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Michael stood stock still in the doorway of the hotel room, feeling heat flush his cheeks at realizing that he was in a t-shirt and boxers.
His jeans lay on the chair beside the bed…across the room.
He certainly couldn't slam the door on the redhead that stood before him, only to open it ten seconds later grinning with embarrassment at having to put his pants back on.
That was exactly what he wanted to do…but knew he couldn't.
So, the quiet, pensive, serious Michael Scofield did the only thing he could: coughed loudly and stepped aside to let Sara in.
Upon closing the door behind them, he turned to face her with a forced sense of resolve.
"I'm, uh, glad you came Sara."
He wanted to kick himself for stuttering.
Or maybe she about to do that for him.
A ghost of a grin flashed across Sara's features, however, much to Michael's relief.
"Decided to get comfortable I see."
He'd hoped she wouldn't bring that up.
"Uh…yeah, I mean, the air's broken."
Dammit. More stuttering.
"I can tell. So…"
"It's good to see you." He interrupted her, and saw a mix of frustration and shock in her eyes.
She made no response, and he focused on the floor.
He needed her to come here for a reason. To protect her.
She needed to be told now. No beating around the bush.
"Sara, they're after you."
There…point made.
Bad idea.
Sara's facial expression grew grim and angry.
Too blunt?
"What do you mean 'they're' after me. Who's 'they'? What's going on, and why does it have anything to do with me?"
With a sigh Michael gestured for her to sit. His lack of clothing was forgotten as he began to explain what little he knew about these people.
"They call themselves The Company. For some reason they framed Linc for the murder. Although, now, we believe Terrance Stedman isn't dead at all. I don't know much more than that. All I can tell you is that they'll do anything to get Lincoln. And….they'll hurt anyone."
Sara only nodded with an air of fear and confusion, and sat quietly staring down at the blankets they sat on.
Michael felt a sudden need to comfort her. To get close.
He couldn't take it anymore.
His hand met her chin, raising her eye-line to his.
"There's nowhere you can go that they can't find. They own everything, Sara. The police, the Feds, the government, the president. Everything. I can protect you. I…have to protect you. Lincoln lost Veronica to them. I can't…"
His words faded and his eyes closed to shut off her face. He imagined them taking her…killing her.
He couldn't let that happen.
When his eyes opened again she was closer to him than before. Her expression was thoughtful.
He knew what question was coming.
"You meant it, didn't you? What you said to me on the phone, about….us."
The atmosphere in the room changed quickly. While Michael had begun with a focus on her safety and well-being, now his mind switched to why he was concerned for her in the first place.
His feelings for her.
Time to confront them, he decided.
Now was as good a time as any.