Disclaimer: I still don't Own Prison break. I know it's a shock!
A/N: I know I'm a horrible person, I'm really sorry for the delay. I hope you'll enjoy this chapter. Please let me know what you thought. Enjoy.
Chapter two: Fear.
Lincoln entered the living room and leaned against the frame of the door, watching Veronica with a smile. She was seating on the floor, leaning against the coffee table, her knees brought up to her chest and a mountain of paper was surrounding her. She was biting her bottom lip while reading another medical report. His smile grew when he thought that she was very cute when she was concentrated.
"Hey." She said with a sweet smile when she finally noticed. He smiled back as an answer. "Is she here?" she asked.
"Yup, she just arrived. I left the two lovebirds alone." He said getting closer and seating down next to her.
"How's Mike?" she asked her brows creased in concern.
"He's worried about her and to be honest, I am too." he said wrapping an arm around her shoulders. She leaned against his muscular chest and laid her head on his shoulder.
"These people are merciless and unstoppable. I hope he'll convince her." She said her tone almost fearful and he pulled her closer, trying to reassure both of them.
"What about you?" he asked making her look up at him with an annoyed expression in her eyes. She knew what he was talking about. It was not his first attempt of trying to make her go to Panama with them.
"Linc, you know I can't come. It would be too dangerous for you, for LJ and for Michael. I would be an easy target and I would only slow you down." She said quietly but with determination, trying to make him understand.
"Mike is bringing his doctor. How and why would you slow us down more than she would?" he said using the same tone she used.
"She's in danger." She pointed out.
"So are you." He said getting frustrated and feeling guilty for what he put her through.
"She's in immediate danger. I always was a target for them and they never caught me. Plus I have to work on your case. You're innocent and I want to prove it."
"You can do that with us." She was about to protest but he cut her off. "Listen V, I don't think I would survive…um if anything happen to you, I won't be able to forgive myself." He said in his Lincoln way. It was hard for him to open up and express his feelings but he was talking to Veronica. She always brought his soft side to the surface. He had to make her understand. They were talking about her safety, her life. There was no way in hell he would let anything happen to her. He knew it already happened before, when he was at Fox River. When he got out and took her in his arms as a free man for the first time, he had sworn to himself he would never let that happen again. He was aware that she deserved much better than a fugitive life but at least he would be able to protect her and he would have his family complete; LJ, Michael, Veronica and when the time come, probably a certain doctor as a sister-in-law.
She looked at him and her heart melt at all the caring and love his eyes were showing. They were almost pleading and she could not bear it; she gave up. She leaned closer and kissed him tenderly.
"I'm sure you won't let that happen." She said smiling after pulling away. He looked at her intently and this time he was the one to lean forward. He took her lips with his and kissed her with as much passion, love and tenderness he could manage at the time. He let go of her mouth and slowly began to place soft kisses on her jaw line and down her neck.
"We can't do this heaaaaaaa…" she was cut short in the middle of her sentence by a moan escaping her own mouth, as he reached a sensitive spot on her neck. He smiled against her skin and she let him proceed for a little longer before pulling away. He looked up at her, disappointment written all over his face.
"LJ could come in at any moment and I still have work to do." She explained and he groaned. She chuckled, amused and watched him pass a hand in his short hair in frustration. "But I'll definitely take a rain check." She whispered seductively in his ear and he grinned. They shared another earth-shattering kiss before she reluctantly went back to work. He stayed with her trying to help her every time he could and enjoying every moment spent with her. After ten minutes, she stood up. He looked at her quizzically and she smiled.
"I'm just going to the bathroom." She said and he nodded. He reached for the remote on the coffee table and turned the T.V on.
She was heading toward the bathroom, which was between the living room and the kitchen, when she heard Michael's voice.
"LJ, go get Lincoln and Veronica, we need to get ready." She frowned. His voice was full of worry. She looked at the front door, which was next to the kitchen and right across of her and she saw him. Kellerman. He was trying to come in unnoticed and he already had this gun in his hand, ready to be used. His attention was directly turned to LJ who was getting out of the kitchen. Veronica quickly entered the bathroom, silently praying that he did not see her. She thanked God that she did not know the house enough yet and did not found the switch of the hallway light when she came out of the living room.
"You're not going anywhere." She heard Kellerman's cold voice and she knew he was talking to LJ, probably having him at gunpoint. She had to do something and do it fast. She slowly and silently popped her head out of the door and watched as Kellerman and LJ came fully into the kitchen.
"Hello Sara." Kellerman said.
"Touch either of them and you're a dead man." Michael's angry voice sounded through the bathroom walls.
"I don't see how you'll do that." Kellerman said a slight hint of amusement audible in his voice.
"If you're asking, it means that you don't know me." Michael replied through his teethes.
"Oh, I do know you, Mister Scofield and you may be a lot of things but you're not a killer. You're… what's the word again? Oh yeah, you're a good guy." Kellerman said mischievously. Veronica could not see him but she would have sworn on her life that he was smirking.
She quickly looked around herself, searching for something that could help her get the three of them out of that kitchen unharmed. She spotted a rather big metallic broom standing next to the basin and grabbed it. She took off her shoes to avoid making noise with her high heels on her way there. She took a deep breath and carefully went out of her hidden place. She hoped that Lincoln would come to their rescue but doubted it since nobody screamed or yelled or made any noise indicating that something was wrong. Moreover, the T.V was on and the volume was surprisingly turned up.
Unnoticed to Kellerman she made her way toward the kitchen. For a brief second, she wondered how she, as small and thin as she was, could handle a qualified killer, agent of the government on her own but she quickly washed the thought away. Her family was in danger and that is all that mattered. She had to find the strength to do what she had to do and somehow, she knew she would. She just had to think of them and she would.
When she arrived in front of them, she thanked God that it was Kellerman's back and not his gun that was facing her.
"What do you want?" Sara asked him angrily. LJ, Michael and she had seen Veronica and they tried to stay focussed on their attacker but more importantly, they tried to make him stay focus on them.
"You already gave me what I wanted; you led me to them." Kellerman said taking a step closer to LJ and Michael took a step forward angrily. Sara grabbed his arm to stop him.
"Don't." she said. She tried to sound calm and in control but the worry that made her voice shake betrayed her. Michael looked at her and stopped in his tracks. When he looked back at Kellerman, his intense gaze was showing so much hatred that it scared both LJ and Sara. He was trying to control his impulse to struggle this monster with his bare hands but somehow the gun pointed at his nephew's head and the way Kellerman was talking to Sara made it almost impossible. He wanted to call Lincoln but he knew that it would only put everybody in danger. He wanted to look at Veronica, to give her some encouragement but he knew he had to keep his eyes on Kellerman, otherwise he would know something was wrong. Michael looked at his nephew and his heart broke when he read all the emotions written in his once innocent blue eyes. He recognised anger, fear, pain, sorrow and he felt so sorry for what he had to go through these last couple of months. He was only 16 years old, for God's sakes. The only thing he should be worrying about were girls, cars and school. Looking at him more intently, Michael felt pride rise in his chest. Even though he was not supposed to and as unfair as it was, LJ was acting like a real man. He was looking at Kellerman, the man that killed his mother, that destroyed his life and who was pointing a gun at him for what seemed to be the hundredth time, he was looking at him right in the eyes, not flinching once despite the obvious fear he was feeling. The young man never looked at Veronica, even if he wanted it as much as Michael and Sara did.
Michael, then, turned his gaze to Sara and had to fight the urge to smile. She seemed the angrier person in the room and he could not blame her for that. What made him want to smile is the look in her eyes. He spent a month in a maximum-security prison, escaped from it with 6 criminals, yet he never saw such a need and will to fight in anybody's eyes. He found it very sexy. If looks could kill, Kellerman would be dead a long time ago. Michael also knew that if Kellerman were not threatening LJ with an weapon, she would have jumped on him, kicking and screaming her rage out.
Only few seconds had passed.
Veronica tightened her grip on the broom and took another deep breath. Time was running out. She had to hit him as hard as she could and she had to do it now. She held the broom above her head and as she gathered as much strength as she could, memories of the last three years flashed through her mind.
Lincoln sentenced to death.
Michael's teary eyes as he watched his brother being send to jail for a crime he did not commit.
Michael being sent to Fox River.
LJ's look of despair as he watched his uncle being sent to the same prison as his father.
The explosion of her apartment and Lucas's lifeless and burned body lying on the floor.
Michael's pale face when she came to visit him after his toes had been cut off.
The news flash showing and announcing Lisa and her husband's murders.
The day she picked up a distraught and heart broken LJ from the bus station.
The 12 hours Nick, LJ and herself were held captive by another agent.
All the blood that Nick had lost, due to his wound.
Kellerman killing his partner in front of her eyes.
Lincoln attached to the electric chair, fear carved in his features and scarring him for life.
The news flash showing the eight escaped convicts.
The dozens of article talking about the governor's daughter helping murderers and thieves breaking out of prison and then trying to put an end to her short life with a high dose of morphine.
With each memory, her level of anger rose in her chest and she had only one person to blame for everything that happened, him. Tears had formed in her eyes and as the first one fell on her cheek, she hit Kellerman as hard and as fast as she could.
A/N: there you go, chapter two. I hope you liked it, please let me know.