Fic: "Coffee Break" (Prison Break, M/S)
“Coffee Break”
By: Bella Lumina
Fandom/Pairing: Prison Break, Michael/Sara
Rating: PG
Canon: Up to and including “118: Bluff”
Disclaimer: Not mine, no profit gained.
Summary: Sometime in the distant future, Michael and Sara make a stop at their neighborhood coffee shop.
“I’ll have a grande Americano and … um … a tall decaf latte,” Sara stammers, pulling at her shirt sleeves. The friendly neighborhood coffee shop that she frequented for so long has finally been pushed out by a big chain, and the impatient looks on the faces of the workers make her feel like she’d better get her order right - or else.
The barista blinks and punches a couple of buttons on the cash register, sighing, “That’ll be six dollars and twenty-three cents.”
“Seriously?”
She gets little more than a raised eyebrow in response, so she fumbles in her purse and pulls out a couple of crumpled bills. “Thanks,” she mumbles as the worker dumps the change into her outstretched hand and points her toward some sort of staging area to wait for her drink.
Mrs. Contino would have died before charging that much for coffee, she ruminates as she crosses her arms self-consciously over her chest. Shifting from one foot to another, she tries to ignore the parade of stick-thin college girls bouncing in to get their morning iced this-or-that before heading off to class. She wants to scream, “Hey! Once I looked like you, too - only better!” but she knows that they would just smirk at her recently-enlarged waist and shake their heads.
The two other women waiting for coffee are obviously focused on other things, because instead of comparing themselves to the girls in the store, they’re marveling at a different kind of customer. “I can tell you this much, it’d be a cold day in hell before Sam would ever have tried to go anywhere alone with the baby when she was that little,” one notes, and the other makes an affirmative noise.
“Maybe he knows that she’s a chick magnet,” customer number two says with a smirk. “Not that he would really need help in that area.”
“No shit,” her friend chuckles. “If I didn’t already know what it was like being pregnant, he’d start my biological clock ticking.”
“Or other things ticking,” the second woman says, sending them both into a fit of giggles.
“Grande Americano and a decaf latte?” a worker in a bright baseball cap calls out, pulling Sara’s attention back to the task at hand.
“Thanks,” she says with a soft smile, already imagining how the two women will react when they see that she’s the one approaching his table. He’s with … her? How the hell did she managed to land him?
She sighs and squares her shoulders before striding confidently to their table. They’ve been through way too much together for her to start doubting their relationship because of two strangers in a ridiculously-overpriced coffee bar. Besides, at least when they realize that she’s the mother in this equation, her annoying stomach pudge will be a little more understandable.
Michael gives her a knowing look as she slides into the seat opposite him. “You survived?”
“I miss Contino’s,” she sighs, handing him his coffee.
“You and me both,” he agrees, shifting the baby against his chest and carefully sipping his coffee. “Had I known it wouldn’t be here when I got back, I would have stopped and grabbed a cup before I knocked over that bank.”
She rolls her eyes. “Drink your coffee, Clyde.”
He smirks and sets his cup down, rubbing the baby’s back as she begins to fuss softly. “Want me to take her?” she asks as she stretches her hands toward her daughter.
“She’s fine, she’s fine,” he replies, “it’s okay. Actually, I think Gracie just wanted me to fill you in on the conversation we were having while you were gone.”
She raises an eyebrow. “Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah. She’s pretty sure that I should quit my job so that she and I can hang out like this all the time. Also, she thinks that Northwestern shirt-thing you bought her is stupid, and she never wants to wear it again.”
“Is that so?”
He shrugs. “Hey, don’t kill the messenger, take it up with the kid.”
“She’s a smartass already … huh, wonder where she got that from?”
“Obviously she’s been watching too much television, it’s been a bad influence.”
“Oh, obviously.” The baby watches, fascinated, as he brings her up to eye level, letting her bat her chubby fingers against his nose and his mouth. “You’re the hit of the coffee place, you know that?”
“What, people wondering which way the exits are?” he asks mildly. The baby squeals as he catches her fingers between his lips.
“Hardly. The two women standing behind me in line were practically ovulating just watching you with her,” she replies, sipping her drink nonchalantly.
“Huh,” he answers, “so what you’re saying is, you think I’ve got a chance?” He shakes his head, frowning at his daughter. “How about that, huh?”
“I don’t think you’d have to turn up the Scofield charm too high.”
“Too bad I’m taken,” he remarks. “Oh, well. I’ve got the two prettiest girls in the whole place with me already. I’ll just have to settle for that.” He drains his coffee and smiles, hazel eyes twinkling.
She just smiles back, not sure how to respond to the compliment after she’s been taking herself down several pegs on regular intervals since they left the apartment. “I guess Grace and I will keep you, then.”
He returns her smile knowingly and reaches for the carrier. “Come on, let’s walk through the park on the way home.”
As they meander through the landscaped pathways a few minutes later while the baby naps in her stroller, he pulls her close to his side and kisses her temple. “You okay?” he asks, and she nods, leaning her head against his shoulder.
“Good,” he replies. “God, it’s good to be home with you.”
THE END
By: Bella Lumina
Fandom/Pairing: Prison Break, Michael/Sara
Rating: PG
Canon: Up to and including “118: Bluff”
Disclaimer: Not mine, no profit gained.
Summary: Sometime in the distant future, Michael and Sara make a stop at their neighborhood coffee shop.
“I’ll have a grande Americano and … um … a tall decaf latte,” Sara stammers, pulling at her shirt sleeves. The friendly neighborhood coffee shop that she frequented for so long has finally been pushed out by a big chain, and the impatient looks on the faces of the workers make her feel like she’d better get her order right - or else.
The barista blinks and punches a couple of buttons on the cash register, sighing, “That’ll be six dollars and twenty-three cents.”
“Seriously?”
She gets little more than a raised eyebrow in response, so she fumbles in her purse and pulls out a couple of crumpled bills. “Thanks,” she mumbles as the worker dumps the change into her outstretched hand and points her toward some sort of staging area to wait for her drink.
Mrs. Contino would have died before charging that much for coffee, she ruminates as she crosses her arms self-consciously over her chest. Shifting from one foot to another, she tries to ignore the parade of stick-thin college girls bouncing in to get their morning iced this-or-that before heading off to class. She wants to scream, “Hey! Once I looked like you, too - only better!” but she knows that they would just smirk at her recently-enlarged waist and shake their heads.
The two other women waiting for coffee are obviously focused on other things, because instead of comparing themselves to the girls in the store, they’re marveling at a different kind of customer. “I can tell you this much, it’d be a cold day in hell before Sam would ever have tried to go anywhere alone with the baby when she was that little,” one notes, and the other makes an affirmative noise.
“Maybe he knows that she’s a chick magnet,” customer number two says with a smirk. “Not that he would really need help in that area.”
“No shit,” her friend chuckles. “If I didn’t already know what it was like being pregnant, he’d start my biological clock ticking.”
“Or other things ticking,” the second woman says, sending them both into a fit of giggles.
“Grande Americano and a decaf latte?” a worker in a bright baseball cap calls out, pulling Sara’s attention back to the task at hand.
“Thanks,” she says with a soft smile, already imagining how the two women will react when they see that she’s the one approaching his table. He’s with … her? How the hell did she managed to land him?
She sighs and squares her shoulders before striding confidently to their table. They’ve been through way too much together for her to start doubting their relationship because of two strangers in a ridiculously-overpriced coffee bar. Besides, at least when they realize that she’s the mother in this equation, her annoying stomach pudge will be a little more understandable.
Michael gives her a knowing look as she slides into the seat opposite him. “You survived?”
“I miss Contino’s,” she sighs, handing him his coffee.
“You and me both,” he agrees, shifting the baby against his chest and carefully sipping his coffee. “Had I known it wouldn’t be here when I got back, I would have stopped and grabbed a cup before I knocked over that bank.”
She rolls her eyes. “Drink your coffee, Clyde.”
He smirks and sets his cup down, rubbing the baby’s back as she begins to fuss softly. “Want me to take her?” she asks as she stretches her hands toward her daughter.
“She’s fine, she’s fine,” he replies, “it’s okay. Actually, I think Gracie just wanted me to fill you in on the conversation we were having while you were gone.”
She raises an eyebrow. “Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah. She’s pretty sure that I should quit my job so that she and I can hang out like this all the time. Also, she thinks that Northwestern shirt-thing you bought her is stupid, and she never wants to wear it again.”
“Is that so?”
He shrugs. “Hey, don’t kill the messenger, take it up with the kid.”
“She’s a smartass already … huh, wonder where she got that from?”
“Obviously she’s been watching too much television, it’s been a bad influence.”
“Oh, obviously.” The baby watches, fascinated, as he brings her up to eye level, letting her bat her chubby fingers against his nose and his mouth. “You’re the hit of the coffee place, you know that?”
“What, people wondering which way the exits are?” he asks mildly. The baby squeals as he catches her fingers between his lips.
“Hardly. The two women standing behind me in line were practically ovulating just watching you with her,” she replies, sipping her drink nonchalantly.
“Huh,” he answers, “so what you’re saying is, you think I’ve got a chance?” He shakes his head, frowning at his daughter. “How about that, huh?”
“I don’t think you’d have to turn up the Scofield charm too high.”
“Too bad I’m taken,” he remarks. “Oh, well. I’ve got the two prettiest girls in the whole place with me already. I’ll just have to settle for that.” He drains his coffee and smiles, hazel eyes twinkling.
She just smiles back, not sure how to respond to the compliment after she’s been taking herself down several pegs on regular intervals since they left the apartment. “I guess Grace and I will keep you, then.”
He returns her smile knowingly and reaches for the carrier. “Come on, let’s walk through the park on the way home.”
As they meander through the landscaped pathways a few minutes later while the baby naps in her stroller, he pulls her close to his side and kisses her temple. “You okay?” he asks, and she nods, leaning her head against his shoulder.
“Good,” he replies. “God, it’s good to be home with you.”
THE END