Thanks for the reviews guys! And sorry about the format, I did have something separating the scenes but when I transferred the document it got messed up. Oh and yea I totally didn't read a spoiler for that Kellerman making Sara pie thing then I saw last week's episode and I was like weird! Okay, so here we go! as alwayss i don't own the show...though I wouldn't mind having wentworth miller ;-)
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Sara slowly unlocked her door and walked into her neat apartment. She switched on the lights and went directly to the kitchen. Kellerman closed the door behind him and surveyed the area. He noticed the windows and the different rooms, the closest set of knives that he may have to block her access to, and any phones that could be within her reach. If he did decide to extract information tonight he had to be prepared and the cool steel sitting between his skin and his jeans told him he would be.
Sara scurried quickly mostly because she was unsure about what she was doing. She didn't know this man; they had just met, at a NA meeting nonetheless. Why would she invite him in? Of course the fact that he told her about his partner made her relax since she didn't need to worry about him making a pass at her. But how did she think she would stay concentrated on him when all she was thinking about was that phone call? When they were at dinner she excused herself and went into the bathroom to attempt to call the number back. She knew that she shouldn't care and that she should just pretend she never heard his voice but she couldn't.
There were so many mysteries surrounding Michael and even if he didn't deserve to be forgiven, she deserved to know the truth. She hated that he consumed her every thought, she hated that she couldn't get that kiss out of her head, she hated him because he made her love him. Of course the phone was disconnected; he was too smart for that. So how, she wondered, did he expect her to know what he was talking about? Who was she supposed to be afraid of?
"So point me to the measuring cups," Lance said interrupting Sara's thoughts. She smiled weakly and began gathering the things that he would need. Yes, he shouldn't be there, but at least it was somewhat of a distraction. "So you said you were a doctor, where did you work?" he asked nonchalantly.
Sara's head snapped up from the bowls she was taking out, she met his eyes and hesitated. Anyone with any ties to me and my brother is in danger now. What did he mean by that? He had mentioned conspiracies before but what he meant by that she wasn't sure. Maybe she was being paranoid, he just asked her where she worked, that's a pretty common question. She still didn't feel comfortable mentioning Fox River although she was sure he must've seen the news by now, "I worked in a hospital mostly doing standard check ups and physicals. Rotated through Emergency Medicine in the beginning."
She lied, well not completely, he had read her file over and over and she had done all those things. But she lied about Fox River and that worried him. Was she catching on to him or did she just not want to be questioned about the media frenzy surrounding the break out? He decided to change subjects just incase. He began mocking Sara for her organization while looking around her apartment; this way he could make her smile and still be glancing over countertops and in open bags. Origami. One of Scofields many talents. She was in communication with him and Kellerman knew it. Yup, Kellerman knew he was damn good at his job. And killing Michael Scofield and Lincoln Burrows would be just the thing to prove that.
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"Michael, just go to sleep man," Lincoln could see his brother continue to force his eyes open.
"I can't. There's still too much to be done," Michael was methodically writing down lines and numbers, piecing together the meaning of his contingency plan tattoos.
"Bro, that genius brain of yours is going to turn on itself if you don't give it some rest."
"Will you stop worrying? I'm fine."
"Michael, we're driving to Utah, two of the most wanted people in America, with every cop and every greedy citizen in the country after us and my son is on his way to an adult facility in the middle of Arizona. You can't tell me not to worry, but I can tell you to get some damn sleep so we get through this alive."
Michael didn't take his eyes off his brother through the entire small speech. He was Lincoln again, not some screw up living in a dingy apartment. What was ironic was that when Lincoln actually became a 'real criminal' he morphed back into Michael's real older brother, LJ's real father, Veronica's real love.
Veronica, Michael hadn't had enough time to even stop and think about it. He knew there would be delayed grief to be grasped later. He knew it was killing Lincoln inside and he was surprised they were both managing to still get through it all. Michael thought that Lincoln was feeling the same way he was, Veronica couldn't have died for nothing. Lincoln was doing this for her, of course for Michael and LJ also.
"We're going to get to LJ Linc, I promise."
"I can't leave him Mike, I won't." Lincoln kept facing forward, attempting to shield the worry and fear in his voice with sheer determination.
"It wasn't in the plan, but I think LJ being sent to Arizona actually works out in our favor." Michael stared at the papers on his lap that he had been working on for an hour.
"How do you figure that?"
"It's closer to Utah and Mexico. Plus, it gives us more time to figure out how to get him."
"Time isn't what we need Michael.We need a plan." Lincoln was becoming aggravated. So was Michael.
"We have a plan Linc and the first and most important part of that plan is to get Westmoreland's money! Stop thinking about LJ and start thinking about getting us to Utah so that we can get what we need to save him!"
"Stop thinking about LJ? He's my son for Christ sakes! What the hell else am I supposed to be thinking about?"
The air between Michael and Lincoln turned to tension and both brothers needed to stop and breathe. Lincoln needed to get to LJ, Michael needed to get to Sara, and both needed to get to Mexico.
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"Wah Lah, home made blueberry pie," Kellerman gloated as he took out the pie.
"To be fair the crust was pre-made," Sara teased him.
He laughed, "Yes, I suppose you're right. Well it's the best I could do." He added a shrug for extra sympathy.
Sara laughed with him, "Then I guess we'll just have to take it. Let's let it cool for a few minutes. Do you want coffee?"
"Coffee sounds great, do you mind if I turn on the news for a second to see the score of the game?"
"No, not at all," Sara turned her attention back to the coffee. Lance wasn't actually interested in the score though, he actually wasn't even sure if there were any important games on that day. What he was hoping was for an opening to bring up the Fox River 8. Maybe he would be able to read her eyes enough to see how much she knew. So far it was just the weather; he walked over to Sara, "Need any help?"
"You baked a practically pre-made cake, you've done enough," she replied sarcastically, "I'm fine thanks," she added sincerely. Kellerman's phone rang, interrupting the conversation.
"Excuse me for a moment. Hello?" Kellerman said flipping open his black razor cell phone. "Yes. Go ahead. And that was it?" Sara was discreetly eavesdropping on the one sided conversation. He turned away from her, "Anything more? Do you know where? Of course. Yes, that's all. Thank you," seeing Sara's suspicion he knew he had to dispel it, "Let me know if you find out anything else. Goodbye. Love you too sis."
Sara seemed to let go of a breath she was holding when she heard the word sister. "Sorry about that, my Uncle's in the hospital so she was just updating me."
Sara's relief was even more apparent and she also seemed to be mentally kicking herself for thinking anything else, "I'm so sorry, is he alright?"
"He's breathing easier. He had pulmonary edema but he seems to be recovering well. Anyway, how about that pie?" Of course the caller on the other end was a CIA agent who owed him a favor. He reported Michael's end of the conversation but also regretfully that he could not trace the number because it had been deactivated the moment the call ended. But Kellerman knew enough, Michael was contacting Sara and something she had could bring him face to face to Michael Scofield.
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Sucre sat on his bike, alone. He couldn't turn around. The wedding had started and Maricruz, his Maricruz, was becoming Hector's Maricruz. There was nothing he could do now, but he wouldn't accept that. She was having his son, their son, and he'd be damned if he wasn't a part of that. He gave the gas attendant some of the money Michael had given him. Money. That was it.
If he could get out of this place and send for her, maybe she would come. Theresa didn't even tell her he was there. Maybe she would have come with him, jumped on his bike…well, his cousin's bike…and driven off to Mexico. Maybe, she still would. Money, well, robbing another liquor store wouldn't be the best idea. Digging into some Utah soil? Well, now that had possibilities. He started the motorcycle and drove away from Maricruz but at the same time, he was really driving towards her.
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Kellerman and Sara sat in the living room exchanging stories and eating pie. Kellerman was telling Sara about his first day of NA, inventing some story of crazy sponsors and bad coffee. He was using his "Lance charm" to make her laugh and eventually trust him. Sara was laughing but she wasn't completely listening. She was having a constant debate with herself whether or not she should call Michael. The first crane had been encoded. She recognized it in the hospital but couldn't figure it out until she got home. She dug through her college textbooks which she of course still had stored away. How he knew the ancient scripture was beyond her. He was still full of so many mysteries.
The code gave her instructions. Take the first and last number of each crane and string them together until she had a phone number. Then of course, call him. She needed five cranes. She had already received three of them. She suddenly remembered she hadn't gotten her mail yet. They could be there, both of them. She could call Michael right now. But should she? He said it wasn't safe there but why was she supposed to trust him? She didn't even know him. She didn't know his mother's name or his favorite movie. She didn't know where he went to high school or how many serious girlfriends he had. She didn't know how he took his coffee or if he preferred pepsi or coke.
But she knew he liked 50 cent beer and origami. She knew he could make her smile with his remarks and silly jokes. She knew he would save her whenever she needed it. She knew how he looked at her and how intense his stare could be. She knew how he smelled and how soft his skin was. She knew the taste of his lips and the grip of his hand. And sometimes, she knew he loved her.
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"Take a right at the next intersection," Lincoln didn't reply, he just turned the car. They had been silent for almost an hour now. Michael rubbed his eyes then ran his hand over his shaven head. Lincoln glanced over at him; he looked tired, exhausted, worried, and scared. It wasn't until now that Lincoln really saw his little brother since the day of his execution when they said goodbye. He looked at the tattoos adorning his wrists and thought about the burn on his back and the shoe that was only covering 3 toes. He thought about the Doctor that Michael left behind, about the life he left behind.
He had thanked Michael before but it was now that he realized how much his brother had done for him. He gave up his life and a little bit of himself. He sacrificed himself for Lincoln and he could never get back to normal. "Michael…"
Michael turned his head and looked at Lincoln, "I want to say, well, I want to say that you didn't have to…you know…do all this. You didn't have to get me out of there. I may not have killed that man but I still wasn't exactly a pure soul. You, you gave up…"
"I don't care what I gave up. I don't care about any of it. What I care about is my brother and that I sure as hell wasn't giving up."
"Still Mike, thank you."
"You're welcome. I wouldn't change any of it if that's what you're wondering. If I could go back, I'd do it all again. Well, I may have avoided losing those toes." Lincoln smiled, as did Michael. "Thirty more miles and we'll be in good old Utah. Hopefully, an hour after that we'll be on our way to Arizona with five million dollars in the trunk."
"Arizona huh?"
"Arizona. I'm not sure how we'll do it yet but we will."
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"Can I use your bathroom?" Kellerman asked.
"Of course, it's down the hall to your right. I'm actually going to run downstairs to grab my mail, I'll be right back." Sara seized the opportunity to settle her anticipation. She thought it would have been rude to interrupt his story about his little sister with, "Excuse me, I'm going to go get my mail. It's okay keep talking, I'm not listening anyway."
Sara couldn't wait any longer; she had to see if they were there. She had been tapping her foot for the past hour wondering. She stuck her key into the box and turned it quickly. Five envelopes were sitting in the box. Two of them were white, the other three were different colors; lavender, mint green, and baby blue. All of Michael's envelopes were colored. It was an insignificant detail but she had noticed. When she got back into her apartment Lance was in the kitchen putting their dishes away.
"You don't have to do that," she offered.
"It's fine, I was the one intruding, I can at least clean up my mess," he noticed the letters in her hand and Sara wasn't the only one to pick up on Michael's like of color. Sara walked over to her desk and opened all three envelopes at once and dumped the contents onto the wood. She made sure her back was turned to Lance so he wouldn't question the origami scattered on the desk. There were two cranes and one rose. She inspected all quickly, seeing that the rose had no message and was just a gift, a reminder. The two cranes had the phone numbers and a number in the upper right hand corner indicating which crane it was so that she could piece together the correct numbers. The last crane had a word written across the bottom: please. Sara couldn't move.
Her breath caught in her throat and she stuck the cranes with the others, in her NA book. Lance had been watching her the entire time. He didn't need to use the bathroom; he needed to make a phone call. Agent Kim had informed him that his time with Sara was useless but they wouldn't need him for anything else anyway. He was done. The president no longer needed his services and he wasn't needed in the Company any longer. Kellerman said he could get to Burrows within 2 days and asked if this would make a difference. Kim said that if he brought him Burrows…and Scofield…he could have almost anything he asked for, but he had zero confidence that it was possible.
Kellerman also loaded his gun while he was there and took a long look in the mirror. Too bad, he thought, in a different time I could've actually just enjoyed her company. He slid his gun back into its position by his waist and walked into the living room, waiting for the perfect opportunity. He didn't even know how great his timing was.
Once he saw her stop and stare at the mail he knew it was Scofield. He'd found the previous cranes but all were disconnected or unavailable numbers. He saw the head of a blue crane peaking out from behind Sara. She seemed frozen by whatever she was holding. He felt it, this was the time he had to do it, he didn't have another choice. He was never nervous about doing his job, but this was his last chance.
Sara stared at the word on the crane; please. Her moment of reflection was interrupted by Lance's voice, "Sara, in NA we're told to be honest with each other and ourselves right?"
She turned around and saw his gun drawn and his arms tightened, "Well, I haven't been being very honest."
okay, so that's it for now! my next chapter will be up much sooner since i just started a job where i pretty much just sit at the computer for 3 hours. Reviews please!