Disclaimer: I of course own nothing to do with Prison Break or any of its contents. I own none of the following characters: LJ Burrows, Theodore Bagwell, Michael Scofield, Sara Tancredi, Lincoln Burrows or Veronica. I do however own the rights to Carrie and Kit. Go Me! Oh yeah, I don't own Fruit Loops…don't ask!
A/N: Yeah for chapter 23! Go me! Well as everyone read on last chapter T-bag is back, Michael and Sara are split and Lincoln is mourning the loss of Veronica. Well, this chapter should answer some questions….but when you find out answers; it leads to more questions…
Same Night:
------------------Michael's House living room------------------ (9:12 p.m.) ---------------
"You're not dead?" LJ asked in complete shock as he wrapped his bare arms around the frightened blonde. He noticed Melissa's hands becoming sweaty and the look on her face was more confused than he had ever seen here. "Everything is going to be just fine…" He whispered kissing the young blonde.
"What are you in the mafia? Things aren't going to be okay. If it wasn't for you I wouldn't be here. Shit, what is my mother gonna say…?" Melissa said tucking her body inside the jacket of LJ as she looked at the dirty southern man in the corner of her eye.
"I promise everything will be okay." LJ reassured his girlfriend kissing her hand then placing it back inside his gray sweatshirt. He watched T-bag as he stepped closer to the young couple and licked his pale pink lips at the sights of Melissa.
"And who is this young angel?" The southern man asked reaching his hand out to the young lady in front of him. Melissa turned her head burying it in the shoulder of her boyfriend. "Don't tell me y'all are a couple?" He asked watching the young blonde grasp onto LJ's arm leaving bright red scratch marks on his rather pale skin.
"What do you want from us?" Michael stepped up in front of T-bag directing the southern man's attention elsewhere. "How did you survive us burying you?" He questioned rather intrigued as to how he survived four bullet shots and a burial in the hot Arizona sun.
"Well when little LJ here decided to shoot me…he didn't realize that I was wearing a vest ya see. I burrowed it from an officer a while back in Oklahoma. After y'all dumped me in a hole out in the dessert somewheres, I found a train close by you see…it took me to Tooele, Utah in search of Westmoreland's loot but there ain't nothin' there no more." The southern man drawled wrapping his right hand around the injured left one. "Where is the money Scofield?" He demanded grasping Michael's arm tightly.
"Back off!" Burrows yelled throwing the southern man onto the floor of the living room. Lincoln placed his size 14 shoe on top of T-bag's stomach applying a rather harsh pressure on the already injured man. "Leave."
"I ain't…goin'…nowheres…." T-bag coughed attempting to relieve the large pressure of Lincoln's shoe off his chest. "I ain't…I ain't…leavin' til you gettme my part…" He coughed again trying to clear his throat.
"Let him go Linc." Scofield said grabbing his brother's broad shoulder and pushing it away from the man in lying in the middle of the living room. "We have nothing to give you so I suggest you leave before things get ugly." Michael informed T-bag shaking his head at the crippled southern man.
"I have to go to the bathroom…" Melissa stated slowly lifting her body off of the white leather couch. She flung her mini skirt down and began walking down the hall until she felt something grab her waist. "What the hell!" She screamed realizing it was T-bag. He covered her glossy lips with his coarse hands and smiled as she mumbled words that nobody could decipher.
"Let her go!" LJ demanded walking next to his uncle and pulling out the hand gun from his pocket. "I shot you once, I'm not afraid to shoot you again." His hands trembled as he held the slick black gun at the man withholding his girlfriend.
"You wouldn't shoot me pretty boy…nor would you risk the life of this southern bell for your own good…?" T-bag said admiring the constant shake of the young teen in front of him. He grabbed Melissa's mouth tighter as she began screaming louder. "Don't ruin this chemistry we have goin' on here baby girl…tell these people to give me my loot and I'll letcha go…" He said licking the side of her cheek.
"LJ put the gun down son…" Linc instructed his son flashing back between his son and Melissa. "We don't' want anyone dead here son, just give me the gun and everything will be over."
LJ looked around the room at the many people surrounding his tiny body and began sweating rapidly. His thin face grew more worried as he watched T-bag run his hand along the sides of his girlfriend. The gun grew heavy as LJ slowly brought the gun down and handed it to his father. Linc grabbed the gun from his son and placed it in his right hand.
"Do y'all actually think that is it? You can shoot me but you shoot me you'll haveta shoot this girl of yours…" T-bag moved the young blonde in front of his torso and smiled. "So Scofield, you choose…money or the heart of your nephew's girlfriend…"
"No!" LJ shouted running across the kitchen into hallway of the beach house. He low kicked the southern man and wrapped his arms around Melissa. LJ kissed the top of her forehead and pushed them both inside the laundry room. "Are you okay?" He asked realizing that everything was not okay.
Michael looked in the hallway and saw the southern man lying flat on the ground with his injured hand on top of his chest. He grabbed the gun from his brother until he heard the door bell. Scofield glanced at the wooden door then back at his brother. They both shrugged their shoulders as Michael handed Linc the gun and walked over to the door. He opened the lock and swung the large white door open to reveal Sara in the door way.
"May I help you?" Scofield asked trying to use his body as a cover up from the chaos inside his house. "What brings you here?"
"I just came to get my contacts I left here Michael so don't think I'm coming back after the shit you did to me." Sara said trying to get passed the blocked doorway. "Let me in Michael."
"You can't!" Michael said quickly lunging outside the door shutting the wooden door behind him. "Linc isn't feeling well and I would hate for you to catch whatever it is he has. We're not sure yet but we'll take him to the doctor tomorrow. I'll just run upstairs and get them for you. Where are they?" He asked attempting to keep the tone of his voice normal.
"I'm perfectly capable of going upstairs and getting them myself..." She paused trying to get past the tattooed man in the door way. "Come on Michael, I'm not in the mood for this." Sara said reaching across Michael's body for the door knob.
"No…" He said softly kissing the lips of the woman he still cared strongly about. Michael grabbed the side of her face and pressed his tongue against hers.
"Oh god Michael, that is pathetic…do you actually think a kiss will make me stay…?" Sara paused again as Michael began moving his lips away from hers and slowly creeping down her neck. "Quit, I'm here…" The brunette started until she found her body up against the side of the house with Michael's body against hers.
"I never meant to hurt you Sara…" He whispered into the ear of the woman he loved more than life itself. "You have to believe me."
"I want to believe you Michael, but it is much more complicated than that…" Sara backed away from Michael and opened the door. She gasped at the sight of T-bag and Lincoln. "What is going on here?" She screamed turning back to face Michael.
"Well Michael, looks like you've managed to win the lonely heart of this here doc. I thought you said it was all just a 'way to get out' then you was gonna drop this broad like a Kentucky ham on a Christmas dinner…" T-bag said leaning against the back door of the beach house as he watched Sara's face fill up with sheer rage and tension.
"I…" Sara paused and slapped the side of Michael's face. "Congratulations Michael you've managed to get inside my pants so would you just leave me alone. I never want to see you again…" She said slamming the front door of the beach house.
"Well Pretty, not only have you lost Westmoreland's gold, you've also lost the woman you loved…not to mention the loss of respect in your own country. Good job." The southern man said sarcastically placing his hands deep inside his jean pockets.
Michael looked at T-bag with a look of mere disgust then back at the gun in Lincoln's hands. He turned around and glanced at the door that Sara used then back at the hand gun. Scofield slowly walked toward the gun, grabbed it from Burrows and shot T-bag sending him threw the sliding glass doors. The two brothers slowly walked into the patio and Michael shot him four more times leaving blood stains all over the wooden patio. LJ and Melissa came running out of the house as they heard the gun shots.
"What the…" LJ paused and covered his girlfriend with the large gray sweatshirt he was wearing. "Do you want me to drive you home?" He asked grabbing the keys from his father's hands as he watched the young blonde shake her head.
"Be back by 12…" Linc said smiling at LJ then turning back to the dead man in front of his shoes. "What do we do now?" He asked watching Michael's head spin a hundred miles a minute.
"Grab the tarp from the garage." Michael instructed his brother as he tossed the gun into the vast ocean. He watched the gun sink to the bottom of the ocean.
…What the hell just happened there? Holy shit I just killed a man…
"What do you want me to do with the tarp?" Burrows asked holding up a long heavy gray tarp facing his younger brother.
"Wrap his body and throw him out to sea." Scofield blatantly said as he grabbed the large tarp from his brother and began rolling the bloody body of T-bag. He tucked in the crippled arms of the middle aged southern man and pushed him off the long narrow dock behind his house. Michael saluted the body of T-bag then glanced back at Linc who was saluting him as well.
"Another one bites the dust." Lincoln said as he began taking the broken glass door off the hinges of the beach house. "I'll replace the door tomorrow, for right now I'll just put some duck tape up." He informed Scofield pulling out a giant roll of tape out of his jacket.
"Very funny Linc." Michael pointed out punching his only brother's shoulder.
"What was that for?" Burrows questioned punching his younger brother back. "That was for the time you told mom I was the one of broke her favorite floral vase."
"And this is for the time you told dad I glued the front door shut with cement." Scofield punched the arm of Burrows leaving behind a rather large blue and purple bruise. "Okay Linc, I'm going to go and sleep." He said jogging up the stairs and into his master bedroom.
Lincoln looked at his now bruised shoulder and laughed. He followed his younger brother up the stairs and entered his rather quiet room to find Kit, the bartender, lying on top of his California King bed. Burrows smiled as the dark brunette lifted her full figure off the bed exposing her many tattoos in various places on her body. She smiled and grabbed Lincoln's shirt down to her waist.
"Kit?" Linc questioned running his long fingers along the side of her freckled face. "How did you…? Why are you…?" He attempted to ask questions but was distracted by Kit.
"Don't ask questions young man. I came here for a reason and I plan on fulfilling my plans. I don't go back on my word…" Kit clawed Lincoln's now exposed back and began kissing him.
"Wait…" Burrows said pulling his larger body off her smaller frame. "I don't want to take advantage of you…" He said rolling onto his back as Kit looked in the eyes.
"Take advantage of me?" Kit giggled and looked at Linc with eyes that could kill. "You're not taking advantage of me. We're two adults that have certain needs and I currently need to fulfill that need right now so we can do this now…or I can use mass quantities of force. You can choose…" She paused as she laid her head upon his chest contemplating on how this was going to work out.
"I don't know Kit, you're really great but I don't want us to move to fast. I lost my high school sweetheart that way…" Lincoln paused to remember Veronica as he fiddled with his large thumbs. "I just want the time to be right."
"I respect your decision Lincoln. I appreciate you looking after all this but I need somebody who knows what he wants and I don't think you're that kind of guy. I want a man who knows what he wants and is not afraid to go and get it." The dark brunette slipped back into her jeans and walked over to the door then she glanced back at the buff man on the bed.
"Wait!" Burrows yelled quickly jumping up and running to the side of Kit. "I know what I want." He passionately kissed Kit as he reached for the hooks of her bra.
"Alright cowboy!" Kit yelled grabbing the sides of Linc and pushing him back onto the bed. She straddled Burrows as she began taking off her own bra exposing everything underneath. Lincoln smiled as he began running his hands along the sides of the woman. "Ready?" She asked as she ducked down to his body and began unbuckling his jeans.
Next Morning
------------------Lincoln's bedroom--------------- (11:23 a.m.) -------------
"Mornin' Cowboy." Kit drawled rubbing her hands along Lincoln's slightly chiseled face. "How did you sleep?" She asked realizing that they barely slept that night. The dark brunette lifted her head up from the pillow and smiled at the exhausted man holding her body.
"Well…" Linc paused as he took a brief moment to stretch his tired body. "I can't say that I sleep well but I had a really good night with you." He mumbled extending his arm around Kit exposing most of his chest.
"I'm sorry." She said in her southern baby voice. "I didn't mean to keep you up all night darlin'. If you want me to leave I will…but I don't think that would be a good idea…" Kit giggled running her fingers along Lincoln's chest as he watched her every movement.
"I'm gonna go downstairs and get some breakfast…" Burrows said pushing Kit off of him then sitting up from the bed rubbing his tired blue eyes. "Do you want something?" He asked sliding his purple boxers around his waist and grabbing a mint from the nightstand beside his bed.
"Sure." Kit jumped up and wrapped her bare body in a robe she found on the ground next to the bed. The robe covered the majority of her body and wrapped around her waist at least twice. She giggled as Lincoln shook his head at the sight of her in his robe. "What? Are you saying that I don't look good in this?" Kit spun around in her new wardrobe item and smiled.
"No…" Lincoln grabbed the young dark brunette's waist and spun her around even harder. He stopped in the middle of the room and smiled. "So, let's go downstairs." Linc grabbed her hand and led her down the stair way and into the kitchen to find LJ sitting in a bar stool eating a large helping of Fruit Loops.
"Good morning." Linc winked at his son and grabbed a giant tub of cookie dough ice cream. He walked over to the dishwasher and grabbed two stainless steel spoons with a spiral design at the end of them. "Alright, I'm having ice cream for breakfast Kit, do you want some?"
"Ice cream for breakfast?" Kit questioned smiling at Lincoln then joining him by the island to eat the large container of ice cream. She lifted her body on top of the island as Lincoln began feeding the dark brunette cookie dough ice cream. "Thank you sir."
"Who are you?" LJ asked in reference to the strange woman on top of the counter. "Since when does my father date?" He chuckled and took another bite of cereal.
"Since now young man and if you have a problem I suggest you keep your little tiny mouth shut young man before you and I have ourselves a problem." Kit drawled as she watched the young teen look completely speechless.
"Have you seen Michael?" Burrows asked directing his attention to LJ as he ate a spoonful of ice cream. "I haven't seen him all morning."
"I don't know but there was a note on the fridge that said he had to do some sort of 'important' business…" LJ handed his father a yellow post it note from the fridge.
-----------------Michael's land rover---------------- (2:44 p.m.) -----------------------
Michael turned into the parking lot of a local flower shop off Hibiscus St. He looked around the small business and saw the front door. Scofield opened the front door to find a rather skinny blonde haired man behind the counter. The man was cutting flowers, creating extraordinary bouquets and planters. The tattooed man looked around the flower filled store in search of something for the woman who left him.
"Hello welcome to my flower shop. Can I help you with anything?" The blonde behind the counter asked glancing over at Michael who looked as confused as a kid in a candy store.
"Yes." Michael responded admiring the sweet smell of the roses on display. "I'm here buying flowers for a woman who doesn't even love me. How sad is that?" Scofield paced the floor as the man behind the counter chuckled.
"I have just the thing." The man pulled out an arrangement that contained lilies, tulips, and other various spring like flowers. Around the arrangement was a pink bow that had 'I love you' in glitter. "This is the sure thing to win this woman's heart back.
"Alright." Scofield said grabbing a fifty from his wallet and setting it on the counter by the store manager. "Keep the change." Michael walked out the door and into his car. He sat the flowers on the seat beside him and smiled.
Michael placed his keys into the ignition of his black land rover and headed toward Sara's apartment. His pocket began to vibrate as he noticed it was Lincoln. Scofield smiled and threw the phone into the backseat of the SUV.
After fifteen minutes of continuous driving, Michael pulled into the apartment complex. He found Sara's apartment and rang the tiny doorbell. Michael awaited an answer and nothing happened. He set the flowers on the door step and took a single step back. Admiring the flowers, he thought more of Sara. Scofield pulled out a red origami rose and set it on top of the doorknob. Michael left the apartment.
--------------------Sara's Apartment----------------- (8:12 p.m.) --------------------
Sara walked up the stairs of the apartment complex to find a banquet of flowers in front of her door. She slowly knelt down to pick of the flowers and saw the tiny flower on top of her door knob. The doctor smiled and opened the door. She set the items on the coffee table and fell against the couch. Her face was completely filled with mixed emotions. She was happy, yet sad…angry, yet enthused…she wanted more than anything to be mad at him but never could. Sara gently shut her brown eyes and smiled at the thought of Michael.
"You've kept it" Michael pointed out, looking at the origami flower in the wooden shelving unit.
"Kept what?" Sara asked paying more attention to her clipboard than Michael.
"The flower." He answered, looking back into Sara's eyes.
"Well, I'm a pack rat, I never throw anything out." Sara said quickly glancing at Michael then back down at her clipboard.
"Yeah, all this clutter…it's a…overwhelming…" Scofield commented sarcastically.
"You should see my apartment." Sara added.
"Whoa, haven't even had our first date yet and you're already inviting me in…, thought you were a nice girl." He said looking at Sara with eyes that could pierce through steel.
"Oh Michael we all know nice girls finish last." Sara answered writing something on her clipboard.
"So where do you finish?" He says, lifting up his shirt to reveal his tattooed chest.
"It depends on where I start deep breath." She placed her stethoscope on his chest as she looked deep into his eyes.
"What the hell?" Sara suddenly jerked her body from her mere vision and smiled. "Damn…" She rubbed her hand against her head and began crying.
Sara walked down the hallway of her small apartment and entered the bathroom. She quickly grabbed a cardboard box from under the sink and opened it. Inside she found one of Michael's striped button up shirts. She flung the shirt around the room and began screaming so loud her own ears hurt. Her hands dug deeper into the box until she stumbled upon a small vial of morphine. She glanced in the mirror once more and grabbed a syringe.
…I'm sorry Michael…I'm just not as strong as you…
The young brunette sat against her glistening white tub and injected the morphine into her arm. A look of relief quickly filled her face as she threw the empty syringe into the trash can and flung her body across the tub.
----------------------End of Chapter-------------------------
A/N: Sorry, their still apart…that makes me kind of sad. Well, this chapter was longer than intended…oops! I'm looking forward to chapter 24…only a few more left! GO ME! Well, please review and tell me what you think. I kind of want to know peoples reactions to things in this book! Thank you!