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Michael
On the third day, he didn't see her. Some guy in B-wing had sliced another guy's shoulder, which of course made him pretty angry, which resulted in the other guy losing a finger. Michael was lucky Abruzzi had aimed for his toes. Fingers were just – bad.
So he spent the minutes that used to be the highlight with Katie. Not that there was anything wrong with that – he liked Katie. Although she could be a bit blunt.
Flashback"So when are you going to ask her to marry you?" Katie had only just grabbed his arm and positioned the needle to his flesh when she threw the question his way. He'd almost pulled his arm away from the shock of it, but had managed to keep himself under control. The nurse looked up at him with wonder written in her eyes.
"I – uh." He stuttered. Yes, he'd thought about it, had even planned it, but to look in Katie's eyes and throw the plan her way – it was too much at once.
She retrieved the needle and shook her head apologetically. "I'm sorry, Michael – I can call you Michael, right?" he nodded. "Okay – I'm sorry – I'm not trying to be nosy." She giggled. "Okay, maybe I am..but still.."
Michael grinned. "'s Okay, Katie. It's just a surprise, is all. I'm keeping it to myself."
Her ears perked. "So you do have a plan?"
She looked very satisfied at his curt nod and hummed something very resembling 'I knew I knew I knew'. Women who pretended to know it all could be so annoying. But she was sweet, Katie. And she was Sara's friend.
"I have a plan, Katie. I'm not gonna let this one go."He winked at her and disappeared through the door, leaving her with a goofy grin on her face.
/Flashback.
But he hadn't been able to kiss, or hold, or touch Sara. He'd only be seeing her tomorrow in the infirmary. His last shot in the place. Veronica had visited him the day before. It was all set up – after tomorrow, Michael Scofield would be a free man once again. A new man.
He had grown so much since before he entered this place. He had told Sara that the 'good' man had died when he had stepped into these walls, but the man he was now was better. Happier. He had his brother back, would soon have a sister-in-law and would make Sara his wife.
Wife. Mrs. Sara Scofield.
Does have a ring to it, don't it? The divorcepapers had been filed four months ago, and as of last month, he was an unmarried man. He had never seen himself as 'married' though. Not in the traditional sense of the word. Nika needed a green card, he needed a guard's card. Quid pro quo. A mariage of convinience.
But with Sara it was different. He wanted it all. The kids, the dog, the pretty house with a big yard. Lazy Sunday afternoons with Linc and Veronica and the kids playing. Cuddling his wife close while the lay on the green grass, the sun warming their faces. Falling asleep right there, right then and waking up together, squinting their eyes in the eveningsun.
Now there's the thing dreams are made of.
SaraSara missed Michael. She hadn't seen him for a day, and it ate her up inside. This love for him, so overwhelming, so powerful that even one day without him tore her apart. This anxiety – she loved it.
Did he miss her? Did he think of her in his cell, with his cellmate softly breathing above him. Turning around, and round, and round – wrecking havoc on his dirty sheets? She grinned. Yes.
One more day together inside of this hole. One more day of locked up romance, before walking out of the gates and on to a future. A future together. She knew she would never leave him, and was it weird that she also knew he would never leave her? It wasn't cockiness, or arrogance. It was just – knowing.
She loved to love him. A feeling that was stronger than anything she'd ever felt before. She fisted the unslept sheets beside her and chuckled. They won't be this clean again for a long, long time. Chance wasn't half as messy as Michael would be. The place could use a little smudge.
She stared at the little pup and could almost hear the real Chance's voice. "It's a thing of beauty when Chance is on duty." True, true - but a change of guards would be wonderful.
The next day (day -2)
Michael's eyes sparkled when she walked into the infirmary. It seemed as if she got more beautiful every day. He caught a hold of her hand as she walked by, and press a quick kiss to her ear. "How about giving that privacy curtain one last good show?" He wiggled his eyebrows and Sara let out a laugh.
"You're bad."
Michael pouted, then grinned. " I know." He walked over to the curtain and pulled it in front of them. His mouth immediately attacked her neck and she threw her head back in a moan.
"Michael..." A surge of excitement washed through her and she knew that if they went on for a minute – she wouldn't be able to stop. "Michael, wait. – "
He pulled away from her with sad eyes and she took a moment to catch her breath. She wiped her hand over his face and then retrieved it, smiling a little at him and walking over to the door and walking through.
Now, Michael was confused. Very confused. He heard muffled voices in the hallway and willed himself to cool down. Cool down , Michael. Breathe.
And when he finally found himself calm again, it disappeared in a snap when Sara skipped back up to him and pressed her mouth hungrily to his. "I got us half an hour. For your...physical." Not a breath was spared that didn't need to be, and half a second later her lips were pressing to his again, her tongue seeking entrance to his mouth. What else could he do but oblige her?
He grabbed her and lifted her up to sit on the chaise, his strong warm hands holding her shaking body tight to his. She pulled him down with her by the collar of his shirt and he leaned on one hand, his body falling towards the crisp white paper. He pulled back and his dilated pupils skimmed her body. The contrast of her hair on the black and white was stricking, and her white labcoat revealed her green halter top, low cut. He groaned. She knew all his weaknesses, did she?
Sara took his hand and guided it to her chest in a wanting frenzy – one last time. The last time in this place. One last moment in this room.
It won't always be like this – in this room – in this place.
Might as well make this memorable.
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Twenty-five minutes later (which was way too little time), Michael opened the door of the infirmary and walked out with a huge smile on his face.This time tomorrow, he'd be home with her. And they would certainly have more than twenty-five minutes to spare.
What did you think??
One more chapter to go...Sequel - yay or nay?
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