My heart...my poor beating heart...they reunited and then parted again, as they usually do on Prison Break. But they did so because they have a son they have to look after. Michael holding his heart as she left...way to break me. Also all the season 1 and 2 paraells for them were amazing. Vaun Wilmot (who wrote the episode) i praise you! I loved it. Sarah and Wentworth killed these scenes. And my beauty SWC playing the badass Mother. Seriously love her.
Anyway onto my story...i have written up to Chapter 17 i think...and funnily enough i'd written certain bits longggg before the episode aired...so it just so happens there are similar things...but i won't say what, but when you read it, you will know.
Sara was packing. But it wasn't packing to leave. It was packing any trace of Jacob. Photos, clothes and shoes. Anything that was his. He deserved them back. But at the same time, she didn't want Michael to have to see them all the time. She thought about moving. But at a time like this, it didn't feel right.
Michael was finishing up in the shower as she looked at a photo of her and Jacob not long after they first got together. He had taken her to a cabin in the woods, their first time away together. She enjoyed it. But constantly in the back of her mind she wondered what it would have been like with Michael. Jacob was right, Michael as a cloud over their relationship, dead or alive. A tinge of sadness came through her. She ruined his life. Broke 'his' family up. No matter what Michael said. She did that. She placed the photo on top of the clothes in the box and moved over to the draw with some other of his things in.
Michael exited the bathroom, towel around his waist she gave him a soft smile as he placed his dirty clothes in the laundry basket.
"How is it?" she asked him, referring to his wound.
He looked to his side, he had made sure not to get it wet while in the shower, "Better. A few more weeks and it should have healed. You were right. It was never that deep"
"Good" she responded and collected Jacob's socks from the draw and started a new box.
Michael walked closer to her, "Is this ok?" he asked her.
She turned to him as she grabbed a pen to mark up the box, "What do you mean?"
"Being in here," he motioned gently around the room, "with you"
He meant her room she shared with Jacob. It didn't cross her mind, that part of it. But now that she thought about it, of course he would probably find it strange to sleep in the same bed as her ex husbands...or whatever he really was.
She dropped the pen onto the bed and nodded, "I don't have any reservations as long as you don't. I don't see this as anything but my room now" and removing Jacob from the room would help that situation.
He nodded, "I just wanted to make sure you were comfortable with our...living arrangements" a slight smile appeared on his face.
Sara giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck, along his smooth skin, "I am very comfortable. That i can promise you" she leaned in and he opened his mouth to hers. Gently teasing with his tongue and wrapping his arms around her waist. In the past they rarely got time together. Now this was it. He moved her towards the bed, both of them with their eyes still closed and holding tightly to one an other. However when she got to the bed her back hit the box, "Ah!" she giggled into Michael's mouth.
He smiled back at her, "Sorry" he whispered huskily.
She pulled away and turned, "Lets get this off the bed"
"Sounds like a plan. Maybe we can-" suddenly he stopped talking and Sara looked behind her as she was putting things back into the box.
His eyes were glued to the photo of her and Jacob on the bed, instantly she grabbed it and put it back into the box, "I'm sorry Michael, that was one of the reasons i wanted to pack away-"
He came closer with urgency and took the photo from the box again. Something wasn't right. And it wasn't just because it was a photo of her and Jacob. Michael wouldn't react that way out of jealousy.
"Where was this?" he asked her quickly.
"Er i never knew. Something about the cabin being in Jacob's family-"
"-i've been here" he told her. And she froze.
"What? You've been there? How?" she took the photo from him again. Looking and clearly seeing herself and Jacob, and behind them the cabin, "are you sure?"
"Yes," he told her and pointed behind them in the photo, "see that bench and carving on the wood?" he asked her. She looked again, and it was clearly there, "Sara you know me. I remember. I've been there"
He moved over to the draw and pulled out his underwear, in the moment he completely dropped the towel and put them on. Any other time she would have been distracted by him, but she was still in shock, "Michael you need to explain this to me. How do you know this place?"
He grabbed trousers from the side and quickly put them on, turning to her as he did up the belt, "Because after i came to see you and Mike in Puerto Rico. After i stood back and watched you, a week after that. That," he pointed over at the photo that was now on the bed, "was the location i was sent to," her eyes drew wide, "that was where the CIA official was murdered and that's where i was set up for it"