Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with Prison Break. I don't own any of the following characters: Lincoln Burrows, Michael Scofield, LJ Burrows, Fernando Sucre, Sara Tancredi or Veronica Donavon. I have no affiliation with Prison Break.
A/N: Wow, chapter nine already! I can't believe it! Well, I hope you enjoy chapter nine.
--------Sara's kitchen---- (Next Day, about 9:27 a.m.) ------------
Michael poured a fresh cup of hot coffee as he began looking at the newspaper in which he had picked up off the front porch earlier. He opened the paper to the front page which consisted of a huge color photo of the eight Fox River escapees.
Man, this photo makes me look fat…
Scofield folded the newspaper back up and set it on the dining room table. Michael grabbed a spoon from the drawer underneath the microwave and began stirring his coffee. He looked up at the TV to find his picture flashing on the screen. Letting off a sigh, he turned the TV off and took his cell phone out of his right pocket. He flipped open the phone and placed a call to his brother Lincoln.
"Michael?" Lincoln questioned, wiping his eyes as he quickly sat up from his bed.
"Hey Linc." Michael said reaching for the newspaper in front of him and opening it up to the cover story on the Fox River escapees.
"Why aren't you down here yet?" Burrows asked taking a sip of water from his bottle on the night stand beside his bed.
"It's a long story, listen, I need you to meet me in Utah in the next three days. I transferred a bit of cash in the account for you to get there. Meet me at the Holiday Inn on Damascus in Coleville." Scofield informed his brother as he watched the trees blow in the wind outside.
"Why?" Linc questioned while putting on his jeans.
"Don't ask why, just do it, the less you know the better off you are."
"Michael, I'm your brother." A worried Lincoln said buttoning his jeans and walking down the stairs into the kitchen where he noticed Sucre eating a pop-tart and LJ drinking a rather large glass of milk.
"I know Linc, but that is exactly why I can't tell you anything further…"
"What about my son?" Lincoln asked as he watched LJ turn to face him with a puzzled look on his face.
"Bring him along too; he will play an important part." Scofield answered taking another sip of his now rather cold cup of coffee.
"Alright…" He answered looking at Sucre who was attempting to listen into their conversation but Burrows wouldn't get close enough for him to listen in hard enough.
"Listen I have to go before Sara wakes up…" Michael said looking down the hallway to make sure Sara was still asleep. He tip toed into her bedroom to find Sara still curled up in her covers with her eyes shut.
"Did you get Sara? Is she coming with us now? Have you even told her about this whole trip?" Linc questioned.
"Yes, but I haven't told her yet." Scofield informed his brother shutting the bedroom door and returning back into the kitchen where he poured another cup of coffee.
"So that means you're telling Sara but you won't even tell your own brother?" A concerned brother asked as his eyebrows rose with anger and his fists grew tense.
"Don't worry about it Lincoln, I'll have everything set straight soon."
"Okay Michael, I trust you…"
"I know." Michael said closing his phone and setting it right in front of his body. He looked up to find Sara staring at him with a concerned look on her gentle face. "Is something wrong?"
"No." Sara answered, wiping her eyes with her own shirt. She walked over to her dining room table and sat in a chair directly across from Michael.
Michael got up off the chair and walked into the kitchen to pour Sara a cup of coffee. On the counter sat a smiley face mug that had Sara's name printed on the side. He partially smiled and began pouring the coffee in the mug. Sara looked over at Michael and smiled as he brought her the cup of coffee.
"Do you like creamer or sugar?" Michael asked looking in the fridge for the coffee mate.
"Yes please." She answered watching Michael dig through the fridge for the bottle of coffee creamer.
Dang he looks fine…his arms flexed against the freezer as he searches for something that isn't there. Wait, should I tell him I used the last of it days ago…no…I'm having too much fun watching the veins pop out of his head searching for creamer. Damn his arms, if there was such thing as arm porn he would definitely be the star of that movie. Okay Sara just tell him so he doesn't have to continue searching. Wait what am I saying?
"Are you sure you have creamer?" Scofield asked moving things around inside the refrigerator attempting to look for the creamer. He stretched his arm above his head so that it was now pressed against the top freezer.
"Oh, wait, I don't think I have any…I haven't been to the store…I'm sorry." She apologized watching him shut the fridge and look at her with a face that reminded her of her father.
…Don't do that Michael…that reminds me of the way my father looked at me when I said something wrong. It's known as the "Sara you screwed up" look…
"Do you want me to go out and get some?" Michael asked grabbing Sara's car keys from the hook by the door.
"No, don't worry about it. The creamer isn't that important to have to make you go out in the morning for just creamer."
"That's okay; I'll go get you some. Is vanilla okay?" He asked opening the front door.
"Yes…Wait!" She exclaimed running over to Michael in the door way. "I've been meaning to give you this." She ran her hand over Michael's bald head and gently down his neck until she found herself in a passionate kiss with the convict in her door way.
"That was definitely worth my wait…" He responded walking out onto the porch as he smiled and got inside the car.
Sara waved goodbye and walked back inside her house. She looked around the kitchen and noticed Michael's shirt lying on the couch next to the TV. Being Sara, she picked up the shirt and took off her own to put his on. The shirt covered most of her body as she buttoned it up leaving a few buttons un-done at the top of the shirt. She turned the TV off and walked into the bathroom.
…I can't believe he ran an errand just to get me coffee creamer…
Michael walked in the front door and heard Sara singing in the bathroom. He sat the creamer inside the fridge and tip-toed into the bathroom as he wrapped his arms around Sara and kissed the side of her neck. Sara smiled and turned around. She grabbed his front belt loops and pulled him in closer to her.
"Nice shirt." Michael commented as he continued to kiss her neck until he finally reached her lips.
"Thanks." She said kissing him back.
"Will you come with me to Utah?" Scofield asked as Sara grabbed his hand and smiled.
"I take that as a yes." He said looking down at their intertwined hands.
"Yes, but once we hit Utah we're going our separate ways. I can't risk us getting caught together. I'll help you with what you need then I'll come back to Chicago.
Rather disappointed with Sara's answer, Michael smiled and kissed the young brunette again. This time the look in his eyes went from ecstatic to a rather mellow smile.
-----------Michael's house----------- (3 p.m.) ----------------
"Well muchachos, I have to be going back to my crib. I'll see you guys in a bit." Sucre said, getting into his SUV and driving off down the dirt road toward his apartment.
"So dad, where exactly are we going?" LJ asked placing his book bag in the front seat of the red truck that was parked on the driveway.
"Don't' worry about it, just get in the car." Lincoln informed his son as he got in the driver's seat and hot wired the car so that it turned on.
"Why don't we just get another car…Uncle Michael said that we had some money in the bank now…"
"I'll make the calls and the money isn't for buying another vehicle." A strict father informed his son as he pulled out of the drive way.
"Why can't you just tell me the state or something?" LJ asked playing solitaire on his father's cell phone.
"We're going to Utah." Linc said putting his sun glasses on and merging onto the highway.
----------Sara's house------ (5:04 p.m.) -----------
"When do we leave?" Sara asked as she began packing a suit case in her bedroom while Michael watched her from a chair in the corner of the room.
"You're bringing all that?" He questioned admiring the suitcase jam packed full of clothes in front of Sara.
"Yes, and I have some stuff for you…" She answered, stuffing more shirts into the suitcase.
"I'm not wearing a thong…" Michael said as he watched Sara pack her favorite red thong.
"I didn't say you had to…" Sara said, giggling under her breath at the image of Michael wearing a bright red thong.
"Where did you get my clothes?"
"They're my ex-boyfriends but you guys are close in size. Are we going or not?" Sara asked sitting on her suitcase, attempting to shut it.
"Yes." Michael said grabbing the suitcase from the bed and walking down the hallway.
Michael placed the suitcase inside Sara's blue Toyota Camry as he watched Sara enter the passenger seat. He walked around to the back of the car and took a screwdriver to take off her license plate. Michael replaced the license plate with one from Canada. He screwed it in place and hopped in the driver's seat.
"Are you ready to go?" Michael asked placing the keys into the ignition.
"Yes." Sara responded grabbing one of Michael's hands.
--------------End of Chapter----------------
A/N: Alright, I'm happy now. Yes, Sara got to go with Michael! I'm cruel but not that cruel! LOL, hope you enjoyed this chapter. PLEASE REVIEW!