Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Prison Break. I own none of the following characters: Sara Tancredi, Michael Scofield, Lincoln Burrows, LJ Burrows, or Tweener. I have no affiliation with Prison Break or any of its contents.
A/N: Alright, I just have to warn you that there is some serious fluff in this chapter. I had to add a little bit winks a little fluff now and then ain't a bad thing!
-------------Coleville, Utah---------- (2 days later) ------ (10:47 p.m) -----------
"Can you drop me off near the Holiday Inn on Damascus St?" Michael asked the driver as he watched the man pull over against the sidewalk of the hotel. Scofield handed the man a twenty dollar bill and began walking up toward the hotel.
…27…27…
The lost tattooed man looked just above the doorway of room number 27. He gently knocked on the door just loud enough so that the light came on through the window of the hotel. Scofield covered his mouth with a single hand and checked his breath. With the satisfaction of his breath, Michael knocked the door once more and waited for someone to answer. Nobody answered.
…What the hell? The light is on, meaning somebody is home…right? Well, should I knock again? No, she'll come…she is probably putting on some clothes knowing that woman. I guess I'll just stand here and look pretty. Wow, this is really boring…
Michael looked down at his watch then back at the door. He slowly stepped away from the door and opened his cell phone to his address book. With a click of a button the phone began dialing Sara's cell phone number. Scofield plopped down onto the hard sidewalk with his legs spread out in front of him and a discouraged look upon his very exhausted face.
"Hello?" A very tired Sara asked feeling her forehead to find that her head was rather warm from the hours of sleep she had endured.
"Sara, where are you? I'm at your hotel room and you're not there." Michael turned around to find an old woman dancing in the window of room 27. "Yeah, you're definitely not there…" He re-assured himself smiling at the old lady then turning back to look out in the parking lot admiring the brand new Ford Mustang parked in front of him.
"I'm still in the hospital…I told you that a few nights ago Michael…" Sara said rolling her eyes then taking a bite of the small bowl of yellow Jell-O in front of her.
"I thought you said your injuries weren't serious Sara." Scofield answered folding his legs against his body and resting his head on top of his knees.
"It's not…and I told you not to come after me anyway…so you can't blame me for your stupidity." She said rolling her eyes again and swallowing another spoonful of Jell-O.
"I had no choice." Michael said holding his phone with his shoulder as he began fidgeting with his fingers and shoe laces.
"Yes you did. You could have just forgotten about me…it's not that hard. Now go back and help the ones you care about…your family." Sara insisted pushing her Jell-O to the side of her tray. She began running a single finger around the folds of a paper crane Michael had given her.
"Do you remember the crane I gave you back at Fox River?" Scofield asked in hopes that she would remember that very day.
"…Yes…" She responded continuing to run her finger along the edges of the small paper bird.
"When I was younger my brother would go out late at night, leaving me in my bed alone. I remember staying up for hours wondering where he was, or what he was doing. Each morning I would wake up, I'd see a small paper crane folded on my dresser. I never knew what it meant until I looked it up. The definition of the crane is 'watching out for your own'. It was my brother's way of letting me know that he was watching me, even if he wasn't there…" Michael paused for a moment to wipe his eyes of the tears that began filling his eyes. "It is my turn Sara. I watched over Lincoln and now he has LJ. Sara, my job is to watch over you and I'm not going to let myself fail. I almost lost you once and I promised myself I would never let anyone or anything get in the way of us ever again…"
"…us…?" Sara questioned shocked by the reference of the term 'us'. "What do you mean by us Michael?"
"What do you mean by what I mean when I say us? You and me…me and you…Sara, let's be real." Scofield said trying to rearrange his words so that it made sense.
"Please go back…go back to Mexico so that things don't get anymore complicated than they already are." The brunette said taking a sip of water from her cup in front of her.
"I'm coming to get you." Scofield said closing his phone and walking back into the parking lot.
Michael noticed on the corner of the sidewalk was a bus stop that departs for Salt Lake City in five minutes. He began walking down to the corner, noticing all the couples walking on the opposite side of the street. They were holding hands, walking side by side with such smiles that no other person could rain on their parade. At the end of the corner stood two other older people with their canes in one hand and an old hand bag in the other.
"Excuse me young man, do you know what time it is? I must have lost my watch on the other bus." The older gray haired woman asked looking down at Michael's watch.
Michael looked at his watch then turned to the old lady. "11:06"
"Thank you. When I was younger I dated someone who looked just like you. He was tall and handsome just like you." She said admiring the young man's tall stature.
…Wow, how old can this lady actually be…? Michael, you have to be nice…but come on…this lady is annoying. Wait, she only asked for the time. How can that make her annoying already? I'm pathetic.
The public bus soon arrived and picked everyone up from the corner of the small town. Michael sat next to a young girl who seemed to be about five or six. He gave the young girl a smile as she began coloring in her coloring book. Michael admired the many colors the little girl used and how she was able to match the colors perfectly stay in the lines. Staying in the lines was a difficult task for Scofield.
"Who's the picture for?" Michael asked admiring the young girl's artwork.
"I don't know." The young red head girl said coloring in the puppy with a brown crayon.
"Can I color with you?" Scofield asked turning his torso so that he was right next to the girl.
"Sure." She said handing Michael a blue crayon. "You can color the sky."
"Okay." He said beginning to color the sky of the picture. "Where are your parents?"
"My mommy sent me on a train to see my daddy. She said that she didn't need me anymore and that daddy would take better care of me." A tear rolled down the face of the young red head. Michael looked up at the single tear on her face and wiped it off with the palm of his hand.
"What's your name?" Scofield asked confused as to why any mother could put her daughter on a train by herself.
"Melissa." The young girl said grabbing a red crayon from underneath Michael's tattooed arm.
"Excuse me sir, is this your daughter?" A slender man asked.
"Why do you ask?" Michael answered placing his crayon back in the box then looking the man standing above him. "Why is that of importance?"
"This young girl didn't pay for her ride. So unless you're going to pay for her a ride, she'll have to be escorted out of the bus sir." He said looking at the young girl then back at Michael.
Michael handed the man a couple dollars and watched him walk down the aisle and back into the driver's seat. Melissa smiled at Michael as she flipped the page of her coloring book to a picture of a frog on a lily pad. She handed Michael a green crayon and he began coloring inside the lines of the frog.
------------Puerto Viarta, Mexico----------- (5:37) -----------------
"You can't just leave me here. I don't even know where I am?" Tweener proclaimed looking at the outside of a gas station in Puerto Viarta, Mexico. The gas station had two pumps and a small rickety shack for a convenience shop.
"The deal was that we would take you to Mexico, not stay with us. So you can either stay here and not complain or I'm sure T-bag wouldn't mind a visitor in hell."
"Alright dude, god, do you have such and asshole about it?" The young man asked grabbing a sheet from the car and shutting the door of the Camry.
"Where are we going now?" LJ asked as they began driving farther and farther away from Tweener and the gas station. "Are we really leaving him behind?"
"Yes we're leaving the little punk there by himself and we're going back to the house." Burrows informed his son turning back onto the main road of Puerto Viarta.
"Can we get some food before we go back home?" The young teen asked covering the back of his head so that his father couldn't slap him.
"Yes son." Burrows said pulling into a local burger joint.
The two men walked inside the pub and sat down in the bar stools by the entrance of the joint. Burrows grabbed a beer from the counter and dropped a dollar in the 'tip' jar by the register. LJ sighed and looked at the menu for something appetizing to eat. Linc continued to drink his beer and look at the dessert menu.
"So, what are you gonna get?" Linc asked looking over at LJ's menu. "What sounds good to you today?"
"I think I'm going to get a hamburger or something." The young teen responded watching his father consume the rest of the beer as he grabbed another one from the counter and began drinking that one. "Do you have to drink all the time?"
"Don't worry about it." Linc said topping of his beer with a bit of vodka.
"I am worried though. I just don't want it to be like last time when you got so drunk that mom would have to come and get me…" LJ looked down at his menu once more.
"It won't." Linc said taking another rather large sip of beer. "It won't son."
"Okay." LJ said watching his father drink the rest of his beer.
…promises…promises…
-------------Hospital room 964--------- (11:30 p.m.) ----------------
"Sara?" Michael asked slowly opening the door to room 964. He opened the door to find Sara asleep in her hospital bed. Her legs were sprawled out over the bed, her head was settled in the pillow and the expression on her face looked like one of an angel.
Michael walked over to the side of her bed and sat down in the chair beside the hospital bed. He gently brushed the hair away from her face and kissed her on the forehead. Sara swatted at his hand and almost slapped his face. Scofield let off a small chuckle and began walking his fingers up her arm. Sara's eyes slowly opened as she noticed the tall tattooed man in the seat beside her.
"What are you doing here? I told you to leave me alone! I told you not to come near me! What do you think you're doing? I long have you been here? I want you to leave." Sara said jerking up from her comfy position so that she was now upright and angered by Michael's existence.
"Calm down Sara." Michael said grabbing her hand just the way she liked it. He grabbed her right hand, intertwined his fingers with hers and kissed the top of her hand. "Just calm down young lady."
"How can I calm down when you're here? I strictly told you not to come here before things get messy." Sara said pulling her hand away from Michael's and placing her hands on her cozy lap.
Scofield said nothing as he reached in closer to the young brunette. He began staring at her eyes until he seduced her into a kiss. He grabbed the side of her face as she wrapped her arms around his back, clawing her fingers into his back so that her nails left a rather sore spot on his back. Michael pulled the covers down from the tiny bed and slipped his body beside hers. The body heat from the young lovers grew more intense.
"What are you doing to me Michael?" Sara asked gently placing her head underneath the tattooed man beside her. She positioned her body so that she was now lying on her side and underneath his chin.
"I'm just doing what I was sent down here on Earth to do…to love you…" Michael began rubbing Sara's back so that her eyes grew heavy and began shutting. "I'm just loving my girlfriend….like a good boyfriend is supposed to do…"
"…Boyfriend…?" Sara questioned looking up at Michael who was admiring the other side of the room.
"That is normally the term used when two adults are dating…" Scofield corrected the young brunette concentrating on her beautiful brown eyes.
"So we're dating?" Sara asked placing her head back against Michael's chest.
"I don't' know, are we?" He asked running his fingers through the young brunette's hair.
Sara said nothing as her eyes began to close tightly. Michael looked down at the sleeping brunette and pulled the blankets up more so that they were both covered. He shifted his hand so that he was completely wrapped around Sara.
"Good night." Michael slurred beginning to shut his eyes and drifting off to sleep.
----------------End of the Chapter--------------------------
A/N: By the way, yellow Jell-O is an inside joke….lol. I'll have chapter 16 up soon. Some things have come up in my personal life that has caused me to slow down on my chapters. But I promise things will be back to normal in a few days time. Thanks for reading and I hope you review!