Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me, not Prison Break, not Michael, not Sara, not even Kellerman… lame but true.
Rating: PG-15
Summary: There is a plan to make all of this right.
Notes: Although English isn't my first language, Lisa is great and patient, and makes this possible. I hope you know how much I love you.
Thank you.
Any mistakes that remain are my own.
Notes 2: Sorry, I know it have been a long since the last time that I updated this story, but this chapter is longer (and the last) so, I hope you dont hate me more than necessary.
Title: Some nights
Chapter title: The daybreak.
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By Lylou
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Michael opened his eyes slowly.
At first, he didnt know where he was, strange bed, strange room half-illuminated...
But even that, he could felt her warmith next to him.
It was almost intoxicating the smell of her shampoo floating in the air, her hair spread over the pillow beside him, her soft breath against his neck... The familiar taste of her skin in his mouth...
Michael smiled in silence during a few seconds in that half-dark motel room.
It was the first morning that he woke up at her side.
After he went out from Fox River and since his nightly visits to her apartment began, they had slept together many guilty nights, but he always was gone before daybreak.
Until now.
Now Michael could see Sara illuminated just with the orange light of the dawn slipping through the curtains, sleeping next to him, like if suddenly there could be hope for them.
Michael thought that maybe all the dawns before, he wasn't just running from the cops or from going back to prison, maybe he was just afraid of the light, for the first time in his life.
Maybe, without knowing it, Michael had gotten used to the darkness, even long time before entering in Fox River.
Perhaps, all the dawns before he was testing her and testing himself, running from her, running from her silence, from her hurt looks, their painful lies... Putting even more distance between them.
And Michael never knew why, he didn't even know it now.
But he had awaken at her side today, for the very first time... That had to mean something.
And there they were: All the "what if's" were suddenly next to him, sleeping in the bed with them.
But hope was something that Michael Scofield was not accustomed to.
Because he could remeber her dry blood under his own nails.
The taste of her hot and angry kisses, her hurful and warm words against his ear, her soft moan when he passed his hands over her pale skin, her addictive smell surronding him... Michael could remeber a lot of things of the night before.
And he wasn't very proud of some of them, but he wasn't the one that had shot her.
He sighed low and sad in that cheap motel room, Michael could remember himself loosing control, squeezing Sara against himself until he heard her say his name like never before, with her voice darkened by the pain and the desire.
He could remeber the hopeless kisses, the angry and warm words interrupted against her ear, his breath upon her skin...
Michael was remembering how he made love to her, slowly and desperately, like he would have wanted to do since the first far night that he saw the other man entering in her house.
He closed his eyes in that less and less dark room, and thought about the storm of last night.
About the angry desert wind beating the windows, about the rain thinning down her blood from the land... Michael could remember Sara aiming to her head to save his life, the surprised and angry look in the other man's face, same as his... maybe that man loved Sara too...
And maybe Michael loves her too much, that he would have shot her too on the side to save her life.
Although he would have known that she would never forgive him after, knowing that he would never see Sara again, and surely, knowing that she would have hate him forever.
Maybe, even all that, he would have shot her too
Sara's breath began to change until she finally woke up.
Next to him.
"-... How are you feeling?
-"... It hurts like hell."
Her voice sounded sleepy and in pain, but even that, Michael could felt her hot breath upon the skin of his chest.
Sara moved slowly under the bed sheets, until she opened the eyes at last to look at him, and Michael could see that she was perfectly remembering all that had happened in the last hours.
-"Michael...
What are we going to do now?"
Sara talked like all those mornings in the infirmary, when he didn't even know that he was falling in love with her, when it was easy to make promises.
Sara talked like if all the last months had been only a blurred nightmare... like if she trusted him again.
Like if now, she could even think about forgiving him.
Or maybe she had forgiven him long ago, but maybe Michael hadn't found out until this morning.
-"Are you hungry Sara?"
-"... What?"
-"The border is about... ten kilometers from here.
And I still owe you a coffee."
She chuckled softly and Michael pulled her a bit more against him in the bed, thinking that after almost a year of flights at dawn from her bed, he could get used to waking up at her side.
-"Do you still remember that conversation?"
Her voice sounded still sleepy and a bit surprised, and he smiled weakly in silence before answering:
-"Why are you so surprised?"
-"I never thought you where that kind of man."
-"What kind of man?"
She kept quiet for a few seconds, looking for the right words to say:
-"The kind that keeps his promises."
Michael chuckled a bit and she could feel her uncombed hair moving softly with his breathe:
-"Sorry if that dissapoints you... But yes, I'm that kind of man."
Sara talked soft and her voice sounded a bit sad:
-"Although you never have promised me anything... I'm glad to hear it."
"That is not true"
Michael wished he had said it out loud, but he didn't.
Sara was right; he never had promised anything to her that he may comply.
But even that, half of the stupid things that he had done in his life, he had done them for her.
And that was a lot of stupid things.
-"I promisse you a coffee...
Can we start for a coffee?."
-"... Yes.
We can."
They listened to the noise of another guest in the parking and Michael leant a little to look at the alarm clock:
-"We should go Sara... Every minute here..."
-"I know... But I don't know where my clothes are."
Michael smiled a bit and answered:
-"They are in the bathroom... but they are dirty."
-"With blood?"
-"Yes."
Michael's shadowy tone made Sara remember her life running away, the metal taste of her own blood in her mouth, the scared look in Michael eyes while she was lying on the cold ground or his hand pressing her wound getting dirty with blood, trying to stop the bleeding... The cold.
-"...I'm sorry Michael."
Her voice sounded low and a bit ashamed, like if she was about to break, but she didn't, instead, Sara continued talking:
-"But if all would be on contrary... I think you would have done the same thing."
-"You are wrong Sara.
It never would have been on the contrary, because I never would let the things go that far."
-"Maybe... But we'll have to live with what happened, because I'm tired of being angry Michael."
-"...I'm tired too."
Sara smiled weakly but it didn't last:
-"Michael... Do you think he is dead?"
-"I don't care... You do?"
-"Yes... because I shot him."
-"You shot him to save me Sara...
I would have done the same thing, to save you."
She spoke low, like if she was just saying it for herself:
-"I know..."
Michael looked at her in silence, she was still leaning on him and Michael only could see her hair spilled over the skin of his chest, but she knew it.
His voice sounded a bit funny:
-"Now that your boyfriend has shot you...
Can you forgive me, for everything?"
-"...Forgiving you was always the easy part Michael...
Living with what we have made each other... has not been that easy."
-"I have seen you bleeding to death Sara...
I think we are even now."
This last time Michael's voice sounded distant, and something more, maybe there was still a stain of fear on it.
"Actually Sara, yours have been much worse..."
-"Michael, in other circunstances, would you let him there?"
-"Do you really want to know the answer?"
Sara thought about it during a second... Worth the while start again?
-"No.
It doesn't matter anymore."
Michael kept quiet during a second, thinking about what Sara had just said:
"It doesn't matter anymore."
It was a relief to hear it out loud finally.
He gave her a fast kiss on the forehead, got up from bed, and began to pick up his clothes spread all over the floor.
Sara sat down on the bed and looked to him in silence until she finally spoke:
-"Where is my shirt?"
-"I told you... It is dirty."
-"I don't care... It is just blood Michael.
I don't care anymore."
He looked at her during a second, knowing that those words were more than just words...
It was their new promise.
-"... I'll go for them."
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Sara walked slow and leant on Michael, trying to go by unnoticed in the motel parking.
Michael opened the car's door without releasing her at all and helped her to sit down.
Before he closed the car door, Michael got close to her and whispered:
-"He wasn't dead Sara."
The sun was entering through the open car door and Sara looked at him, eyes wide open. Michael was having an intrigued and nervous look, more than she had seen him before, and when he spoke again, his voice sounded impatient and a bit afraid of her answer:
-"Does that change anything to you?"
-"Nothing."
Michael smiled weakly and closed car's door before going to sit down in the driver's seat.
He started the car and road began to disappear under the wheels.
-"But I would have killed him Michael...
If it would be you or him, I would kill him every time..."
Sara's voice sounded low but sure.
-"I know Sara... "
Michael held his breath during a second before continuing talking:
-"...But I didn't want you to live with that...
He wasn't dead Sara."
-"... I don't want to live with that either."
Sara closed her eyes and leant on the seat, letting the weak warmth of the morning sun slide over her.
She felt the car moving, bringing them closer to the border.
The pain in her side was a dull ache now, and it was going to leave a new scar... But she could live with that.
And Sara thought then, for the first time in her life, that she could even live with herself.
She opened her eyes and looked at Michael, next to her, he was serious but after a few seconds he smiled weakly.
-"Where are we going now Michael?"
There was somthing new in her voice, it wasn't pain or secrets, it was something that she wasn't accustomed.
Hope.
Michael chuckled a bit but he didn't apart the look from the road, and like usually, he answered her question with another question:
-"... Have you ever been to Panama?"
-"No...
It was there where you have been hidding from me all this time?
For the first time since they left the motel, Michael's eyes left the road to look at her, still with that mysterious half smile that always made her think that she didn't know Michael Scofield at all.
But that wasn't true, Sara knew him so well that she knew that he was not going to answer.
-"... How it is Michael?
Where you live?"
-"...It is hot and lonely."
-"Good,
I like hot and lonely."
Michael smiled and put on his sunglasses before speaking again:
-"Can I ask you a question now... How do you like coffee Sara?"
She closed her eyes in the seat again and smiled softly before answering:
-"... Not lonely."
Michael looked at the road, a bit serious and he thought again about all their lies, about the passion burning him alive, the lonely nights without her and all the guilty nights after having had her.
He remembered the first night that he saw that man entering her apartment, all the bright and far mornings in her infirmary, when he never thought that there could be something that good in that place...
He was still thinking about all that when they showed their passports to the only bored guard in the small and dusty border booth of check.
And when they were a few meters away Michael talked finally:
-"Bienvenida a MĂ©xico Sara."
She smiled and looked at him:
-"I guess that now is very late to regret it..."
Michael looked at her during a few seconds before ask:
-"Do you regret it Sara?"
-"No."
He smiled and continued driving across the desert, the hot morning wind was sneaking for the small car window and disheveling Sara's hair, and she talked, like the very first morning in their infirmary:
-"You know Michael...
It is the first time that you did not disappear at daybreak."
-"... I know."
Sara looked at him in silence during a few seconds, thinking about the next question, and when she finally spoke, her voice sounded curious, and maybe, a bit scared:
-"Do you regret it Michael?"
-"No."
She closed her eyes leant in the seat, feeling the rays in her skin and the hot wind rustling her hair, she was there, listening the old song from the radio, when Michael's low and familiar voice made her open her eyes to look at him:
-"Do you think we can make it Sara...?
After all?"
She smiled softly and talked:
-"... I don't know.
But that's why we are going to start for a coffee..."
Michael looked at her and smiled, and before paying attention to that desert road again, And Sara could see a weak ray of hope, crossing behind his greenish eyes.
THE END.
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