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A/N: Alright, chapter 24!!! Well, I don't have much to say for this note so here is the newest chapter!
One Week Later
---------------Michael's Kitchen--------------- (8:06 a.m.) ---------------------------
"Dad there is nothing for breakfast!" LJ yelled searching frantically around the kitchen in search of something to fulfill his continuously growing appetite. "All we have is a can of spam and some sort of concoction in the butter Tupperware…" The young teen sighed and placed the questionable container back inside the refrigerator.
"Linc, are you and Kit going to get some groceries today because the kid is right….we have nothing that's worth eating in this house." Scofield grabbed a purple cereal box from the cabinet and shrugged his broad shoulders. He tipped the rectangular box above the center island as he watched the crumbs come pouring out of the box. "Anybody up for pancakes?" Michael asked pulling out his black leather wallet. Inside his wallet was a photo of Sara from a recent date.
"Who's that?" LJ questioned pointing to the young brunette in Michael's wallet. He positioned his body so that he was right beside his uncle near the bar.
"…Sara…" Scofield whispered running his finger along the brunette's flowing hair in the photograph. He admired the way she smiled, and the constant sparkle in her gorgeous brown eyes brought a small tear to the tattooed man's eye.
"Do you want to go and get some omelets from the local diner?" Lincoln yelled from the couch as he glanced back at the two men in the kitchen. He laid the remote control on his stomach and kicked back on the couch so that he was now more relaxed.
"Yes!" LJ quickly answered slipping his brown flip flops on his feet and dashing to the door. "I would do anything for a pancake, omelet or even a breakfast burrito right now." The young teen opened the front door and began walking down the drive way to the land rover.
"Are you coming Michael?" Burrows asked lifting his body off of the white leather couch and walking more towards the front door. "My treat…" He added twisting the knob of the front door.
"…I guess…" Michael placed his leather wallet back inside his jeans and began walking out the front door behind his brother. He pulled out the Land Rover keys and opened the door. "Where are we going?"
"Just drive to the local diner across from the market. They have a nice stack of pancakes." Burrows informed Scofield jumping into the passenger seat of the SUV. He glanced in the rear view mirror to find his son looking inside his wallet. "What are you looking for china?" Burrows chuckled and watched Michael pull out of the long narrow driveway.
"No its Melissa thank you very much dad. She gave me a picture of her a couple nights ago and directed me to put it in my wallet so I can see her wherever I go." LJ smiled and continued looking at the small photo inside his black wallet. Burrows smiled towards his son as LJ placed his thin wallet back into his front pocket. "Are we there yet?" The young teen asked trying to annoy his older family members in the front seat.
"No." Scofield responded looking into his rearview mirror at his nephew. "We'll be there in about five minutes so in the meantime you can shut up."
"Harsh…" The young teen mumbled clearing his throat and looking out the window at the many different trees of Mexico.
"How is Melissa?" Linc asked attempting to relieve the tension between the two other guys in the vehicle. He turned his body more toward LJ as he awaited his son's answer.
"Good." LJ said opening his door of the Land Rover as his two older family members followed him inside the tiny Hispanic restaurant.
"Hey y'all." Kit drawled walking the three men to their 'usual' table in the corner of the room. "Just tell me when you're ready to order." She winked toward Burrows then made her way to another table.
"So Michael, what is going on with you and Sara?" Lincoln questioned directing his attention from Kit to his only brother sitting directly across from him at their table.
"As far as I know we're still not together…" Michael paused for a brief moment and stirred his orange juice creating a small tornado in his crystal glass. "…I miss her…" He admitted as he began fidgeting with the end of his shirt.
"Aren't you gonna go and get her back?" LJ asked handing Michael the small rack of jelly for his freshly prepared toast. "Women are very confusing creatures." The young man looked down at his pancake and drenched it in syrup.
"Are we confusin'?" Kit smiled and sat her tiny frame on top of Lincoln's lap, caressing his chiseled face. She turned to face the rest of the men at the table and smiled largely as they shook their heads.
"No." Linc said rubbing a single hand along the dark brunette's inner thigh. He began kissing down her neck until she stopped him and walked away smiling. "Well…it's a bit difficult…"
"What are you talking about dad?" The young teen raised a single eyebrow and continued to eat the rest of his toast.
"Michael?" Burrows said waving his right hand in front of his younger brother's face. "Are you okay?" He looked deep into the eyes of Michael as he watched Scofield day dream in the corner of the table.
"Go get her…" Kit yelled from the other side of the waiting area of the restaurant. She watched as Michael's face grew more and more worried. "Go and get her." The southern belle yelled tossing Michael a set of keys to her red F-150 in the parking lot.
"Dude get Sara, LJ and I will be fine…" Lincoln paused as he watched his younger brother scurry away from the table. "Michael!" He yelled across the entire shack, captivating everyone's attention.
"What?" Scofield turned his entire body around to look his brother directly in the eye. He leaned his muscular body against the doorway frame awaiting his brother to finish what he was trying to say.
"I'll be waiting for you." Burrows smiled as he watched his younger brother give me a thumb's up in acknowledgement. Michael smiled towards his only brother and walked outside the restaurant in search of the red F-150.
…Where the hell did she park…?
Scofield began searching around the vast parking lot until he stumbled upon the red pick up in the left hand corner of the parking lot. The truck looked merely brand new. It had a couple scratches down the side of the passenger seat door but nothing too major. The tattooed man entered the F-150, strapped his seat belt around his torso and began driving far away from the small restaurant. He began merging onto the highway in search of Sara's apartment. Michael had visited the apartment building a few times before but never could remember the street.
Shortly after leaving the restaurant, the red pick up truck entered the apartment complex of Sara. He placed the truck into park and pulled the keys out of the ignition. In the backseat he noticed an old acoustic guitar. With his right hand he pulled the guitar out of the truck and strapped it around his shoulder. Sara's apartment was only a few seconds away from where he parked the truck. Making his way up the stairs, he noticed a young woman's voice coming from upstairs. Scofield ventured his way upward until he stumbled upon Sara sitting in front of her apartment door with a cigarette in one hand and a beer in the other.
"Sara?" Michael questioned setting the guitar against the railing and grabbed the cigarette from the young brunette. "You're a doctor, you should know better…" Scofield took a small puff of the cigarette and threw it down the banister of the staircase.
"What the hell was that for?" Sara took another sip of her Budweiser and placed the half full bottle in between her legs so that it hung just above the ground with her arms gently sat on top of her knees.
"I care about you." The young tattooed man snatched the bottle of beer away from Sara and finished it himself. Once he was finished devouring the beer he placed the bottle inside the trash can next to the staircase. He walked back over to Sara and looked into her sparkling brown eyes.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Dr. Tancredi shook her head as she turned away from the man in front of her. She began counting the number of flies trapped in the screen of her doorway until she felt Michael's hands against her hips. "What are you doing Michael? I told you this thing is over." Sara blatantly said addressing Michael with a look of disappointment.
Michael said nothing as he grabbed the guitar from the railing of the apartment and sat down directly across from the brunette so that she was eye level with the handsome blue eyed man. By the look on Sara's face anyone could tell she didn't know what to expect. She couldn't seem to remember the last time he had brought a guitar in her presence although he knew that something about the guitar made her heart melt. Scofield strapped the guitar around his shoulder and began playing the acoustic version of "Settle for a Slowdown" by Dierks Bently. Small tears gathered in Sara's eyes as the song progressed. There was something about this song that brought tears to her eyes. Michael began singing louder when he arrived at the most important part of the entire song.
"But your wheels just turn
Down the road ahead
If it hurts at all
You ain't showed it yet
I keep lookin' for
The slightest sign
That you might miss
What you left behind
I know there's nothing stopping you now but I'd settle for a slowdown"
"Please stop…" Sara whispered reaching down for her shirt so that she could wipe the many tears filling up in her eyes. "It just isn't going to work" She began sobbing as she lifted her body up from the ground and glanced down at Michael. The young brunette saw the innocence in his eyes but that wasn't enough for Sara. She entered the apartment door, leaving Michael outside without an invitation.
"I love you!" Michael shouted banging against the apartment door. Through the window he could see the love of his life crying. She walked over to the window, looked directly into the eyes of Michael and shut the blinds. "…damn…" He whispered under his breath as he journeyed his way down the long stair case.
Scofield opened the truck door and threw the guitar back into the rather small backseat of the truck. He placed the keys into the ignition and began driving back to his house. The constant thought of Sara entered his mind as he swerved the car outside the yellow line. Quickly he turned the wheel a bit so that he was no in between the lines.
Arriving at the house Michael noticed his Land Rover firmly parked in the drive way, this time about a foot away from the garage door which put a tiny smile on the face of the broken hearted man. He gently opened the door of the red pick up and slid his body out of the vehicle leaving behind the guitar. Scofield moseyed his way to the front door and turned the knob to find LJ and Lincoln on the couch watching the game.
"What's up?" LJ asked holding up a green bottle of Heineken attempting to toast with his father but was too drunk to do so. "I love you Michael…" He mumbled downing the rest of his drink.
"What the hell is going on here?" Michael looked around the rest of the living room to find a 12 pack of empty Heineken bottles and a drunken Kit in the corner of the room throwing up the previously consumed alcohol. Scofield walked over to the sick woman and helped her up. "Everything is fine."
"I love you Michael." Kit blurted out vomiting all over the tattooed man. Michael sighed and placed the southern woman on the love seat beside Lincoln. "I love…." She paused in the middle of her sentence as her eyes grew heavy.
Michael sighed at the image of his family and Kit all wasted when it wasn't even noon. He stepped over the empty bottles and into his office. It seemed as if his office was his only 'safe spot'. It was a place in which he was alone. He could think without the constant interruption of his personal reality. In a sense it was his escape from the reminder that he was only human.
-----------------Sara's Apartment------------------------ (6:01 p.m.) -------------------
Relaxing upon a freshly cleaned king size bed, Sara leaned her body against a purple body pillow she had purchased in the market place a few days ago. She glanced down at her silver cell phone and sighed. Whether expecting a call or not she had a tendency to always keep her cell phone close. In fact a friend once told the young brunette that people should be born with cell phones and have them attached along the hip. At first she didn't understand until now. Out of nowhere the tiny silver phone began ringing and vibrating against the slender stomach of Sara. She picked up the phone and answered it.
"Hello?" Sara answered unsure of who exactly she was talking to. She turned around to face the clock and sighed. It was only a little after 6 according to her trusty alarm clock. The young brunette began day dreaming until she finally said. "Hi Michael."
"It's Jeff…your boyfriend…whose Michael?" The man on the other line asked confused as to why Sara called him Michael. He took a seat at his kitchen table and glanced out the window awaiting the young brunette to answer his imperative question.
"I don't know…I meant….Wait, what was the question?" Sara asked confused as to what to say in this particular situation. "What are you talking about Michael…I meant Jeff…"
"It's over." Jeff hung up the phone and threw it across the room in a fit of mere rage.
Sara looked down at her cell phone in which said 'disconnected' in bold bright red letters. She looked around the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of Jack Daniels. The young brunette began downing the bottle until her small frame couldn't hold the liquor anymore. She began moseying her way to the door and opened it to reveal the sunset. Sara began walking down the stairs and into a small yellow cab parked in the front of her apartment.
"Where to?" The rather skinny Asian man asked chuckling at the site of a drunken Sara attempting to lift her body into the car. "Do you need any help?" He asked noticing the struggle she had with getting into the car.
"No, I'm perfectly fine…." Sara giggled as she finally made her way into the yellow cab and smiled again. "I need to go to Michael." She giggled once more and pointed outside the windshield. The driver began going down the road as he chuckled again.
"Okay young lady…What is his last name?" He asked now aware that the brunette was intoxicated to an extreme that even he himself couldn't believe.
"Scofield." She answered smiling once again. Sara looked at the car door and opened it. Turning back to the driver, Sara jumped out of the moving car and began running down the street until she reached Michael's house. She turned the knob to find it locked. "Open!" The young drunken brunette yelled pounding on the door until Michael answered.
"Sara?" Michael looked at the pale brunette and smiled. He lifted her slender body up off the ground and carried the drunken brunette into his freshly cleaned bedroom. Michael laid the young woman onto his bed and turned off the lights.
"Where are you going?" Sara asked more worried about being alone than being with Michael. "Please don't go." She began quivering at the thought of her being alone…scared….and drunk.
"Okay." Michael shut the bedroom door and unrolled the covers to reveal the shaking young woman. He pulled off his button up shirt and threw it across the room. The tattooed man laid his muscular body around Sara as he massaged her body.
"Thank you." She whispered now closing her eyes now having a sense of security. "I love you Michael." Sara said rubbing the face of the man in front of her.
"I know, but I wish you weren't drunk when you said that…" He mumbled closing his eyes.
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A/N: Sorry it took so long. Like I said before I'm moving and just about everything is packed in my house. I'm not sure if I'll be able to get chapter 25 up before then. All this packing has taken my spare time to write. Well I hope you liked this chapter. PLEASE REVIEW!!!!