Chapter 12

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Early next morning, Sara's eyes slowly flickered open. She blinked a few times, letting her eyes get used to the sunlight that was pouring in her apartment through the windows. When she finally opened them all the way, her brow furrowed in confusion. She realized she was in bed but she was on top of the body of someone else. Her eyes widened when she saw the face of who it was.

Then all the memories came flooding back to her; seeing Brain, going out for dinner drinking, asking Michael to stay…she remembered it all.

She and Michael had shifted somewhat during the night; Sara's face was buried in his neck, while one arm was rested across his chest and the other around his neck. One of his arms was around her back, holding her close to his body, while the other was resting peacefully on his abdomen. Their legs were tangled together; one of Michael's legs was on top of her, while her legs were underneath them. Sara's breathing started to hitch; she have never been this close to Michael before. She knew she should probably get up, she knew she needed her shot before Michael got up

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, sniffing in his scent. She smiled; he smelt the same as he did when he was in Fox River. She looked up at his sleeping face; he looked so calm and peaceful. She lowered her gaze to his tattooed chest, which was moving up and down as he took long, thorough breaths. Her finger then found its way tracing his stomach, weaving in and out of the lines of his tattoos. Sara looked at his left hand, which was still resting on part of her arm. She continued to run her hands longs the tattoo's lines, but gazed at his ring finger. A sudden feeling of sadness came upon her; she knew soon that finger would have a ring on it, promising him to another person. Her thoughts were then interrupted by a voice.

"Sara, what are you doing?" A hoarse voice asked.

She quickly looked at Michael, his eyes were now open, and kept looking down at her hand on his stomach. Sara swiftly stopped outlining the tattoos and tore her fingers

away and behind her back as she felt the heat rise upon her cheeks.

"Oh, um, nothing. Do you want some breakfast?" Sara asked quickly, trying to get up out of the position they seemed to be caught in. She then tried to sit up, but their legs were too interwoven together. Michael had also been trying to shift around, because now he was sitting up with the right side of his body squishing Sara up against the

headrest. Both of them froze, trying to think what the best way was to get off the bed without hurting themselves. When they tried to move again, they both ended up clocking each other in the head. Sara chuckled nervously.

"Okay, well, um, how about you slide to the left and then I'll somehow crawl off behind you?" Sara suggested.

Michael looked at her with raised eyebrows. "Somehow crawl behind me? Sara, why don't we just do this." he said as he took hold of Sara's waist. He then picked her up

and moved her over a bit, her hands grasped his shoulders for balance, not wanting to fall. This only helped for a minute or two she lost balance and tumbled to the ground, bringing Michael with her. Sara screamed as she fell, while Michael yelped in surprise when he was pulled down with her. Looking at each other, they realized they were in even a more awkward position. Sara had her back to the ground, while Michael was on top of her; their faces now closer than ever.

Michael's breath caught his throat as he looked into Sara's russet green's eyes. He swallowed; his hands were wrapped round her waist. He saw her bite her bottom lip nervously. He knew it was wrong to but he couldn't help how his feelings seemed to have some control over his brain; making him think and do things he normally wouldn't. Michael could feel her breaths become short paced, as they were so close he felt it on his neck. Just as he was about to do something, his cell phone rang, snapping

them back to reality.

Due to the position they were in Michael couldn't reach the cell phone.

"Erm Sara could you get my phone." Michael asked nervously. "I can't reach."

"Uh, sure where is it?" Sara asked

"It's in my back pocket." Michael responded

She did so, blushing deeply while picking it up off the receiver. While she did that Michael rolled off Sara

"Hello?" She asked, her voice wavering.

"Sara? Is Michael there?" Sucre asked nervously.

Sara turned and looked at Michael. "Hi Sucre. Yes, he's right here…" she trailed off.

"Can I talk to him for a moment?" He asked, chuckling nervously.

"Sure." She said uncertainly, handing Michael the phone. He took it softly out of Sara's hands, sending a peculiar sensation through her body.

"Sucre?" Michael asked into the phone.

"You need to get to your hotel room now." He said urgently into the phone.

Michael started to put on his sneakers. "Why?" he asked confused.

"Becky is coming back today, in about fifteen minutes to be exact. I don't think she'd want to know that you spent the night at your wedding planner's." Sucre replied.

Michael's eyes widened in shock and fear. "Yeah, man, I got it. Thanks." He muttered into the phone before hanging it up.

"Everything okay?" A quiet voice asked from behind.

Michael spun around, looking at Sara. She was standing by the kettle making a pot of tea she was looking rough and she was shaking like a leaf due to the fact that she had not her morphine shot

"What? Oh, yeah, I just need to get back to the hotel. Are you sure you are ok? You look rough." He added

Sara nodded. "Oh yeah I'm ok, just hangover, I shouldn't have drunk so much last night. Sara giggling nervously. "So will I see you later?"Sara added.

"Yeah I'll see you later. I'll give you a call." He replied, slowly walking close to her; suddenly forgetting where he had to go and why. He continued to walk until he was right in front of her, he stopped when their bodies were only centimeters apart. Then Michael then lent down and pecked Sara on the cheek. "Feel better and I will see you later." Michael whispered in her ear.

"Thanks." Sara then looked down, and walked into her room shutting the door quietly. Once she heard the door close, she rushed to the bathroom. She found what she wanted. She filled a hypodermic needle with morphine and tied a piece of cloth around her upper arm to find a vein. She took a breath before inserting the needle in her arm. The morphine raced through her veins.

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"Michael!" Becky screeched as he opened the hotel lobby door, causing Michael to close his eyes in agony. He had a pounding headache due to the fact that he had to much to drink. She quickly threw herself onto him, causing him to stagger and back far into the room.

"I missed you so much!" she screeched in his ear as she pulled away from the hug.

Michael smiled. Ow! "I missed you too." he replied.

"Oh sorry." She whispered. "You went out drinking last night?" Becky asked.

"Yeah I did, got a bit of hangover." Michael responded, remembering what happened last night.

"So, how did you and Sara plan?" She asked anxiously.

"Great." Michael replied, taking a seat on the sofa.

Becky raised her eyebrows. "Great? That's it?" She asked, sitting beside him

Michael looked up at his fiancée. "Yeah, it went great." He repeated, shrugging his shoulders.

Becky shook her head and rolled her eyes. "Where's the carton of milk you were going to get?" Becky asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Huh? What carton of milk?" Michael replied confused

Sucre and Lincoln said that you popped out to get milk, there was none left."

"Oh! the carton of milk." Michael replied once it dawned on him "They didn't have what I wanted." Michael said shrugging his shoulders.

"Okay…Oh! I have a surprise." Becky said excitedly.

"What is it?" he asked cautiously. The last time she had said that, it had turned out to be a surprise interview on a TV show.

Becky smiled wider. "Trust me, it's a good one." She replied before walking back out into the hallway.

Michael rolled his eyes as he leaned back on his hands on the sofa. Michael's mind wandered back to what had happened at Sara's apartment. Was he really doing the right thing by marrying Becky? Did he really love her like he said he did? Michael shook the thoughts from his head

Seconds later the door burst open with Becky, and an older couple walking in the room. Michael inwardly groaned when he saw the who the older couple were. He stood up

and went to go greet them.

"Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Miller." Michael said warmly as he hugged them both.

Mr. Miller began to speak. "So, where is this wedding planner that Becky speaks so highly about? I must meet this young woman who is spending all my money." He said, laughing slightly on the last part.

Michael looked down and chuckled nervously as Becky interjected. "I called her before I came in she sounded a bit hangover but not at much as Michael does. So we're meeting her at one thirty at her office" She said checking her watch. "We should get going."

Becky then started to walk out of the hotel room, grabbing her purse and leading the way.

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"Miss Tancredi?" Mr. Miller inquired at the non-moving figure leaning over a pile of papers.

Sara's head snapped up, and saw the four figures in her doorway. She immediately stood up and walked over to shake hands with the bride's parents.

"Nice to meet you, Miss Tancredi, I hope you are feeling not too hungover." Mrs. Miller greeted as she shook her hand.

"Oh, I am feeling better now it was my friend's birthday and we went out and we had too much to drink, but it was fun." She said, sneaking a look at Michael

Mr. Miller shook her hand firmly. "Well that's good to hear now, I hope you're giving what ever my darling wants. I don't care about the cost." He said, standing up straight.

"Okay, sir. I'll keep that in mind." Sara responded, chuckling slightly.

Becky then turned to Sara with excitement written on her face. "So, tell me and my parents what you and Michael here have planned so far!" She said with thrill in her voice.

Michael and Sara locked eye contact, and Sara led her clients into seats in her office. She then opened her mouth to speak. "Well, we picked out flowers. We have photography planned out, and I got it a great price, so you don't have to worry about the cost there." Sara explained, "We don't have the invitations printed yet, but we

should have them soon." She said, casting a slight smile in Michael's direction.

"Sounds like you guys are doing great! Now we just need the dress flowed in and Michael to have his tuxedo fittings, and reservations for the reception hall." Becky clapped smiling.

"Yeah, among other little things, like the cake and champagne." Sara added.

Mr. Miller stood up from his seat, as did Mrs. Miller. "Well, it was my pleasure meeting you, you sound like you know what you're doing." He said as he shook her hand again.

"Thank you." Sara grinned. Mr. and Mrs. Miller smiled and then turned around and started to walk. Becky and Michael then stood up, and began to follow as Sara walked around her desk to lead them out of the building.

"So Sara, how long have you been working here?" Mrs. Miller asked as they waited for the elevator.

"I've worked here for about two years." Sara replied kindly.

Mr. and Mrs. Miller sent each other looks of surprise. "Two years? Well, you certainly made a name for yourself in that short amount of time." Mr. Miller proclaimed with a

smile.

Sara grinned and nodded. She was about to say something when a voice rang out in the hallway.

"Sara!" Joanne screeched, marching down the hallway.

"Yes?" Sara asked through clenched teeth, along with a fake smile.

The brunette stopped abruptly in front of Sara. "We need to talk." She muttered at Sara, while smiling at the Millers' and Michael. She then grabbed Sara's arm and started

to walk off with her.

"I'm going to borrow Sara for a moment. She'll be in touch." Joanne called over her shoulder while dragging Sara off down the hallway.

Once they rounded a corner, Joanne opened a random door and pushed herself and Sara inside. Sara stumbled in the room. She then turned around fiercely at Joanne.

"What was so important that you just had to drag me off like I was a dog for?" Sara asked angrily.

Joanne smirked. "Well, someone told me that instead of working yesterday, you were off at a bar downing shots like a crazy person."

Sara looked down. "It's a long story-"

Joanne chuckled coldly. "So you were off drinking shots at a bar? Anything else you want to add to that? Oh, yes, how about you were with the groom, who happened to

be your ex-boyfriend and patient at Fox River from which he broke out from?

"Joanne he is not my"- Sara tried to tell her but was cut off by Joanne carrying on as though she hadn't her. "When I head this, I dismissed the idea immediately, knowing

that it couldn't possibly be true. But when I overheard you retelling the same story on the phone to one of your friends...I have only one thing to say to you Sara: Get your act together." She said nastily, before walking out of the office.

Sara sighed and leaned back on the desk as she watched the door close. "What am I doing?" She groaned, leaning her head back. She then stood fully up and walked out of the office, only to find that her that the Millers and Michael were gone. She let out a breath and then decided to go home as there was not much for her to do.

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