A/N : and as I once again place myself in front of my computer, anxious to go where my mind tells me to, the thunder is rolling in the distance. I've always liked thunder. Too bad there's no rain, though. I hope that thunder alone will give me enough inspiration.
I know that some of you may feel that Sara took it all too well, but I have thought about it (after I wrote the chapter – I told you my fingers would run away with me again) and I have figured out why, in my mind, she reacted that way. It's because
She loves him - pretty obvious
But more importantly
He didn't ask her for anything. He didn't need anything related to the plan from her. Because in the show, he bluntly states – "I'm getting my brother out of here. Tonight. And I need your help...yada yada yada...make a mistake." Now, I don't know about you guys, but that would make me feel used. In my story he tells her the truth without asking her for anything.
Just wanted to say that.
Oh, and there'll be a lot of lyrics in this chapter, so I've put numbers behind them, titles and artists are found beneath the text. As you probably notice, I've listened to Amanda Marshall non-stop while writing this baby.
Please review!
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Because we knew
It may be a long shot
We may get lonely down the line
But love knows no reason (1)
Sara
"Michael..." she whispered against his cheek. " I don't want you to go." He nodded, feeling similar emotions. But he had to.
"I know...Me neither."
"But," she nodded decisively. "I know that you have to. And I just want you to know that I will wait for you. Michael - " Sara let out a heavy sigh. "I.. I'll be okay. I'll let love fly away, and until love comes again, I'll be okay." (2)
Michael took her face in his hands and kissed her intensely, leaving them both breathless in the end. "I'll meet you again, soon, okay? I promise that I'll find a way to see you again...to talk to you..." he brushed a strand of hair away from her face. "To kiss you – just like this..." Kissing her once again to prove his point, he felt her shudder in his arms. "and in time, I'll be able to love you the way you deserved to be loved."
Her voice was a hushed whisper. "All I want is you."
She pressed kisses all over his face, featherlight like the wings of butterflies grazing his skin. It was enough for tears to appear in his eyes. But he pushed them back. He had to be strong for her. Besides, she knew.
A/N : It's raining.
And when the worrying starts to hurt
And the world feels like graves of dirt
Just close your eyes until
You can imagine this place
Yeah our secret space at will (3)
"Listen, Sara. If you ever need me, I want you to close your eyes and think back to the way we were on my birthday, okay? We were free...and happy. We were together. That's the way it will always be... We just need to be patient for a little while."
She nodded her head and continued running her hands up and down his bare arms, that were still covered in tattoos. Of course, what did you think – that they'd disappear? She smiled and kissed them softly.
"Michael –" she giggled, trying to break the emotional heavyness, "One day, this relationship is going to move past kissing, right?" He nuzzled her nose and raised his eyebrows suggestively.
"Hmm..." he growled. "Who knows..."
He lifted her up and sat her on the chaise, attacking her neck... "I'm be happy to oblige, Ma'am."
She laughed. "Not now." He ignored her and continued. "Michael..." She lightly tapped him on the shoulder and cleared her throat. "Er- Michael?"
Michael didn't stop his administrations, but moved lower and started carressing her belly with his cold fingers. She gasped. "Ah – Michael, that tickles. Michael!" She roared with laughter, and apparently, that sobered him up. Don't want to have a CO coming to check up in here, now do we?
He distanced himself from her and adoringly looked at her face, while she furiously tried to wipe the tears of laughter out of her eyes.
"Hey," he said. "You're beautiful."
Pressing his lips to her again, he felt her sigh satisfied and push herself towards him, craving to melt together with him. Take me with you, it felt as if her body was screaming. Don't leave me alone.
He squeezed her close to him and stroked her hair.Closing his eyes, he started singing softly next to her ear, his low voice soothing her aching heart.
"This love won't forsake us
So dry your tears I promise you
When this trouble passes over
You and I will walk away
Knowing that our love survived
Another test of faith
Trust me,baby – this is love."(4)
She looked in his eyes and continued his song.
"One more mountain...
Hey...so what?
Trust me baby...this is love."
She kissed him, and her tears rolled down his cheeks, as they fell into each other, only to be interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Doctor? Is everything all right?"
Sara smiled into Michaels neck. "Yes, Frank, everything is fine. I'll be done in a minute."
After kissing eachother passionately one last time, adding a quick peck as an afterthought, they reluctantly let go.
"Be careful, okay? And remember that I love you. And I'll be waiting. Forever." He gratefully nodded and slowly walks out of her office, before turning back one final time and mouthing I love you so much at her.
And with a wink, he was gone.
Sara slumped in her chair, but she didn't cry. Because she felt that what he'd said was true. They'd make it.
Michael
When he enters the Yard, he's immediately greeted by Sucre, and he thanks whoever's-out-there for Fernando, the only close friend he's ever had in his life. Most people don't plan on making friends in prison, but Michael knew, the moment Sucre asked him which word to use to propose to his girlfriend, that they would be close. He smiles as he remembers that day.
'Passion, is that with an h?'
"So..." Sucre begins. "How 'd it go with Rosie in there?"
And Michael smiles at him. "She's the one, Suci." He'd taken to calling him Suci, to counter the whole Papi-business, but turns out Sucre actually liked his new nickname, and demanded to be called that name. Suci.
"Ay. Now thát..." they bumped fists together, with huge grins on their faces, "is good."
Michael chuckles. "So, are you ready to see Maricruz again, big shot?"
Sucre nods furiously. "Ready as I'll ever be, Papi."
The both nod simultaneously. "Let's do this."
That night, as the Fox River Eight, as they'd called themselves, gathered in the ventilationcorridors, they were as quiet as they could be. Nothing could go wrong tonight. They'd spent too much time planning this, damn it.
And nothing did. Everything went perfectly, and after three hours, they breathed in the air of freedom together. Their lungs felt like they were on the verge of bursting, but that didn't matter anymore. All that mattered was the achieved freedom. Every con ... ex-con, slapped Michael amically on the back and each went their own way. Only three of them remained. The brothers and Suci.
"Eh, guys – do you mind if I tag along with you a bit, you know? 'Cause I don't really feel like being on my own right now.." Sucre nervously looked up at the brothers. He didn't know Linc the Sink at all, but he did know Michael. Michael, his bestest friend ever. He grinned sheepishly when the very same threw an arm around his shoulder and pulled him along.
"Come on, Suces. Let's go."
"Ay, Papi, don't act too gay on me, okay? I got a reputation, and with you hanging sheets everywhere..." He smiled broadly.
Michael punched him in the arm and turned the three of them around. "Well, guys, take one last look at the hell hole."
The three free men watched stunned, each deep in thought. Goodbye, Fox River. Thanks for the memories!
Michael's eyes were trained on the infirmary, where a faint light was still on. He saw a shadow playing on the walls, and ached to grip that shadow and take it in his arms forever.
Later, Sara. I love you.
(1) Amanda Marshall : Dark Horse
(2) Amanda Marshall : I'll be okay
(3) Snow Patrol : Shut your eyes
(4) Amanda Marshall : Trust me (this is love)
Yes, I know the last part may not be realistic, but I'm really bad at writing action-scenes. So I leave them out and focus on the emotional aspects instead. (grins)
I know it was a shorter chapter than the previous ones. But I promise I'll make up for it, okay? Right. The thunderstorm is gaining in strength, and I fear for the life of my sweet little computer. So - peace out for now. And - please review. Pretty please?
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