Everything belongs to fox, including Michael and his hotness.
She must have fallen asleep. She woke up with a start when she felt the van slowing in. She raised her head which had been resting on Michaels shoulder and looked around. Linc was still driving with Abruzzi wide awake next to him. Sucre was snoring softly in the back and T-Bag was looking right at her. He let a small grin play on his lips as he watched, his tounge darting out to lick his lips. She quickly averted her gaze and chanced a glance at Michael. He was also studying her, but the way he was watching her made her blood boil, his blue eyes were dark and intense, face serious.
She wondered if he knew the effect he had on her. If she wasn't careful she would be dragged into his life again, and he would find his way back into her heart, ignoring the little traitorous voice in her head asking her if he had ever left it.
He slowly raised his hand, letting it linger on her cheek. As always, she inclined her head towards his hand without knowing it. As if her body already knew what her mind refused to accept, that she belonged to him. With him. Always.
That thought made her recoil slightly. I don't belong to him Sara told herself. I don't belong to anyone. She edged away from Michael and was surprised to see that he was making no move to stop her. The only sign of him reacting at all at her withdrawal was the slight hardening of his eyes.
Sara tore her gaze from his and looked out the window, noting that the sky had begun to lighten and was filled with amazing colors streaming across the sky. Looking out at the sky through the window of the van she felt like she was seeing it for the first time. Living in a city where you rarely saw the stars, if ever, she felt like she was seeing them for the first time.
Everything was so much clearer here, the sky, the road, even the smell from the grass and the dirt was flowing in through the open window. Maybe everything was clearer because Michael was with her and she felt complete for the first time in her whole life. Sara cursed herself for thinking it, she had no future with Michael Scofield. She wanted stability in her life, she wanted a normal life. A normal boyfriend who she could trust. Not this. If there was one thing she was sure about, it was that Michael Scofield was trouble. Ignoring the pang it caused in her heart she told herself she had to stay away from him the best she could until this was all over. Or until she could escape. She quickly discarded the last idea. She had managed to escape once, she doubted Michael would let it happen again. And besides, look how well that turned out. Sara sighed to herself, wondering when her life became so complicated.
The van parked at a small rest stop and everybody started filing out. Michael kept his hand at the small of her back the whole time. Everybody was happy to get out of the van and stretch their legs. Desperate for some time alone Sara took two steps towards the restrooms which were visible at the end of the stop. Michaels hand on her arm stopped her.
"Where are you going?"
Sick of being treated like a child she turned and snapped at him.
"I just wanted to use the restroom, I have been in a car for god knows how many hours and I need to pee! If that's okey with you?!"
Michaels calm eyes met her angry ones and spoke carefully.
"I´ll go with you".
"I´d rather go alone" Sara stated.
Their eyes never wavered from each other. Everyone stood on the sidelines watching, wondering who would win. Without breaking their gaze Michael called out to Sucre.
"Sucre?"
"No problem papi." Sucre stepped forward and beckoned to Sara to follow him.
Sara shot one last angry glance at Michael before turning and stomping off after Sucre.
"My my, what a temper" T-Bag clucked his tounge.
"Shut up" This time it was Linc who spoke and directed a steely glare at T-Bag who rolled his eyes and turned away.
Michael still watching Sara turned at the feel of Lincs hands clapping his shoulder.
"Right, so this is what we´ll do…"
When Sara stepped outside she was greeted by the sight of Sucre sitting on the steps leading to the toilets. He smiled a warm smile at her and beckoned her to join him.
"Take a seat Doc".
Cautiously she sat down beside him and for a couple of minutes no one said anything. When Sucre finally spoke his voice was kind.
"Look Doc"
"Sara" she corrected
"Sara. I know you don't want to be here, and I know that Michael had to persuade you to come but" Sara interrupted him.
"Persuade me? He kidnapped me!" Her voice was angry.
"I know. But I also know he did it for your own good. The company is after all of us, and that includes you now. He just wants to protect you."
"He wants to own me" Saras voice was no more than a whisper and Sucre turned his head to look at her.
"I haven't known Michael for very long" He seemed to search for words "but I know he is the best cellie I could have hoped for"
Sara snorted and Sucre grinned.
"And I´m not just saying that because he got me out of prison"
Sara shocked herself by laughing.
Sucre continued.
"He cares. Maybe sometimes to much. You know as well as I do what goes on in prison. Michael had a hard time handling it, blocking it out, and you have to, otherwise you´ll go insane. I don't know If you've noticed, but Michael is a pretty serious guy" At this their eyes met in silent amusement. "But I watched him, everyday when he got back from the infirmary, from you, he seemed… lighter somehow. Like a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He would never have admitted it of course, but I knew what he wanted. You."
Sara sighed. "That's just lust, he wants me. But he dosen´t…"
"Care?" Sucre suggested softly.
"Yeah"
"Your wrong about that. I know he cares for you, I know he lov…"
Sara interrupted him.
"Stop! Just stop…" Sara rested her head in her hands and breathed deep.
"I know he can seem a bit, possessive" at Saras look he quickly amended" okey, A LOT possessive. He just wants you for himself you know, he really dosen´t share well".
Sucre thought back to the few times he had gotten Michael to talk about Sara, or the Doc as he himself had called her. But he could see that Sara wasn't ready to hear the truth yet. She was still hurting from the lies Michael had told to save his brother. He understood that she felt betrayed. He sighed. Sara was looking at a stone on the ground as if it was holding the answers to all of her questions. She looked so sad and alone he couldn't help wanting to cheer her up. Or try at least.
"Have I ever told you about the times Michael forced me to hang a sheet in front of our cell?"
Michael was sitting on a bench looking out over the water. He felt someone sitting down next to him. Without looking he knew it wasn't Sara. He turned and saw his brother sitting next to him. Seeing him like this, free, made his heart clench in happiness. His brother was free, and safe. At least for now he thought. And he would stay that way Michael vowed.
They sat in silence for several minutes enjoying the quiet warm morning.
"So…" Linc broke the silence. "You and Sara…are togheter?"
Michael pondered the question. Were they together? Sara probably didn't think so. According to him they were. But not according to her.
Linc looked at the pensive look at his little brothers face.
"Give her some time" he advised.
Michael gave him a small grin.
"I don't have time"
"Michael, about last night, at the motel…"
Michaels eyes turned hard.
"He was hurting her".
"I know, and I understand. I wanted to kill the fucker myself. But Michael…"
Michael stubbornly turned his face away to once again stare at the water. Lincoln knew what his expression meant, he used to have the same one when he was a kid, and it meant that he shut everything out and refused to listen. He sighed.
"I´m sure she´ll come around bro" He grinned at Michael, hoping to relieve some of the tension from him.
"I know she will" Michael stated with a small grin.
"Oh confident are you little brother" Lincoln teased him
"Just determined" He winked
"Yeah I would be to, Sara is hot! If you weren't you know I would be tempted to…"
Michaels angry glare made him laugh.
"Just kidding!" He turned somber again "You might want to keep an eye on T-Bag though…"
"I know. If he touches her…"
His voice was hard again.
"I know Mike, it´s not going to happen, first chance we get we´ll ditch him and be on our merry way"
Michael nodded and they sat in silence for a while until they heard Abruzzi and T-Bag shouting at each other.
Lincoln sighed. "It feels like I´ve been saddled with two more kids."
Michael laughed. "You should thank god that you aren't T-Bags father".
"Oh believe me I do" Linc rolled his eyes causing Michael to laugh.
They stood and made their way back to the van, both thinking how good it felt to joke around, almost like things were back to how they were before everything went wrong.
I was thinking of bringing in Mahone, what do you think? Not exactly like he was in the show… So what did you think? You like?
