Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Prison Break or any of its contents. I own none of the following characters: Lincoln Burrows, LJ Burrows, Michael Scofield, Sara Tancredi, Theodore Bagwell, Nika, Agent Mahone, or David Apolskis.
A/N: Well, the time has come for chapter 13…I think it would be really cool if I wrote this on the 13th but I don't want to wait that long so I'll post it today! I hope you enjoy it…you may cry…you may laugh…and you'll more than likely be mad at me hides in a closet. By the way, this chapter begins right at the ending of chapter 12 so if you missed it you WILL want to go back and read it.
----------------Holiday Inn Parking lot, Utah--------------
"Is the cop turning down this way?" LJ asked his uncle, watching the police car with extreme intensity in his slightly blue eyes.
"I don't know." Michael responded staring at the police car as he leaned up against the wall of the hotel.
Michael stared at the police vehicles every movement, sudden turn, and stop. LJ looked at his uncle and shook his head as he walked over to his dad who was still leaned up against the Camry. Sara was sitting on the sidewalk of the hotel, watching the police car. The police car drove by the parking lot and turned right on a street nearby. By the look on Michael's face you could tell there was a since of relief as the police car drove further and eventually out of sight. His eyes became less intense and his face softened up from the tenseness.
"Where are we going to hide the gun?" Sara asked lifting herself off the sidewalk and planting her feet directly in front of the young tattooed man.
"I don't' know." Michael said rubbing his bare hand across her cheek and smiling.
…Fuck…where do I put the gun…? This was not supposed to happen when I originally planned for this escape. Then again my father always told me to expect the unexpected. Then again my father left my mother as soon as she mentioned the possibility of having another kid so I guess he isn't the best role model. But then again he is my father…
"Are you okay?" The worried brunette asked Michael as she waved a single hand in front of his pale face. "Hello? Is anybody home?"
"…yeah…sorry…"
"Hey Uncle Michael, what are we going to do with the 'dead guy'?" LJ asked looking at the now dead southern man in the in the open trunk of the Camry.
"We bury him. At sunset we'll go to a remote location outside of town and bury him in dead night." Scofield informed the small group of people standing around him. Sweat began running down his head at a rather rapid pace. He lifted his right hand and wiped across his forehead sending the sweat on the ground.
"How exactly are we going to hide the murder weapon?" Sara blatantly asked Michael, looking at him with innocent eyes and a small smile.
"I'll take care of it." Scofield answered grabbing the pistol from LJ and placing it in his own hands. Michael opened the barrel of the gun and emptied the bullets. He placed the bullets inside his pocket and closed the barrel.
…Damn it…Where do I hide this weapon? If I put it anywhere around here the cops are sure to find it…Wait, if I place it around the hotel the chances of them finding it is slim to nothing. Then again the FBI is on this case. Michael, why do you have to be such a dumb ass? All you have to do is bury the gun with T-bag. Wait, I can't just bury a gun with a dead guy. How morally wrong is that? Then again, he deserves it after putting me and my family in harms way like he did so…
Running her bare hand against Michael's naked back, Sara looked up at Michael and smiled. Scofield looked at the young brunette on his shoulder and winked. Sara walked back over to the hotel building and stood against the wall, placing her foot behind her back providing a stability post for her back. Lincoln sat up from his crouched position against the car and looked at his brother with great intensity in his eyes.
"What is going on Michael?" A worried Linc asked his brother who was cleaning out the gun so that their fingerprints couldn't be traced. "What happened?"
"Don't worry Linc, I'm taking care of it now…" Scofield informed his older brother, grabbing the pistol with a clean white cloth and slipping it into the open window of a Ford F-150 double cab that was parked a couple parking spaces across from their own car.
"What the hell do you think your doing?" LJ asked watching his uncle place the gun in the truck.
"LJ, don't use the language, especially to your own flesh and blood." Burrows said, hitting LJ upside the head. "You know better than that young man!"
"Whatever dad…so what do we do next?" The young teen asked rubbing his head from his father's slap on the back of his curly head.
"Well, we're going to have to bury the dead man in the car and get the hell out of this place." Michael said standing above Lincoln attempting to help him up off the ground.
"How come you guys get to say 'bad words' and I get hit upside the head?" LJ asked while helping his uncle lift his father into the back seat of the Camry.
"Don't argue, just do what we say and we won't have to have these meaningless discussions." Scofield informed the young teen, closing Lincoln's car door.
LJ rolled his eyes towards his uncle and hopped into the front seat of the Camry. He reached across the console and placed the keys into the ignition to get the cool air flowing in the car. The teen placed his seat belt against his body and buckled him securely. He looked outside the window to find Michael and Sara talking to each other. LJ rolled his eyes once more and began playing a game on the cell phone.
"Go ahead Michael, don't worry about me. I'm going to go back into the hotel, get clean and hop on a plane back to Chicago. Just go, don't worry about me at all. I'll be just fine. I promise. I'm a big girl now; I can take care of myself. I really appreciate everything you have done for me…honestly…but it's my time to go." Sara explained to Michael as he reached his arms out for her. She slowly walked over to the tattooed man as he wrapped his body around her small frame.
"Sara, I can't do this…" Michael answered as his eyes grew watery at the thought of Sara leaving him again.
…She can't do this to me…no…not now…not ever. I can't go through the pain again…not again…I just can't do it…
"It's okay Michael…now go save your brother like you intended to do in the first place. I was just along for the ride…remember? Our standing agreement was that I would go with you to Utah and from there I would break away…" Ms. Tancredi said placing her head underneath Michael's as small tears fell onto his exposed chest.
"…I love you Sara…" Scofield admitted, rubbing the back of Sara's head with one hand and her back with the other.
"I know, that's why you have to go before things get serious. I must go now…you must go too."
"Things have gotten serious Sara. You may be in denial, but what I felt was and is real. Sara, I love you so much that my heart worries for you…even if you're just walking down the hall. I'm sorry for what I did to you in the past. I never intended on using you…" Michael admitted grabbing both of Sara's boney hands, intertwining his fingers with hers. He kissed the top of her hand as he watched the tears on Sara's face splash onto his bare chest.
"I have to go." Sara let go of Michael's hands and stepped back away from his body. She looked into his eyes once more and completely turned around. Sara began walking up the side walk and opened the door of the hotel room. She glanced once more at Michael, who was in the middle of the parking lot holding his hands out for her, and shut the door locking it behind her.
Michael looked up at the sky as the rain drops began to slowly fall down upon the parking lot. He looked back at the hotel door and placed his hands back to his side. Scofield looked back at the Camry then over to the hotel room. He ran down the sidewalk and began pounding on the hotel door.
"Sara! Sara! Sara! Open the door!" Michael demanded continuing to pound on the door as hard as he possibly could.
Sara looked through the window and realized it was Michael. A single tear rolled down her right cheek as she shut the curtains and walked over to the mirror. She looked up at the mirror and cried. Her eyes grew red and her entire body began to shake rapidly.
Scofield punched the door one last time and took a couple steps back away from the door. He looked out at the Camry and began walking towards it. Michael opened the driver's seat door and hopped in the driver's seat, putting the car into drive and driving out of the parking lot and onto the main drag.
----------------Chicago FBI Agency--------------------
"Would you like a glass of water?" Mahone asked the Puerto Rican woman sitting in his extra office chair directly in front of him. He poured two separate glasses of water and sat them in the middle of his desk, removing a few files from the area. "So what can you tell me about Michael Scofield?"
"First things first, for this information do I get the reward money?" Nika asked filing down her long ruby red nails.
"It depends upon the information you share with the FBI ma'am." The agent explained sitting in his leather chair with his hand underneath his chin awaiting the woman to answer his question.
"I'm not giving you any information until you confirm that I get the money…" She said placing the filer back into her purse and leaning against the desk in hopes Mahone would become 'distracted'.
"Like I said before, it depends upon the information you provide us with."
"Alright, I was in this country barn somewhere with Michael and his brother…" Nika started blowing a bubble out of her chewing gum.
"Lincoln Burrows?" Mahone questioned taking out a pad and paper to jot down notes.
"Yes, what other brother would Scofield have?" Nika asked sarcastically. "I was walking into the back room inside the barn to check on my husband…"
"Your husband?" Mahone interrupted merely choking on a sip of water.
"Yes, my husband…does that shock you that I can get a husband unlike yourself?"
"No, I wouldn't won't a husband…" Mahone answered taking another sip of water.
"You're not gay?" Nika asked confused by Mahone's answer.
"No." The agent said strictly setting his glass of water back on the middle of the desk.
"With a tie like that I figured you were either gay or stupid…now I know which one…" Nika said smiling as she watched Mahone grip his papers tighter and beginning to grit his teeth.
"So, what did you see when you entered the barn to look for Scofield?"
"I saw him on his cell phone, which I thought was strange since he never…never mind…" The Puerto Rican woman said crossing her legs. "He was talking to some woman and by the sound of their conversation…you could tell that he cared about this woman."
"Did you happen to catch her name?" Mahone asked scribbling information onto his pad of paper.
"Sara something…I didn't hear her last name clearly but I'd recognize it is someone told me…"
"Tancredi?" The FBI agent questioned as he watched Nika's face begin light up at the mentioning of that last name.
"Yes, that's it; he was telling her that she has something that would help her with something. All I know is that they're heading to Utah to find some sort of treasure from an inmate they met or something like that."
"Do you remember the inmate's name?" He asked eager to find out the connection.
"No, he never told me. He only said that he would give me a cut of the money if I didn't tell the FBI. So can I get my reward yet?"
"I'm going to have to ask you to stay here for now. I need to go talk to my supervisor, feel free to make yourself at home." Mahone said grabbing the files and note pad then leaving the room.
----------------A remote location just outside Coleville, Utah-------------
"This is where we're going to bury him?" LJ asked getting out of the parked car and looking across the field of dirt.
"Yes, nobody will look for him here…" Michael said popping the trunk of the car to find T-bag's bloody body still in the same position as he was when they first put him in the trunk.
"What about my dad?" The young teen asked admiring his father sleeping in the back seat.
"He'll stay in the car…" Scofield said grabbing a shovel from the back seat and handing it to LJ. Michael pulled a sheet from underneath the front seat and began wrapping T-bag inside the sheet. Once he was finished, Michael began dragging the body about 20 feet away from the Camry and began digging.
"LJ, I need you to be a look out for cops…I'll start digging…" Scofield said beginning to dig a hole for the body.
"Okay Uncle Michael. How long is this going to take?" LJ asked watching the road in front of them.
"I don't' know LJ." He answered becoming angrier at all the questions coming out of the mouth of the young teen.
After nearly two hours of digging, Michael was finished with the giant hole. He wiped the sweat from his face onto his arms and threw the shovel inside the hole. He grabbed the end of the white sheet and pushed the body over the edge of the whole so that it hit the bottom of the hole hard. LJ looked at his Uncle, cringing his face.
"Are you serious?" LJ asked looking down in the hole.
"It's okay. Are any cars coming?" Michael asked beginning to cover the large hole in the ground.
"No…Oh shit…yes!" LJ shouted running toward the car with Michael following him close by.
Both of the guys hopped into the car as Michael put the car into drive and headed back on the road. By the look on their faces you could tell something was wrong. Michael continued to wipe the sweat from his face as he turned the air conditioning higher. Scofield looked down at the gas gage and realized they were almost on E.
"We need to go and get some gas quickly." Scofield said pulling into a small rickety gas station on the side of the road. "I'll go inside and you guys can stay in here." Michael said pulling out a fifty dollar bill out of his wallet.
"Hey Michael, can I go inside…I have to pee so bad…" Linc said opening the car door and practically running inside the gas station.
"Yeah Uncle Michael, I'm so hungry I could eat a cow." LJ said walking a step behind his father.
Michael shook his head and entered the gas station. He waited in line to pay for the gas as he watched LJ go down each aisle of the gas station, picking out random foods and drinks from each shelf. The young teen walked up to the cash register and insisted on Michael covering the bill. Scofield rolled his eyes at the site of LJ and pulled out his new debit card.
LJ walked out to the car and placed his bags of groceries in the back seat then hopping into the front seat of the car. He turned on the radio, blasting it so loud that his father smacked him upside the head. Michael finished pumping the gas and got into the front seat of the car.
"Hey." A familiar voice said coming from the back seat of the car.
Scofield turned around and saw a skinny white shadow in the back seat behind him. Michael's jaws dropped completely when he suddenly realized it was no other than Tweener. The skinny white boy in the back seat was wearing a ball cap and baggy jeans. LJ looked at the man in the back seat and began to laugh. Burrows returned to the car and sat in the back seat next to Tweener.
"What are you doing here kid?" Linc asked confused as to why and how he got into the car. "Michael, can we just dump his ass on the side of the road somewhere?"
"Yes." Michael answered putting the car in drive as he began driving down the road.
"You can't just do that to me dude. Do you know what I'm worth?"
"You're worth more dead than alive." Scofield pointed out turning onto a country road.
"I know about T-bag." The young white guy said as the entire car grew silent.
-------------Coleville, Utah Holiday Inn-----------
Sara pulled her hair up into a single pony tail as she looked in the mirror one last time to finish her make-up that had been smudged from the crying she did earlier. She grabbed her bag from the chair by the table and walked out of the hotel room. Ms. Tancredi entered a cab that was conveniently parked outside of the hotel. The cab driver was a rather old gray haired main that had many freckles on his face.
"Where to young lady?" The cab driver asked pulling out of the parking place.
"Salt Lake City airport." Sara answered watching the rain fall outside the window.
Michael…god I miss you…Michael…The way you told me how beautiful I was even if I wasn't wearing make-up. The way you made me smile when I wasn't looking. The way you made me feel when you touched my hand for the first time…
The cab driver turned on the windshield wipers faster as the storm began to pick up heavily. Through the window you could barely see much of anything. The driver lunged forward so that he could see outside better. Sara looked out the window at the orange semi truck in front of the car. The rain grew more intense as time went on. The driver suddenly slammed on his brakes but the traction from his tires weren't enough to stop the car. The car began spinning out of control until they hit the orange semi in front of them sending Sara out of the windshield and onto the wet pavement of the street.
---------------End of Chapter-------------
A/N: Gosh, I'm really sorry this chapter is so long! I hoped you guys liked it! PLEASE REVIEW!