Chapter 11
Lightly opening my eyes, and the first thing I did was grab at the empty space beside me. I jumped up holding the sheets around me.
I switched the bedside lap on and my eyes adjusted to the little light.
Searching bed and room for Lincoln, It was like a black hole was forming in my chest, and I snapped my attention to the bathroom door opening slowly.
Lincoln's eyes found my worried face, and he moved quickly to the bed touching my face with both hands.
"Becca." His voice was careful watching me closer.
"I'm ok. I just thought that you had…"
I couldn't finish the sentence. I turned my eyes to look down at my lap. It wasn't that I didn't trust in Lincoln, but the fact that I just didn't know what to expect. I knew I was in love, but then I didn't know if Lincoln felt the same.
"Left." He finished the sentence, and then tilted my chin up so he could see my face better in the darkened room. "Rebecca. Do you think I am going to leave you?"
My mind didn't really respond, but I just kept quiet. Lincoln was waiting for me to answer him. I didn't know what to say.
"Becca…" his voice a low murmur and I felt his forehead rest against mine.
"I'm sorry." I started feeling my fingertips brush against his face. "I just. I mean. It's just hard." I couldn't think of how to put my feelings into words, but he stayed quiet.
"Lincoln, I'm not used to this." I finally let out.
"What do you mean?" he whispered feeling a hand over my face.
"Linc this is the first time…" taking a deep breath, but I knew I had to let it out. "I've never really stuck around, after." I felt awkward speaking about past lovers, but Lincoln kept quiet listening to me.
"I mean I'd go home with a guy, and we would have sex. I felt odd, and I'd bolt out of there." I felt his fingers slip from my face, and his breathing slowed down.
"You thought I was. You thought I would leave you?" I could tell from his tone that he was disappointed in me.
"I don't know." My voice feeling shaky in my throat, and I could feel the burning of tears in the back of my eyes.
"Rebecca. Do you trust me?" His question serious and his voice were breaking up. I didn't know how to feel, and my hand found his gripping it tight.
"I do, I honestly do." My eyes wide and he leaned down kissing my forehead.
"I'm not leaving." He whispered lightly resting his face in my hair holding me close to his chest.
My hands were wrapping around him. My head resting lightly on his chest feeling his steady heart beat.
"I meant what I said Becca, I don't know what I'd do without you." His voice felt calming. I closed my eyes feeling more relaxed.
"I'd still be at Fox River." I added lightly running my fingers up his chest.
Lincoln let out a small laugh. "Not worried about people trying to kill you." His voice was hitting a more serious note.
"Lincoln." I snapped moving myself to face him, and I felt his eyes watching me. "You need to understand. I never regret anything between us." I said lightly running a hand around his face, and he caught it holding it in his hands.
"I think we need to get some sleep, tomorrow is going to be really hectic."
I lightly nodded giving him a small smile. "What time is it?" I now tried to find a clock.
"About half four…" he replied shortly after I asked.
I felt Lincoln get into the sheets with me, and pulled me down to lie with him. I placed my head on his chest again closing my eyes, and I heard the click of the bedside lamp turning off.
I didn't fall asleep right away, and I listened to the slow beat of his heart, and kept thinking of how tomorrow is going to go.
Waking up, and I blinked a few times before feeling my face was still on Lincoln's chest. I didn't want to wake him, but I couldn't help but watch him sleep. He seemed peaceful, as I moved seeing his arm was still wrapped around me. I gave a small smiling thinking how uncomfortable that must have been. I leaned down and lightly kissed his forehead. "I love you." I whispered lightly smiling before sliding out the bed to make use of a quick shower.
While the water ran my eyes snapped while the door opened slowly. I felt my face twitch into a smile seeing Lincoln enter the bathroom.
"What you doing?" I said stepping out of the stream of water looking at him through the glass.
Lincoln laughed stepping closer to the shower, and smiled. "We're going to be leaving soon…" his voice was soft watching me from his side.
I couldn't help but blushed turning the water off. I slowly stepped out of the shower. Lincoln was dressed in jeans and a shirt. He watched my face being careful.
"I just need to get dressed." I finally spoke, and Lincoln nodded.
"I think I found something that would fit you." He said tilting his head to the bedroom, and I wrapped a towel around myself, and my hair.
When I looked on the bed I see a pair of jean and a shirt that was a lightly lilac.
"How you know my size?" I picked up the jeans studying them.
"I just got them from your other clothes." He replied wrapping his arms around my waist pulling me closer to him.
"Linc, what we going to do if this doesn't work?" I felt the tension suddenly appear.
"I don't know, disappear." He answered whispering into my ear, and I relaxed back into his arms closing my eyes.
"I'm coming with you." I added turning to face him.
Lincoln nodded brushing a hand over my cheek.
Derek was nice, and I stood back from the conversation. Lincoln and Derek talked. I didn't pay attention setting up the laptop, and then started to spin on the desk chair feeling bored.
Derek left a pack of beer.
Lincoln now watched the door close, and moved quickly towards me, and stopped the chair spinning.
"Hey I was enjoying that!" I looked up to him from the chair. His eyes dived deep into mine, and then let out a small laugh.
"Well I think we can start a plan…" Lincoln lightly lifted me off the chair, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he sat down on the sofa.
"Ok so what we planning?" I saddled on his lap watching his face.
Lincoln brushed a stray hair out of my face.
"What you think of chilli cheese burgers?" he whispered playing with my hair, and I giggled.
"I'm a vegetarian." I simply replied and played with his shirt.
"A vegetarian…" he seemed lost, and I kept smiling.
"I don't eat meat." My eyes found amusement in his expression.
Lincoln brushed my hair back and watched my eyes. "What about scars." His eyes looking over my face, and I smiled.
"I have one, and it's on my right foot, I stood on a rusty nail when I was five." My answer amused for once.
"Tattoos?" he smiled.
I felt like laughing. "You've seen me naked." My voice a small squeak, "I don't have any." I added brushing my hands over his face, and he closed his eyes lightly.
Lincoln kept a small smile, and watched me. I didn't really understand.
"So what's with the fifty questions?" I finally asked placing my hands in his.
Lincoln didn't speak, but just played his finger over my hands, like he was putting the little details to his memory. His eyes glanced over my face, but stopped and stared into my eyes.
"I want to know you Rebecca, I want to know everything about you." His hands felt warm when they rested on my face. "I heard you." He said.
I felt lost confused. That is when the phone rang.
"I've got to get that." Lincoln lifted me off his lap, and got up answering the ringing cell phone.
I watched while Lincoln spoke, and I felt the once relax person tense again. Lincoln Burrows, I see a caring compassionate man. The world still saw a violent killer.
Lincoln pressed the play button on the lap top. His face wouldn't look at mine, but I pulled my knees closer to my chest.
I listened again to the conversation, and each part stuck to my mind.
Terrance Steadman was dead. He killed himself to finally be free. I shudder hoping that this was going to go to plan. Lincoln and Michael exonerated, and the time to get to know the man I loved. Could I really love a man I didn't really know? His birthday? Or Favourite colour? Did he like crunchy or smooth peanut butter? Did he like peanut butter at all?
I wanted to know the answers. I felt the warmth on my face again and I watched Lincoln sit beside me again.
"Not long now." He patted his hand onto my knee, and I couldn't help but just nod.
His arm felt snug around my shoulder, and he pulled me into his body. I rested closely to his chest, and we talked.
I asked him about things he liked, movies he watched, and hated. Things he loved, before he couldn't have them anymore.
He asked me about my life, and it felt right in the few short moments. I felt happy with the plan so far so good right.
I heard the door knock, and Lincoln slowly rose to his feet and opened it. I felt something burn inside when looking to Michael's face.
I rushed to look him over.
"Michael what the hell!" I lightly looked over the cuts, and soon to be bruised eye.
"Trust me it's going to be worth it…" Michael spoke.
Lincoln now threw Michael a beer, and he caught it.
"Becca you want one." Lincoln smiled waving a bottle.
"No Linc. I'm fine." I now slowly sat down on the sofa again with Michael on the arm.
Lincoln was the one to turn the television on, and we looked to the speech starting. I slowly looked to Michael and Lincoln drinking the beers. I started to get that feeling deep in my chest.
The moment was a shock to us all. It was like a nightmare unfolding from a dream. My whole world was going into blurs and fuzziness. If it wasn't until the beer bottle smashed against the door that I registered what happened.
Caroline Reynolds wasn't the president anymore. She quit, and now Lincoln would never be freed.
My eyes turned slowly to see the shock on Michael's face, and then pain that was still from a beating he gotten. I couldn't move, but his voice snapped my attention.
"So what we do now?" Lincoln asked the million dollar question.
Michael's eyes still focused on the Television set. His eyes were wide, and full of surprise.
"We disappear…."
I really do love writing prison break fan fiction, and I'm having a really fun time writing this one.
I really want to write more, and as season 4 unfolds it make me know that I am going to write a fan fic from Becca's POV in season 3...
Please I bed if you read this to this point, please review, and give me some feed back. I love the hear all honest thoughts, and if you read Stick it to the Shrink before this, what you love hate.
Just let me know, and I will keep writing Rebecca's story for you.
P.S I am going to try and figure a way to get some Sona into my third story... college is just gotten me in a wirlwind