Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Prison Break or any of its contents. I own none of the following characters: LJ Burrows, Lincoln Burrows, Michael Scofield, Sara Tancredi, Theodore Bagwell or Veronica Donavon. I do however own the rights to Kit and Carrie and Melissa.
A/N: Well, your questions will be answered but with another questioned answered…leaves another question un-answered…
Next Morning…
---------------Michael's house--------------- (9:01 a.m.) --------------------
"Good morning young lady…" Michael mumbled tossing his partially bare body against Sara's back, creating a swarm of heat between the couple.
"…What time is it…?" An exhausted Sara asked reaching her gentle hands along the creases of the blue and white bed sheets.
"That is not of importance Sara, as long as I'm with you there is no need in worrying about the time." Scofield explained as he admired the young brunette roll her body onto her side, facing Michael's broad shoulders.
"I know but I wanted to look at apartment's today hun. I can't live with you forever. Your brother said there was a new apartment complex by the beach over on Manzana St." She explained to Michael while she ran her index finger along the lines of his six-pack.
"What's wrong with living here…?" He questioned raising his arm so that his head was setting on top of his hand against the pillow. "We have a nice beach in the backyard so what is the point of you finding your own place. Give me three reasons why an apartment is better than living with me."
"There is nothing wrong with living here with you Michael…" She mimicked Michael's stance placing her hand underneath her head propping it up against the soft pillow below her so that Sara was now face to face with Michael. "I don't know three reasons why…I just figured things would be easier and better if I had my own place…"
"Alright that is one reason…not a very good one, but it is a reason. Name the other two Ms. Tancredi…" Scofield demanded running his other hand over Sara's shoulder, stopping at her navel. "I'm waiting Miss."
"I don't know. I can't just come up with something on the spot like that. If I had my own place I could trash it without having to worry about picking up my mess…" Sara explained looking into the crystal blue eyes of the man she loved in front of her. "I don't know anymore Michael. What is the point of this anyway?"
"Okay so that is two reasons but you still need one more Sara. Just one more reason and this interrogation is over." Scofield said pressing his lips firmly against Sara's so that she was unable to speak. He gently shut his eyes as he kissed Sara passionately in the middle of his king size bed. Sara's hand traveled down Michael's neck until she reached the brim of his boxers. She grasped his boxers and began sliding them down, exposing his bare body. "Wait young lady, you still have to give me the third reason…" Michael grabbed the young brunette's hand and kissed the top of it as he held her pale white hand.
"Michael…!" She pouted trying to contain the recent frustration building up inside her small frame. "I don't wanna…" Sara continued to pout and sat up from the horizontal position placing her hands in front of her torso.
"Alright, if that's the way you want to be Sara…I guess I'll just go downstairs, eat breakfast and watch the game…" Scofield said rising up from the bed placing his Scooby-Doo slippers on his bare feet and walking towards the bedroom door. He glanced back at the young brunette and noticed she was sitting in the middle of his bed in a fighting stance. "You want to fight me?" He questioned turning back around to see Sara with her fists toward his body.
"Well you have to options: you can either come in this bed with me right now and finish what you started or I'll have to come and attack you. You choose." She explained crawling along the edges of the bed exposing her fierce eyes to the tattooed man in the corner of the room.
"How about you give me the third reason and then I'll come and get you…" He reasoned walking closer to the bed as he watched the feisty brunette claw at his upper body. "Come on Miss Tancredi…tell me the answer…"
"I don't have one Michael…but I do have a solution…" Sara suggested wrapping her arms around his tense neck as she attempted to pull his body against hers but the strength of the tattooed man was far greater for the weak girl. "Michael…" She moaned resting her head against his bare chest.
"Okay. I'm going to go downstairs and get a bowl of cereal. Do you need anything while I'm down there…?" Scofield asked grabbing Sara's hands and flinging them to her sides. He slowly made his way to the door and turned the knob slightly as he felt a quick rush of cool air against his lower body.
"No." She pouted crossing her arms in front of her body and giving Michael a said puppy face. "I'm going to need the….never mind…"
Michael smiled at the pouting brunette and shut the door behind him. He turned around to see the white wooden bedroom door and smirked. Scofield ventured his way down the stairs and into the living room. He noticed there was a bottle of whiskey on the coffee table. Shaking his head in disgust, he picked up the bottle and sat it on the bar of the kitchen. Opening the fridge Michael noticed a shadow in the corner of his eye. He grabbed a glass bottle of fruit juice and turned around to find Lincoln in the middle of the kitchen floor.
"Linc…?" Scofield questioned setting the glass bottle on the island as he knelt down by his brother, examining the many wounds in and around his face. "Lincoln!" He screamed as he watched Sara walk into the kitchen wearing nothing but her black and pink laced bra and thong.
"What is going on?" Sara asked until she noticed Lincoln in the middle of the kitchen floor next to her boyfriend. "Is he okay?" She crouched down by Linc and placed his head on her lap. Lincoln's eyes were completely swollen, almost his entire face was stained in blood and his arm had shattered glass in it. "Michael, I need you to get me ice, tweezers, rubbing alcohol, and a lot of vodka."
"Okay…" Michael said rushing into the bathroom next to the kitchen as he grabbed the supplies for Sara. He looked around the bathroom for the tweezers until he found a small pair in the medicine cabinet. "Sara, we don't have any rubbing alcohol!" He yelled frantically searching the small bathroom for a bottle of medicinal alcohol.
"Do you have any whiskey? Wait; never mind there is a bottle right here. This is going to hurt…" She warned Linc as she twisted open the whiskey bottle and poured some onto his arm. Burrows cried out in pain as he tried to jerk away from Sara but was in too much pain to move far. "I need you to stay as still as possible."
"It's hard…" Burrows mumbled watching Sara slowly pull out the shards of glass from his wrist. "Damn it!" He yelled as he grabbed the bottle of vodka and began drinking it like a fish.
"Who did this to you?" Scofield asked setting down the rest of the supplies by Sara. "Who was it?" He asked looking into the bloody eyes of his brother.
"I don't know. He was….Fuck…he was wearing black…" Linc cried out in pain as Sara pulled another piece of glass out of his wrist. "He had a distinct…Damn it…accent of some sort…How much more do you have?" He asked in pain.
"Just one more Linc, you're doing good…" The brunette said pulling out the last piece of glass from his thumb. "Okay the hard part is over; all I have to do now is clean up your face." She grabbed a warm paper towel from Michael and began dabbing the towel on the face of Burrows. He looked up at the young brunette and smiled as he gulped another shot of vodka.
"I'll be in my office if you need me…" Michael rubbed his head, took another glance at his brother and disappeared from the kitchen.
---------------Michael's office-------------- (11:44 a.m.) --------------------------------
…Who knew we were in Puerto Viarta? Who could have figured it out? Why would anyone want to hurt Lincoln? If anything, they would come after me. But wait, who is they? Who has something against us?
Sitting in his brown leather office chair, Michael cringed his face and placed his hand against his forehead as he propped himself on the desk Many ideas filled the head of Michael as he looked around the office room thinking about the attack on his brother. In the corner of his eye he noticed his brother sneak into the office with a bandage around his head and a make-do cast around his left arm.
"Are you okay Michael?" Linc asked noticing the pain of his brother. "Don't worry about it so much Michael; you'll hurt your brain if you think anymore."
"I'm not letting whoever did this to you think he or she beat us just like that. I will find this person and make them wish they were never even brought down to this planet. Do you know anything else about who attacked you?" A frustrated Scofield asked his older brother as he pulled up a chair for Burrows and watched him sit down in it.
"No, I just remember getting something from the fridge because LJ…Fuck…where is LJ?" Burrows asked more concerned about his son's absence than the fact he was attacked.
"I don't know. Who did this to you Linc?" Michael interrogated his brother despite the fact his nephew was unaccounted for. "Do you know anything else about your attacker?"
"Michael, I need to know where my son is…" Lincoln said glancing at a photo of his son on the east wall of the office. "I have to find him…"
"He is in his room. I noticed he was with his girlfriend so I left them alone. And yes, I told them they had to keep the bedroom door open…So, about the attacker…" He said continuing to concentrate on the fact someone knew they were in Puerto Viarta. "You said that he had an accent…Sucre…that's it…it was Sucre…" Scofield said now concentrating on the fact the attacker was his cell mate and best friend. "Wait, where is Sara?"
"She went out looking for apartments over on Manzana St. about an hour ago. She said she wasn't gonna live with you anymore or something. I think she said she wanted a house to call her own because she doesn't like getting attached to things that don't last or something." Linc said looking at the pure disappointment on Michael's face.
"Okay." Scofield said thinking about Sara in the back of his mind.
"Why don't we go to the local pub tonight and discuss this. Right now I just want to go and sleep…" A tired Burrows informed his younger brother as he headed out of the office and into the living room of the beach house.
…Sucre…?
---------------Viejo Vallarta (local pub) ------------- (9:36 p.m.) -----------------
Michael and Lincoln entered the local pub to find it jam packed full of people. Normally the bar isn't crowded on a Tuesday night but tonight was a local soccer game therefore it was more populated. Linc followed Michael down to the end of the bar next to a young blonde, about 5' 7" and had ruby red the lips the size of Texas. She was wearing a short denim skirt, straw cowboy hat and a tiny little plaid shirt that just covered the tip of her naval.
"I need two bud lights down here!" Lincoln called out to the dark brunette bartender who was leaned against the counter watching the soccer game with a rowdy group of Mexican guys. "Hey, I need a couple beers down here!"
"Alright calm down…I'll getcha your beers." The bartender drawled filling up a couple glass mugs of Budweiser and sending them down the long marble bar. "Who's winnin' boys?" She asked glancing back at Lincoln then into the group of guys.
"Who do you think she was looking at?" Burrows asked looking at Michael then at the dark brunette as she leaned against the counter this time more towards Burrows exposing her cleavage even more than before.
"I don't know…" Scofield said rolling his eyes and turning his attention to his nice cold beer in front of him. "Why don't you go and figure it out Einstein." He commented finishing the rest of his beer and topping it off with the rest of Linc's.
"Are you two brothers?" The young blonde beside Michael asked leaning against the bar facing Michael.
"Unfortunately yes…" A frustrated Michael commented looking at his brother watch the bartender's every movement.
"My name is Carrie." The blonde said reaching her hand out to shake Michael's. He glanced over at her hand and grabbed it with his left hand. "What is your name?"
"Michael." He answered grabbing another beer from behind the bar and filling his mug up again.
"I'm Carrie, Carrie Sanders. Are you from around here?" She asked turning her body around toward Michael. Carrie placed a bare hand on her right knee and with her other hand she sipped her strawberry daiquiri.
"No." Scofield answered rather short looking at his brother flirt with the bartender. Michael turned back around to face Carrie and smiled. "Where are you from?"
"California. Daddy sent me to college in Austin Texas but I decided to drop out and begin my career as a bartender. What brings you to Mexico?" Carrie questioned admiring the chiseled face of the tattooed man in front of her body. She took a small sip of her daiquiri and smiled widely. Michael observed the young blonde and finished off the rest of his beer.
"Well my brother and I are on business here for a few weeks…." Scofield paused as he looked over at Lincoln who was still flirting with the dark brunette. Michael let off a small chuckle and continued his conversation with Carrie. "I guess you could say we're just a couple of guys looking for a good time." He waggled his eyebrows at the site of Carrie.
"Do you want to go back to my place?" The young blonde asked grabbing a ten dollar bill from her lightly colored pink bra and setting it in the bartender's tip bucket. "I just bought a new bed and haven't been able to 'test it out'." She said smiling at the tattooed man in front of her.
Michael quickly glanced back at his older brother and turned back to the young blonde in front of him. He pulled out a twenty dollar bill and gave it to the bartender beside Lincoln. Burrows looked at his brother for a moment, smiled, and continued his conversation with the dark brunette. Carrie grabbed the hand of Scofield and pulled him into the parking lot of the local pub. She waved her other hand at a cab that picked the two of them up and drove them to a local apartment complex just outside of Puerto Viarta.
--------------- Carrie's apartment #421 ---------------- (11:23 p.m.) -----------------------
"This is it." Carrie said grabbing her silver keychain from her Gucci purse then turned back to face Michael. She grabbed his hands and placed them around her skinny waist. He firmly grabbed her hips as she opened the door to her apartment.
Carrie's apartment looked rather small from the outside. When you first walked in there was a small living room complete with a red micro-fiber couch and a white leather recliner. A T.V. was placed in the corner of the room as was a radio system. Through a doorway by the living room was a large kitchen complete with anything you could imagine. Michael looked around the large kitchen then glanced back at the blonde who was making margaritas in a blender beside him.
"Could you watch these while I slip into something…?" She asked grabbing Michael's hands and placing them on top of the blender. Carrie glanced back at Michael before walking behind a screen in her bedroom.
"Sure." A now drunken Michael said pouring the finished margaritas in two glasses beside the toaster. He watched Carrie enter the kitchen in nothing but a black cashmere rob and furry stilettos that were about two inches high.
"Do you want to take these into the bedroom?" The seductive blonde asked reaching across Michael, exposing most of her cleavage then walking into her bedroom. Michael followed Carrie as he plopped himself down on the bed in the middle of the room.
Scofield grabbed a margarita from Carrie and began drinking it as he watched the young blonde dance in front of him. She waved her robe around her body as she kicked off her shoes looking Michael directly in the eyes. He finished his margarita and placed the now empty glass on top of the nightstand beside the rather large bed. Carrie seductively walked up to the tattooed man and placed a single kiss against his lips.
"Hold on." Carrie said placing a single finger against his freshly kissed lips. She turned around and hovered over the light switch. Her index finger slowly turned the light switch off as the lights immediately turned themselves off exposing the light of a single vanilla candle in the corner of the room.
"Okay." Michael said drinking the rest of Carrie's margarita. He watched her as she quickly walked toward him, grabbed his shirt and flung him on the bed as if he weighed absolutely nothing.
…Sara…
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A/N: This chapter was kind of long compared to the others. Or at least it seems to be longer. Sorry it took so long to post this one but I wanted to make sure this one fit in with the continuing story line. Well, please review. I do love a good review. Only 10 more scheduled chapters to go!! GO ME!