Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me, not Prison Break, not Michael, not Sara, not even Kellerman… lame but true.

Spoilers for the second season.

Summary: How save someone that doesnt want to be saved?

Title: Some nights

Dedicated: To Lisa, who makes this possible.

Thank you so much.

Any mistakes that remain are my own.

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By Lylou

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Before the sound of the shot had faded away, Michael already knew what had happened.

-"You shot her!"

-"I saved her life!

She was going to kill herself to save you... "

Michael looked at her body on the ground, her eyes were opening and closing slowly, like if she was trying to focus without getting it, and her hair was spread upon the wet ground, sprinkled by tiny blood drops. The small gun was near her hand but she was pale, much more than usual, and thousands of unconnected thoughts crossed through his mind in just a few seconds.

And that voice in his head, always unwelcome and sharp, but always right: "You are going to lose her... she is dying."

-"Let me help her...

...Please"

Michael's voice was dark and low, but there was something more, something that grew up from inside him.

The fear.

Kellerman spoke like he hadn't even heard Michael, and his voice sounded broken and sad during a few seconds, while he was looking at Sara, trying to breathe on the ground.

-"... I never wanted the things to go in this way..."

"-Are you going to let her bleed to death on the ground!

You have me...but she doesn't have to die tonight Paul."

-"I can't get her to a hospital... They would find her before the doctors appear."

-"Then!"

-"Do you think this is easy for me Mr. Scofield?"

-"I don't care!

But if she dies... I'll kill you."

Kellerman heard the hate, the fear and the desperation in Michael's low voice, and he knew that it was true, that cold and distant man would kill him without batting eyes for her, but he was the one with the gun.

-"You are right... she doesn't have to die... but I can't save her now."

-"You are going to let her die!

What kind of man are you?"

-"... One with a sense of duty...

But that is no longer your business"

Kellerman looked at Michael again and aimed at him, and Michael could see that his eyes were wet and a bit scared, the gun was trembling slowly in his hand, he looked at Sara one second, really sad, and Michael felt a flash of sorrow for that man.

But there was that voice in his head:

"He is going the kill her... Sara is going to bleed to death at the lake's waterside that you always wanted to show her."

Kellerman's sad voice brought him to the fearful reality again:

-"... I'm sorry.

...I wish that we all could have had another option..."

Michael swallowed hard and pressed his lips when he saw that Kellerman aimed at his chest.

Then he heard a shot, much more low than the earlier, and Michael could see Kellerman turning pale, until he finally dropped the gun, and then he saw the blood.

Kellerman fell on the mud on his knees and Michael could see Sara, half rested in the ground, with the small gun still smoking in her trembling hand.

Michael ran until where she was, Sara was breathing slowly, and now, her blood was soaking the dark soil under her body.

He bent down, next to her and opened her blouse to examine the wound in her side.

Michael could see Sara's breath turned into weak clouds in the cold night air... He was losing her, and it was even more painful than that far morning, whereon he told her everything, and she went out of that infirmary forever, convinced that he didn't love her, that he never had loved her.

He tried not thinking about that now, and covered desperately her wound with his hands, and Michael could felt how her warm and sticky blood was deadly escaping from her body among his own fingers.

He was losing her.

Michael could see how she was slowly fading away, how his hands were painfully getting dirty with her blood.

But if he was going to lose her forever, the last thing that she would ever heard was going to be his voice whispering in her ear, in the way that Michael always spoke to her in, like he had spoken to her in that far infirmary and all those lost nights:

-"Everything is going to be okay...

I'm here now"

Maybe it wasn't true, but he couldn't promise her anything else at this point.

Not when she was dying next to him.

Sara was pale and her hair was scattered upon the ground, her eyes were dying off slowly and Michael wasn't even sure that she could see him already.

He felt the warm tears crowding behind his eyes, but Michael thought that he would have enough time for crying after... and suddenly, without knowing how, he realized that all his life would be "after" now.

He was going to say something more, but Michael saw that her lips where moving slowly, Sara was trying to speak and he got even more close to her, until he could feel again the familiar smell of her hair and her weak breath upon his skin.

And then he heard her, and with every word that she was painfully speaking, Sara was saying "Goodbye," for the very first and last time...

Her words were fastly fading away all their memories, one by one, until Michael thought scared that he wouldn't be able even to remember her:

-"You where right Michael...

...This is the most beautiful place I have ever seen..."

To be continued...

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