Katt: The letter made you cry? Aww..well this chapter's for you!
Everyone was asking for more so here it is, my longest chapter yet!
Disclaimer: I don't own Prison Break, no money is being made from this story.
In the last chapter:
Lost in her thoughts Sara didn't even hear the knock on the door until the seconed time.
"Just a second!" she yelled as quickly hid the letter and wiped away the last of her tears.
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'Why do I need all this security? I live in an apartment for Pete's sake.' Sara thought as she finished sliding the last of four bolts and reached for the doorknob.
Swinging the door open revealed a delivery man holding a small package. He looked strangely familiar, Sara couldn't figure out why until he looked up at her. When she realized who the man was she gasped and covered her mouth.
"Linc-" she began.
"Package for you ma'am." Lincoln cut her off. His eyes told her not to say anything that would reveal his identity. He was wearing a baseball cap and navy blue uniform that was similar to the P.I. suit he used to wear with the exception of the company logo.
Sara nodded and mutely took the package from his arms and signed the form, the box was surprisingly light for it's size.
She finished signing her name and Lincoln stepped forward to take the clipboard from her, as he did he leaned down close to her ear.
"He misses you Sara." his voice was just above a whisper.
It took her a few seconds to realize what he just said and she nodded.
"Tell him," a small sniffle escaped her, "Tell him that I'm waiting and that I will keep waiting. No matter how long."
Lincoln smiled at her words but didn't say anything, he looked at her and pointed to the box.
Sara looked down at it, it was covered in thick brown paper with her name scrawled on the top in black. She looked up again to find that Lincoln was gone.
Smiling to herself she closed her door and sat down on the couch with her parcel.
The paper was thick but her knife cut through it easily, she ripped off the remaining paper to reveal a plain white box the size of a dictionary.
Opening it she discovered the reason it was so light. It was filled with little pieces of foam, digging through it all she discovered two items.
A book on Ghandi and a folded paper rose. Sara picked up the rose and smiled, it was so beautiful. She preferred it to normal flowers because they would die after a week or two and required so much work. Michael's rose would never die, never need any watering or food. It would simply sit on her mantle, reminding her of him every time she looked at it.
One rose for her office and one for her home, the two places she spent the most time. She tore her eyes away and remembered when Michael gave her the first rose.
Flashback:
"You seem distracted."
"Got a lot on my mind, I guess."
"Yeah? Got anything to do with the people who took this toe"
She tried again to find out who cut his toe off.
"Nice flowers"
Once again he refused to acknowledge the question by changing the subject.
"Right." She sighed.
"Do we have an admirer?" Michael had a smile on his face, teasing her, but Sara could hear the smallest bit of jealousy in his voice and smiled at it.
"They're from my father." She answered honestly.
"Ahh, what's the occasion?" The jealousy was gone.
"It's my birthday."
"Today?" Michael asked, he was obviously surprised.
"Mmhmm."
"Happy birthday." Sara was pleased to hear that his voice was filled with genuine honesty.
"Thank you."
"Okay." Michael said, taken aback.
"Hmm?" She asked.
"Well birthday's aren't usually a sore subject, that's all."
Sara glanced at him but didn't say anything.
"Unless the celebrant is feeling her age, which I don't see how you could be." Michael had that teasing smile on his face again. Sara gave him a friendly glare.
"I'm twenty-nine years old, Michael, I am not feeling my age." She sighed, "It's just that out of all those twenty-nine birthdays my father has managed to see me on precisely.. six of them." She chanced a look at Michael but his face revealed nothing. "So.. I get flowers instead. Flowers that end up dead and in the trash a week later." Sara would have liked nothing better than to just throw the flowers away right that moment, then she realized Michael was looking at her funny.
"That sounded bitter, huh?" She asked.
"Kind of." He looked like he was about to laugh over her hatred of flowers.
"It's not that big a deal." she told him, "You'll all set, I will see you tomorrow." She turned around to put the needle away.
"Okay." Michael began walking towards the door but stopped, "I'm sorry you feel that way, about the flowers I mean."
Sara slowly turned around to see Michael being taken back to his cell by a guard. A small paper rose lay on a pile of her medical reports. She picked it up and a smile slowly crept across her face.
Maybe birthdays weren't so bad after all.
End Flashback.
Sara couldn't help but smile at the memory. Her day didn't start off all that great but Michael had turned it around.
It was getting late so Sara threw away the foam filled box and wrappings. She had a goofy grin on her face.
'Get a hold of yourself girl,' she thought, 'You're acting like a teenager again.'
She laughed aloud at her thoughts and walked towards her bedroom.
The glint of something caught her eye and Sara turned to look at the source.
It was the light reflecting off the cover of the Ghandi book, still smiling she walked over and picked it up.
It was a small paperback book full of Ghandi's most famous quotes.
Slowly turning the front cover open, a piece of paper fell from the book and landed on the floor.
Heart racing Sara bent down to pick it up. For a moment she was scared that nothing was written on it.
She was relieved to see a small bit of familiar writing on it,
Sara,
My apologies that I could not contact you sooner
but the risk was just too great.
My brother and I are keeping well,
I hope the same applies to yourself.
Thank you again for everything that you did for me.
I'm sorry that this letter is so short,
but they always said that good things come in small packages.
Michael.
Sara wasn't at all surprised to find tears slowly falling down her cheeks. His letters did that to her.
Turning the piece of paper over she saw two more lines of writing. The first one read;
next thursday, the 20th. 8:30am.
Now that puzzled Sara and she was not a person to get easily puzzled, but then again it was Michael.
Moving her eyes down to the seconed line she read;
p. 87, #4.
Quickly Sara turned to page eighty seven in the book and found number four, it was one on Ghandi's quotes of love.
The law of love knows no bounds of space or time.
After reading that short, simple quote she realized just how true it was, how much it applied to every single person in the entire world.
This time Sara was shocked to find herself on her knees, the tears silently pouring from her eyes.
She didn't even bother to wipe them away.
All of a sudden she felt so drained, physically and emotionally. She lifted her body down to the floor and laid there.
Her last thought before she drifted to sleep was of Michael's smiling face.
"I will come."
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