Thank you to everyone who took the time to R&R, I really appreciate it. I wasn't expecting this story to just create itself in my head. When I was watching ep #7 and Wentworth Miller's character began talking about Baja, everything sort of snowballed……
One review I found funny was someone saying I update fast. LOL This is a good thing as I have a fic for Alias that I have been hacking at for two years, and to answer the question brewing in your mind,
No. It is not a long or even involved fic.
I hope you like where this one is going. I hope you all enjoy this chap.
The accusation spoken out loud was like a sucker punch in the gut. She understood everything he'd said and with this came the question of the day.
"You knew what this was, you just told me so. You didn't have enough faith however to simply trust that I would never betray you."
Laughing through her tears she looked at the ceiling thoroughly frustrated.
"Michael! You of all people should know how much I didn't believe you belonged in there! Sure you broke the law however you could have simply gotten community service and probation. Now….." trailing off she shook her head.
She brought her gaze back to his looking for anything to rationalize this new hell he got to live.
"Why are you doing this? For him? Don't you matter?" she quizzed.
Coming to the realization that she was in a place to understand he strode over to where she sat and lowered himself down beside her.
"If this relationship between us does go any further there is one thing that you will know about me very quickly. I give everything for the people I love. There is no middle ground with that. I couldn't -wouldn't- just sit there and let him die when that last appeal was over. Sara, you have to know that I wouldn't be me if it weren't for my brother." he explained quietly.
A wave of exhaustion crashing over her, Sara lowered her head to his shoulder to listen. He told her stories of their childhood where Lincoln had stood up for his little brother time and time again not once complaining or asking for anything in return. He tried to make her see how badly Lincoln felt about his brother not having a Dad and doing whatever it took to fill that void. He told other stories of happy times in their lives when it looked like life was coming full circle and they were going to come out even after all. Unfortunately someone else had bigger plans. He talked for hours and she listened to ever word, absorbing every nuance of his childhood and wanting to know more.
He knew that there was so much more to reveal but he didn't want to get into those complications at that hour. Looking down at her he saw what his mind refused to register earlier when she'd come to the door. Her skin was almost translucent it was so pale, her cheekbones were more prominent than ever telling him that she hadn't been eating, and the dark smudges under her eyes giving away her true exhaustion.
Pressing a chaste kiss to her hair he picked her up in his arms causing her to gasp.
"Enough of this. Sleep now and we'll talk more later." he ordered. "Did you leave your luggage out in your car?"
Looking confused for a moment a sudden look of "Aw Damn!" came across her features.
Chuckling to himself he asked, "Problem?"
"Only if you count my bag still being at the airport as one." she answered burying her face into his neck.
"Not a problem for me!" he replied jokingly. Receiving a swat he added, "I'm sure I have something, although the alternative was a better in my opinion."
As he put her down he dodged another attack and walked to the dresser and pulled out one of his favorite t-shirts for her. They both got ready for bed in companionable silence moving around each other as if they'd been doing it for years. As hot as it was they both decided they'd be more comfortable in the hammock and then resumed their earlier positions. As she lay listening to his breath evening out, the sound of the waves crash on shore and after awhile feeling a slight breeze come up rocking the hammock slightly, Sara realized how cathartic the past hours had been and fell into the soundest, dreamless sleep she'd had in over month.