Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Prison Break or any of its contents. I own none of the following characters: Sara Tancredi, Michael Scofield. Lincoln Burrows, LJ Burrows, Veronica Donavon, Alexander Mahone or Nika. I do however own Melissa Wright. Yeah for me, I own the rights to something!
A/N: Well, this chapter is going to start directly after chapter 16 so I suggest that if you haven't read that chapter, you should or this isn't going to make any sense.
------------Hospital room 964----------------- (4:03 p.m.) -------------
"Sara, do you trust me?" Michael asked closing the blinds of the small hospital room. He walked over to Sara's bed and began unplugging the wires that connected her to the fluid bags.
"…" Sara said nothing as she stared into the crystal blue eyes of the man who was gently taking the I.V. needle from her upper left arm out.
"Do you trust me?" Michael questioned, now franticly passing around the hospital room in search of some clothes for Sara.
"Yes." Sara said rather short, grabbing the rail of her hospital bed then pulling her body up from the bed. Michael grabbed the sides of her his and helped her up from her horizontal position on the bed.
"Put these on." He said handing Sara a long sleeve button up shirt and a pair of blue boy shorts he found in the corner of the room. "That will do until we are able to buy you some new clothes.
Sara caught the small pile of clothes and sat them on the hospital bed in front of her. Michael maneuvered around the hospital bed so that he was directly behind the young brunette. He began untying the hospital gown until it fell to the ground exposing Sara's bare skin. Scofield stood back behind Sara and began looking around the room, allowing Sara to dress completely. When he turned back around, he noticed the brunette completely dressed and ready for the next adventure.
"Come on." Michael said opening the room door attempting to grab the hand of the young lady in front of him. "Let's go."
Sara glanced back at the curtains of the room then squeezed Michael's hand and smiled. He looked down at their intertwined hands and began leading her down the hallway. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed a policeman patrolling the floor. Scofield pulled his sleeves down, covering the rest of his once exposed tattoo. The brunette began swinging their hands back and forth as she became more nervous than ever before.
"Let's go down stairs to floor two." Scofield said pulling Sara into the stairwell beside the elevator on floor seven.
"Where are we going Michael?" Sara asked, breathing heavily trying to keep up with Michael.
"Do you still trust me?" Michael asked awaiting the doctor to catch up with him. He wiped the sweat from his forehead onto his sleeve and watched Sara climb up another flight of stairs.
"…yes…but I'm beginning to regret that." She answered under her breath, catching up to Michael on the third floor. Sara stood beside Michael for a moment until he began jogging down the next set of stairs.
"It's just a little further…" Michael whispered opening the door to the second floor of the hospital wing. "Stay here." He informed Sara pushing her away from the door opening.
"What are you doing?" Sara asked putting a single foot against the wall behind the doorway. She sighed for a moment and began playing with her nails.
"Quiet." Scofield said shutting the door quickly, covering the mouth of Sara then pushing her completely helpless against the wall. "There is a cop against the exit way of the wing by the parking lot. We're going to have to sneak past him and into the parking lot somehow."
Michael looked into Sara's innocent hazel eyes and uncovered his hand from her soft pink lips. His right hand slowly made its way down against her stomach, around her hip then stopped at her inner thigh. He caressed her face with his other hand as she arched her back and let off a small moan. Around the corner yelled an officer that opened the door to the stairwell. Michael removed his hand from her thigh and punched the officer in the back of the head.
"Let's go." Michael informed Sara, grabbing her hand and fleeing away from the stairwell.
----------------Puerto Viarta, Mexico------------- (5:22 p.m.) ---------------
"Thanks for the dinner." A rather preppy teenage girl with blonde hair said, standing in the doorway of the house, against LJ's chest.
"Anytime." LJ said directing his attention to the young lady in the doorway. She was wearing a denim mini-skirt, complete with a floral pink halter top. "So, would you like to come inside?"
"Sure." Melissa responded awaiting LJ to open the front door for her. LJ reached across the young blonde's stomach and twisted the knob. She looked up at LJ and smiled as she walked inside the beach house.
"Would you like a drink?" The young teenage boy asked his girlfriend, heading toward the kitchen as he watched Melissa look around the living room at the many 'family photos'.
"Do you have water?" She asked running her fingers along a statue on the coffee table of the living room.
"Yeah, do you want…?" LJ paused as he noticed his father lying in the middle of the kitchen floor with an empty bottle of alcohol in his right hand.
"Is everything alright?" Melissa questioned walking into the kitchen. She placed her hands over her mouth as her eyes merely bulged out of her head. "What the hell is going on here? I'm calling the police." She got out her cell phone and LJ grabbed if from the innocent girl's hands and closed it.
"It's okay; he does this all the time." He informed Melissa, dragging his father into the living room and slowly placing him upon the leather sofa by the coffee table. "Help me get his feet up."
Melissa grabbed LJ's father's feet and placed them on top of the couch. She looked at LJ and sighed. By the look on her face, LJ knew in his mind that she was suspicious. He walked over to Melissa and removed the hair from her neck then began kissing down her soft neck. She began tilting her head to the side as he ventured his way to her lips.
"What is going on with all this?" She asked backing LJ away from her face.
"What do you mean?" LJ asked clueless as to why she would ask such a question.
"Forget it." Melissa said placing a single hand on LJ's cheek and kissing him again.
------------------Salt Lake City Hospital--------------- (5:58 p.m.) ----------------
"This way." Michael said, leading Sara outside the hospital wing, near the loading dock. There were many semi-trucks everywhere. "Stay here." He said, leaving Sara near a dumpster by the back door.
Michael glanced back at the love of his life then progressed into the parking lot as planned. Sara watched Michael until he was no longer visible. She looked down at her hands as she watched them shake heavily. Scofield returned shortly to find the brunette shaking in her own skin. He wrapped his shirt around the young woman, covering the majority of her body.
"What are we going to do now?" Sara asked planting herself completely inside Michael's arms, looking out into the parking lot.
"Once I finish hot wiring this car, we'll be on our way to sunny Mexico." He smiled and walked back into the parking lot. This time he was carrying a small package of tools along with him that he had found near a truck. "I love you!" He shouted blowing a single kiss toward Sara.
She smiled for a moment then focused on her freezing condition. Her arms began shaking harder as multiple goose bumps appeared on her pale skin. In the distance she could see a small tan car. Sara blinked her eyes once more and saw that it was Michael. He pulled up to the side of the sidewalk and opened the door for Sara. She hurried inside the car and put her fingers against the heat. Michael sighed and began driving off into the streets. He noticed Nika, still behind Mahone but this time she was sad. Her face was completely pale and by the looks of her, she looked depressed or better yet…bitter.
"Who told?" Sara asked innocently, covering her body with a blanket she found in the back seat of the Ford Escort.
"I don't know." Michael lied, glaring at the sites of Nika. He turned onto the main drag and began speeding up the road. Sara placed her hand on top of his thigh and began rubbing it slowly. The expression on Michael's face grew softer as he began thinking about his love for Sara.
"What's wrong Michael?" She asked, noticing the rapid change in his expression. Sara turned her body more toward his as she looked deep into his concentrated eyes.
"Nothing baby girl." Michael said opening his cell phone to place a call to his brother, Linc. Sara smiled and put her feet up on the dashboard, exposing her red toe nails.
"…Hell…What…Who…?" Linc stuttered looking down at his watch then back up at the ceiling.
"Burrows?" Scofield questioned, looking at Sara and shrugging his shoulders. "Are you okay?"
"…Yeah…what are you calling so early for?" He asked wiping his eyes of the dried alcohol around his eyes and forehead.
"Early? It's after six…"
"…Really?" Burrows asked surprised.
"You better get some rest. Listen Sara and I are going to meet you in Mexico in about four days. Remember to transfer the 'money' into Sucre's account tomorrow."
"Yeah…yeah…yeah…I'll…" Linc began snoring as Michael shut his phone and tossed it in the back seat.
"Is everything okay?" Sara asked impatiently, awaiting the response of Michael.
"Some things, no matter how hard you try, never change…" Scofield flipped on the radio and began merging onto the high way.
-----------------End of Chapter----------------------------------
A/N: Wow, chapter 17! It seems so short, yet so far. I've already planned most of chapter 18 which I can finally say Michael and Sara arrive in Mexico. But don't get all happy because things can change very rapidly…very rapid…grins devilishly…..