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Disclaimer: Prison Break is the best show on TV and sadly I don't own any of it.
Sara sprang up against the frame of the bed, the moment of safety and love lost as she regained her defences. Sara looked back at Michael anger beginning to rise within her.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Sara demanded.
Michael looked a little taken back but quickly recomposed himself.
"It's nice to see you too." he said throwing her one of his charming smiles.
"How did you get in my house anyway?" She asked ignoring his previous comment, looking firmly at him.
Michael stared back into her eyes before continuing.
"Your front door was unlocked…….. Do you always leave it unlocked; you gave me the impression in Fox River that you don't trust many people"
"I guess you proved why that is" she counter-acted quickly a hint of coldness in her voice as she remembered him using her.
Michael sighed and closed his eyes as he leaned his head into the palm of his hands.
"Sara…. I told you already how sorry I am that I did that to you. It's been eating away at me and I know I don't deserve your forgiveness. I just hope you understand why I did it." He said looking meaningfully in Sara eyes, remorse more than evident.
Deep down Sara did understand but the fact still was that he had used her. Gotten her to open up to him and then just threw it all in her face. Forgiving him would be too easy; she wouldn't be able to feel the hurt she felt now if she forgave him. Forgiving him would mean that she would have to face the other feelings she felt for him.
Sara turned her head away no longer able to look into his eyes while willing the tears threatening to spill out, to go away. She didn't want him to see her in a state of raw emotion.
"Please….just go….I can't." Sara said sadly refusing to look back into his eyes. Sara sat there hoping he would leave as she instructed but they both knew he wasn't going that easily.
They sat in the silence for a minute, Sara looking determined out the window feeling Michael's eyes on her. No longer able to stand the quiet Sara made a move to get off the bed and leave the room. She planned to jump in her car and go for a long drive hoping that when she would get back, Michael would be gone. Halfway through arising off her bed Sara fell back down, her head feeling like she had been hit with a club.
Michael jumped to his feet and hurried around the bed to where Sara now sat trying to recompose herself from the constant thumping going on inside her head. Michael sat beside Sara and looked at her with worry.
"Are you feeling alright?" Michael asked lifting his palm to Sara's forehead.
"I'm fine" Sara said annoyed pulling her face away from him. "I just have a headache" she continued, once again trying to rise, holding onto the frame of her bed for support.
"Yeah…." Michael said. "It didn't have anything to do with this, did it?" Michael asked seriously holding out an object in his hand.
Sara slowly turned around and looked at the syringe he held out in his hand. Her breathing increased slightly as she remembered what she had done before Michael had turned up in her bedroom. Sara lifted her eyes to Michael his gaze staring intently at her looking for answers.
"How dare you!" Sara said anger bubbling inside her.
"How dare you come into my house and accuse me of being an addict. After all I have done for you… after all you have done to me, how Dare you stand there and judge me!"
Michael continued to look at Sara intently as she stared back at him wishing he would just vanish into thin air.
"So…that's a yes then?" he said asking the rhetorical question.
"You, bastard!" Sara said in a low voice filled with hate, storming from the bedroom into her ensuite, slamming the door behind her. She then spotted her cordless phone sitting on the bench and grabbed the phone her bad feelings towards Michael right now spurring her on. Sara punched 3 numbers into the phone and listened as it rang twice before a woman answered.
"Chicago County police, name please?" the woman on the other end said, probably repeating that same sentence for the 200th time today.
"Um…yes this is Sara Tancredi of 135 Rosemary Avenue, I have a problem…." Sara suddenly paused, what was she doing?
"What is your problem Madame…..hello"
Sara quickly hung up the phone disgusted with what she was actually about to do. No matter how angry she was it him, he didn't deserve to go back to a place like that and get an extra 10 more years.
She felt overwhelmed with all the emotions running through her at the moment: hate, shame, anger, embarrassment…..love? Sara paced in the bathroom trying to find a way to block out these feelings. She tried to picture being in a nice calm place like a tropical beach but dark storm clouds, thunder and lightning would appear andquickly drowned out any peacefulness.
No longer pacing Sara looked into the medicine cabinet mirror seeing her reflection looking sad and desperate back at her. She walked forward and opened the door revealing the many different medications inside although Sara only stared at one. Glistening back at her sat a bottle of morphine Sara had stolen 6 months ago on a particularly bad day. She ended up resisting the temptation of using so instead left it in the medicine cabinet, in case she really needed it in the future.
Grabbing the bottle, she brought it down and looked at it, tears forming in her eyes. Sara reached back into the cabinet and pulled out a new syringe, the protective lid still on the needle, hating herself but unable stop. Holding both the bottle and syringe in her right hand Sara closed the cabinet door and was shocked to see Michael standing inside the door frame of the bathroom looking at her sadly. She had been so caught up in her emotions she hadn't heard him enter
Sara looked into Michael's eyes with despair and before she could do anything about it, the tears came flooding out of her eyes. Michael cautiously approached Sara and he took her into his arms and held on to her tight, as if letting go would cause her to disappear. Sara leaned into his shoulder, his warmth passing into her giving a new sense of hope.
"It's alright….everything is going to be alright" Michael said in a soft and supporting voice.
Sara pulled her face away from Michaels shoulder and looked up into his eyes searching for the truth.
"Okay? Everything is going to be fine" he said reassuringly and Sara closed her eyes and nodded back at Michael in belief.
"Okay" Michael said now turning his attention to Sara's right hand. "How about you hand that over before you do something you will regret"
Sara looked back down at the drugs in her hand and began shaking her head not wanting to let them go.
"Would you rather them then this" Michael said closing in the space between them again. Sara looked deeply into his eyes before their lips met each other in a sweet embrace. She knew that this feeling was greater then any a drug could give her and as they continued to kiss Michael slowly reached out his left hand and gently took the drugs out of Sara's hand.
They parted and Michael looked back at Sara with pride as she slowly smiled back at him. They stood there looking at each other for what felt like an eternity before a loud crash echoed through her apartment.
Sara looked away quickly out into her bedroom, fear rising inside of her.
"What is going on out there, I said for them to wait quietly" Michael said sounding annoyed.
"Them?" Sara realising Michael must not have come alone.
"Wait here" he said as he left the bathroom.
Sara left the bathroom behind him, there's no way she was going to do that. She wanted to know just who he had brought into her house. Michael walked into the lit lounge room and when Sara entered she wished she had stayed in the bathroom. Sitting on her lounge was Lincoln, C-Note and Tweener. Leaning up against a wall was none other then the mob boss John Abruzzi who was eyeing off T-Bag stretched out in Sara's reclining chair humming to himself, looking quite smug. Kneeling on the floor was Sucre cursing in another language at the vase laying smashed on the floor.
Everyone's attention fell to Michael and Sara as they entered the room. Sara felt very nervous at being surrounded by so many convicts and felt anger at Michael that he brought them here; hell she couldn't believe he would let some of these people escape with him.
"Ah yeah, sorry about the vase, doc" Sucre said to Sara. "Thing appeared out of nowhere and was on the ground before I could do anything about it."
'D…don't worry about it" Sara said nervously trying to shoot Michael an accusing stare.
Michael walked over to Lincoln and began talking to him in a low voice. Instinctively Sara backed up to the door, ready in case she needed to flee.
T-Bag noticing Sara's fear sat forward.
"It's alright doc, we're all friends here……just think of yourself as Snow White and we're the Seven dwarfs" T-Bag said in a very sinister tone.
"Now didn't she cook them some food, because being locked up in that great big metal cage has got me one huge appetite...Or there are other things you could do for us" he said smiling at Sara, goose bumps appearing on her arms and her heartbeat rising.
Michael picking up what he just said rose to his feet lookingthreatingly at T-Bag.
"You better keep your mouth shut!" he said eyeing off T-Bag. Lincoln, Sucre, C-Note and Abruzzi all staring at him in agreement.
"I was only having a friendly talk with the doc, no harm intended" T-Bag said slyly before stretching back out on the recliner.
Everyone continued to stare at him for a few more moments before going back to their own thoughts they had been caught up in before T-Bags little interruption.
Sara unable to continue standing there feeling the eyes of the people in the room constantly flickering towards her and Michael mustered up the courage to talk.
"Hem hm…" Sara cleared her throat and everyone turned their heads toward her "I…um….I am going to go into the kitchen, is there anything you guys need" Sara asked hoping they would all decline.
T-Bag looked like he wanted to say something but he looked towards Lincoln who looked firmly back at him and didn't say anything.
"Only if you got a Burger King joint in here" C-Note said casually.
Everyone else declined and thankful to get away Sara popped out of the lounge room and walked slowly into the kitchen feeling overwhelmed by her unexpected visitors. She turned on the kettle and put a teabag in a mug waiting for the kettle to boil. Sara heard someone approach from behind and quickly turned around ready to fight or flee. She was glad to see that it was only Michael and released a huge sigh of relief.
"What are all these people doing in my house?" Sara demanded slightly annoyed.
"Our escape didn't go entirely as planned" Michael said simply.
"I thought you were getting Lincoln out, what are all these other inmates doing here?" Sara continued to interrogate.
"I needed some of them to help me once I broke out" Michael continued.
"And the others?" Sara pushed on.
"Like I said, it didn't go entirely as planned."
"Shit" Sara cursed as she took in the scope of things. "You do realise that if they do anything out here, that is going to be on my conscious knowing I helped them escape.How could you let people like that out" Sara pleaded with anger at Michael.
"Look I have it all wor-." Michael suddenly froze, the colour draining from his face. Sara picked up what was making Michael suddenly so scared. The sound of sirens was ringing outside on a nearby road and seemed to be drawing closer. Michael ran to a front window and pulled the curtain back slightly to look out on the road. The sirens were now really close and the next moment the blue and red lights could be seen approaching. The police cars skidded to a stop in front of Sara's apartment and the cops jumped out of their cars, armed with their guns.
Michael quickly ran back into the lounge room, Sara close behind him.
"We have to go…NOW!" Michael yelled to the others. They all sprang up picking up the sound of the sirens.
"The Bitch ratted us out" T-Bag said angrily giving Sara a death stare.
Everyone turned to look at Sara. They all looked questioningly at her to find out whether she really had, all except Michael.
"No….I didn't……I……." Suddenly Sara realised that the police probably were here because of her, because of that stupid spur of the moment phone call she made earlier.
Sara turned around to Michael regret etched in her face.
"I…I'm so sorry" She barely whispered to him. Michael looked back at her the meaning behind her words dawning on him. Sara looked into Michaels eyes and felt her heart drop as he looked back at her distantly and hurt.