woot, ch2, plz review, and...well, flame, if u really, truly, hate it lmao!
Sara stood on a beach in Panama, staring straight into the eyes of the escaped convict Michael Scofield. The distance between them was unnerving, and she inwardly smacked herself for even coming.
She had received his letter two weeks ago, with a plane ticket to Panama attached. She hesitated before reading it aloud, trying in desperation to block his voice out of her mind.
"Dear Sara…
There are so many things I wish I could say to you now; I know you must still have questions, but answering them on paper would not be satisfying. Not for me.
If you still want answers, here is your chance. I can understand if you tear this letter apart, or burn it even-I probably deserve it. Either way, I'm here, Sara.
I'm waiting.
-Michael
His request seemed simple and complicated at the same time. But she wanted answers-she needed to know what it was that had gone on between them at Fox River. She wanted to know if the kiss that occurred the day he broke out was sincere-or another ploy to distract her.
It sounded so simple to go and demand these things of him. It sounded simple…but it wasn't. Her first thought was a resounding NO! repeating in her head. But for a week before her scheduled flight she read the letter countless times, thinking, considering, deciding.
She now asked herself if her decision was the right one.
He hadn't spoken yet. He just stood there, at the edge of the water, bathed in the light of a soon-to-be sunset. He was giving her that stare… the same stare he had on his face during the riot-when she first thought about kissing him.
She looked him over. He wore clothes befitting of him in an environment like this: long black beach shorts and a white muscle shirt. He could almost be mistaken for a surf-bum. Almost. His intellect showed externally, even in that outfit.
His hair had grown out just a little, looking like it wanted start curling, but wasn't quite long enough yet.
Something in her twitched.
She suddenly felt the need to close the distance separating them, to reach out and feel those muscles that lay achingly visible underneath his shirt.
She swallowed hard, gathered what little resolve she had left and slowly stepped toward him.
He waited patiently, like he had all the time in the world. It quickly annoyed her.
She had come all this way to see him, and so far all she'd gotten out of it was a silent stare. Her stomach tightened now that was toe-to-toe with him, and he greeted her with a deep, searching tone.
"I'm glad you came, Sara." she watched him cock his head to one side and look at her feet.
"You didn't bring any luggage with you?"
His question made her grit her teeth to keep from blowing up at him.
Did he just assume that she would come to Panama, jump into his arms and take a month long vacation with him? Well, it would take more than his natural charm to win this one.
"I didn't plan on staying very long, Michael."
The moment she said it she knew he had heard the uncertainty in her voice.
She watched his lips raise up just a fraction, and he reached out to touch her.
She suddenly wanted to hide, to run, to slap him, to kiss him, to push him down and give in to anything he wanted from her.
She needed to make a decision, and she needed to make one quick.
Now.
A/N-I just LOVE cliffhangers, don't you?