bit disappointed when they arrived back at the car.
Michael jumped out first and ran and looked in the car window to make that Grace was okay…He let a sigh of relief when he realized that she was still asleep. He went over to help Sucre with the gas, while Sara and Maricruz tended to Grace.
Michael turned back and watched Sara…Everyone was right…He was in trouble.
"You know in some states you can be arrested for thinking what you're thinking about right now."
Michael turned and rolled his crystal blues at Sucre "Well you had better tell me what I'm thinking then, because I'd hate to be arrested again."
A smirk danced across Sucre's lips "Well if you've done it before…Chances are, you'll want to do it again if it was good…And judging by that stupid looking grin on your face, it was good."
"Do what?" Michael exclaimed, trying to sound innocent.
"Come on Papi…Everybody knew that there was something going on between you two." Sucre smirked mischievously "And then mysteriously you have a four year old daughter who must have been conceived while you were in prison, and so does she."
"Okay okay I admit it okay?" Michael said reluctantly "But keep it down, Grace doesn't know."
Sucre's brows were in danger of disappearing into his hairline "Damn man you do have some messed up stuff to deal with."
"Tell me about it" Michael sighed ruefully as finished putting the gas into the car and standing back up so he was facing Sucre "Hey it was good to see you again."
Sucre took out his cell phone and Michael put his number in "Hey I'll call you tomorrow sometime Papi."
"Okay" Michael smiled as Sucre pulled him into a hug "Thanks for all your help man."
"Its all cool!" Sucre tossed back, letting go of Michael and yelling over to Sara who was saying goodbye to Maricruz "Later Doc!"
"Bye guys" Sara smiled as Maricruz got in the car and they drove off. Sara got in the car next to Michael and they just looked at each other and laughed.
Obviously too loud for Grace, she popped her head between the two front seats and turned to Sara, "Sara? What are you doing here?"
"You invited her!" Michael laughed, before Grace groaned and fell back to sleep on the seat "Hey can I ask you a favor?" Michael asked Sara once he heard Grace snoring.
"Yeah?"
"Um…" Michael began, suddenly feeling rather shy at the whole situation "Would you mind coming back to our place just for a little while, Gracie has had a hell of a lot to drink, and since you're a doctor, I just wanted to make sure that she's okay."
Sara opened and shut her mouth; then opened it again, then shut it, not quite sure what to say. It just hit her in that moment just how much Michael did love his wife. Finally she sighed, "Yeah…Sure."
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They arrived back to Michael's apartment to find the phone ringing. Since Michael was tied up with Grace, Sara asked "want me to get it?"
"Yeah thanks" Michael smiled, trying to get Grace into the apartment. His arms gave way as he put her down on a arm chair, having no idea who Sara was talking to.
She put the phone down and turned to Michael with a smile on her face "That was Lisa, Andrew's sister, she said that he called her to pick him up and she was just calling to say that he's okay."
Michael let out a sigh of relief "Thank god."
They both suddenly turned their attention to Grace who had just fallen off the chair. She landed with a thud onto the ground, her face pressing into the material. She raised herself up on her arms, shaking with laughter. "That…" she gasped "was awesome."
Michael laughed and rolled his eyes as he gathered Grace up in his arms "Sorry Sara…Just going to get this one into bed."
Sara watched as Michael and Grace disappeared down the hall and she suddenly realized that she was in Michael Scofield's apartment…The stylish design and a perfect mixture of modern furniture and antique pieces such as a fireplace. Oh and that view of the city was very enticing to say the least…It was easy to see why someone like Grace would be attracted to Michael.
Michael reappeared from the hall a few moments later and laughed as Sara realized that she was still wearing his jacket and for a second he couldn't believe how unbelievably right it looked on her "Do you want something to drink?" He asked her.
Sara thought carefully for a moment…Seriously considering declining the offer and running out of the apartment, but instead she smiled "Sure, whatever you're having…Um can I use your bathroom?"
"Sure" he smiled "Second door on the left."
Sara sighed as she found the bathroom and gazed at her reflection in the mirror. This was not meant to happen, and now she was in a difficult position to say the least. She pushed her loose curls behind her ear and straightened her dress out…studying it under Michael's jacket. She glanced at her reflection one more time before making her way back down the hall.
Michael was in the living room squatting before the fireplace, doing his best to coax a fire to life…He obviously hadn't seen her come in. Sara leaned against the door, one leg crossed over the other as she continued to watch him. In a few moments, the fire came alight. The flames flying through Sara's eyes like a wildfire…When she had seen it before, she had thought that the fireplace was purely for decorative reasons, but clearly, she was wrong.
He turned to the side slightly to straighten up the remaining logs, and caught a glimpse of her out of his eye "I didn't hear you come in."
Sara smiled as she backed away from the door "I know, you weren't supposed to."
Michael brushed his hands on his pants and pointed to the kitchen "I'll get that drink."
He walked into the kitchen and Sara watched him run his hand through his short hair as he disappeared.
She could hear the snapping of logs as the flickering flames lit the room. She looked around the dimly lit room and took a fancy looking throw rug from the couch and sat it in front of the fire. Leaning back against the couch, she adjusted herself until she was comfortable, watching the dancing flames.
Michael came back with the drinks, and realizing what she had done, poured the liquid into a glass each for them and sat down beside her.
Sara stayed quiet for a moment, and Michael watched the fire flicker in her hazel eyes before she smiled wistfully "Do you remember the riots? I was completely terrified!"
A smirk danced across Michael's lips "There was no need to be though, I mean you had me protecting you."
"Hey!" Sara said defiantly, trying not to laugh "I had everything under control!"
Michael had to laugh. "It didn't look like you did from where I was standing…If I hadn't come to your rescue, they would have killed you…After they got what they wanted of course."
"Okay so maybe I'm thankful to you for that," She smiled "But if It wasn't for me kicking that guy's bad knee when both those inmates were fighting with you, you would have been the one that would have been killed."
"Touché." Michael laughed "I guess we owe our lives to each other then."
Sara opened her mouth to respond when she suddenly realized the close proximity that she and Michael were sitting in, when his wife was sleeping in a room, mere meters away.
"I should go." Sara announced quietly, clearing her throat before looking down at Michael's coat and laughing "Thanks for this."
Michael smiled as she handed it back to him "That's okay…Thanks for making sure I got Gracie home safely."
"She should be okay now just a bit hung-over on the morning…You know the cure though, a couple of aspirin, a lot of water, and a beer in the morning."
"Well I'll give you a ride home."
"No that's okay Michael…You stay here with Grace" Sara smiled waving her cell phone "I just messaged a cab anyway."
"Are you going to be okay?" He asked her, concern shining though his crystal blues…And Sara knew that with that one question, he meant more than one thing.
She smiled, trying to sound more confident than she really was "Yeah…Well I have to be…I still have to go home and organize a sitter for Rory tomorrow…I have a medical conference."
Michael's eyes suddenly lit up hopefully "Could I take her?"
Sara sighed ruefully and opened her mouth to speak when the cab's horn stopped her.
"Please Sara?" He asked her again, desperation clear in his voice.
"I'm sorry Michael…" Sara trailed off sadly, softly "Until you tell Grace, I don't think you can. I don't want Rory to get hurt…"
"I'll tell her tomorrow!" Michael injected quickly "As soon as she is awake and sober I swear I will."
"I don't know Michael…" Sara started but Michael cut her off.
"Please Sara?" He gasped, stepping closer to her "I need this."
Sara said nothing, but softly nodded her head "Okay."
"Thank you!" Michael smiled in immense happiness, and as if it was the most natural thing in the world, her pulled her into a hug.
Sara was a little taken back, but let herself momentarily melt into his arms. The horn beeped again and Michael reluctantly let her out of his grasp "Really I mean that…Thank you."
"I know you do" Sara smiled as Michael walked her to the door "I'll bring her to your place around lunchtime tomorrow."
"Okay."
"Bye Michael."
"Bye" Michael smiled as he watched her leave. He closed the door and leaned his head back against it. As twisted as the past two days had been, one thing he knew for sure;
The secrets that he had tried so hard to hide from Grace were about to come out tomorrow.
And he wasn't exactly looking forward to it.
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Okay so I kinda got the idea for a bit of that chap from 'One Tree Hill' (great show) but I know that some parts of that chapter seemed a little rushed but it was just so long and I wanted to add it…But thanks so much for reading it anyway, and please review xoxo
