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tranquilty, ocean, and sauage were the words 
koalathebear gave me for her random scribble challange. What follow the cut is neither random or a scribble. Its part of a larger story i'm working on. This is just a scene from a story called In A Second. (at least i think it is) It's going to be a sara/michael pairing from the fandom of prison break. What follows is un-beta'ed but i wanted to get it out:) beside im bound to change something
Title: Alone
Fandom: Prison Break
Pairing: Sara/Michael
Words: 976
Comment: This scene is from a larger story called In a Second.
She sat alone on the beach. The sand was cool and the night air was warm. It was a simple contrast not lost on Sara. The crashing of the waves was the only sound she heard. Sara blocked out the occasional horn from the street not even two hundred feet away from her. The sand tickled the bottom of her feet as she moved her toes back and forth in the sand.
To her right, twinkled the stars. It looked like the isolated part of the world. No lights were visible. Just darkness and stars that shined down from heaven on her.
To her left, shimmered the bright lights that sea turtles feared on the darkest of nights. The lights that made them lose their way, just as Sara had lost her way. The stars were not visible to her left. They lost their sparkle in a sea of a million lights. She could have counted hotel after hotel of lights, but they didn't interest her.
The view in front of her captured her attention like no other at the moment. She lost herself in the pretty view, as lost as the sea turtles out in the ocean. She sat in the darkness on the cool sand and watched the light show in front of her. The light show put on by mother nature herself.
The moon was nowhere in sight. Hidden by clouds she imagined because it had been huge the night before.
Over the ocean way off in the distance, the sky would open up in a flash of lighting every few seconds. She silently sat and watched the light show in the cool sand. Hidden in the darkness, the clouds would twist and turn until their form was no longer recognizable. Then another lighting bolt would show the new shape the clouds had managed to form in the few precious seconds it had between lighting strikes.
It was a dance she couldn’t escape. She was captive and memorized by the flashes of light. And as peaceful as the night air was, tranquility eluded her. Sleep eluded her. Michael eluded her.
If only she could turn off her emotions and achieve the peace she longed for. But it refused to come tonight. Just as the lighting raged a war against the clouds, her emotions had waged a war against her.
The emotions rolled over her like waves in the ocean. The hatred she felt for him, misplaced as it may be. The anger boiled just under the surface ready to explode at any second. She couldn't stop them and she wanted to stop these hurtful emotions. These dark feeling came from the deepest darkest part of her soul. The part she didn't even want to peak at.
She wanted to let go but she couldn't. Hatred, anger and resentment were her friends. They were all that stood between her and the emptiness she was so afraid to feel. The void she went to when used her drugs. She went to that place the night she helped Michael escape. Michael with his hypnotic blue eyes that spoke to her soul. She couldn't entertain the idea he could help fill the void. It was no longer a possibility. It stopped being a possibility in a second. In the second they escaped. Michael and Lincoln was one thing but the others were not something she could forgive.
Escape was a word she hated nowadays because she was trapped. With all those feeling raging inside her, trapped was a bad place to be.
She closed her eyes and let her sense of smell take over. The air smelled of salt and a little like dead fish. But there was another smell she couldn't quite place. One thing she knew it was distinctively male.
"How long have you been there Michael?" she asked as she opened her eyes.
"Not long," he replied as he inched closer until he was right beside her on her right. Of course, he sat where the stars twinkled for her.
"Still silent on your feet." He always would be. It was something Sara just knew, like the sun always rising to the east.
"How did you know it was me?"
"You smell." A simple question begot a simple answer.
"Linc came back with some beer. And some of those vienna sausages you love so much."
"I do not..." she replied, but she didn't hate them. "I was hungry that day." She knew that he wouldn't let her forgot her early foray with the tiny sausages but they had been on the run of twenty hours before she got anything to eat. And it had been vienna sausages of all things.
"Surree….," he replied with a slight chuckle. His laughter was a balm to her anger. She could feel it slowly melt away into the darkness. It was funny that the source of all that anger could also just take it away.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw his body start to relax. In return, her guarded posture became a little more subdue. She let down her defenses down. She started to relax and then…..
"Sara....." It was the tone of voice he used. He was about to explain and she just couldn't take it.
And suddenly, the anger was back in place Back where she needed it to be in order to be strong or so she thought. "Don't Michael. Just don't."
And the magic of the night was gone. The lighting forgotten. The sausages were not even a thought. Just anger and hatred direct at Michael because it was better than the alternative, being angry at herself.
And then she was gone as quietly as he had come leaving him alone to ponder the light show she had just witnessed in the darkness with the cool sand at his feet.
koalathebear gave me for her random scribble challange. What follow the cut is neither random or a scribble. Its part of a larger story i'm working on. This is just a scene from a story called In A Second. (at least i think it is) It's going to be a sara/michael pairing from the fandom of prison break. What follows is un-beta'ed but i wanted to get it out:) beside im bound to change something
Title: Alone
Fandom: Prison Break
Pairing: Sara/Michael
Words: 976
Comment: This scene is from a larger story called In a Second.
She sat alone on the beach. The sand was cool and the night air was warm. It was a simple contrast not lost on Sara. The crashing of the waves was the only sound she heard. Sara blocked out the occasional horn from the street not even two hundred feet away from her. The sand tickled the bottom of her feet as she moved her toes back and forth in the sand.
To her right, twinkled the stars. It looked like the isolated part of the world. No lights were visible. Just darkness and stars that shined down from heaven on her.
To her left, shimmered the bright lights that sea turtles feared on the darkest of nights. The lights that made them lose their way, just as Sara had lost her way. The stars were not visible to her left. They lost their sparkle in a sea of a million lights. She could have counted hotel after hotel of lights, but they didn't interest her.
The view in front of her captured her attention like no other at the moment. She lost herself in the pretty view, as lost as the sea turtles out in the ocean. She sat in the darkness on the cool sand and watched the light show in front of her. The light show put on by mother nature herself.
The moon was nowhere in sight. Hidden by clouds she imagined because it had been huge the night before.
Over the ocean way off in the distance, the sky would open up in a flash of lighting every few seconds. She silently sat and watched the light show in the cool sand. Hidden in the darkness, the clouds would twist and turn until their form was no longer recognizable. Then another lighting bolt would show the new shape the clouds had managed to form in the few precious seconds it had between lighting strikes.
It was a dance she couldn’t escape. She was captive and memorized by the flashes of light. And as peaceful as the night air was, tranquility eluded her. Sleep eluded her. Michael eluded her.
If only she could turn off her emotions and achieve the peace she longed for. But it refused to come tonight. Just as the lighting raged a war against the clouds, her emotions had waged a war against her.
The emotions rolled over her like waves in the ocean. The hatred she felt for him, misplaced as it may be. The anger boiled just under the surface ready to explode at any second. She couldn't stop them and she wanted to stop these hurtful emotions. These dark feeling came from the deepest darkest part of her soul. The part she didn't even want to peak at.
She wanted to let go but she couldn't. Hatred, anger and resentment were her friends. They were all that stood between her and the emptiness she was so afraid to feel. The void she went to when used her drugs. She went to that place the night she helped Michael escape. Michael with his hypnotic blue eyes that spoke to her soul. She couldn't entertain the idea he could help fill the void. It was no longer a possibility. It stopped being a possibility in a second. In the second they escaped. Michael and Lincoln was one thing but the others were not something she could forgive.
Escape was a word she hated nowadays because she was trapped. With all those feeling raging inside her, trapped was a bad place to be.
She closed her eyes and let her sense of smell take over. The air smelled of salt and a little like dead fish. But there was another smell she couldn't quite place. One thing she knew it was distinctively male.
"How long have you been there Michael?" she asked as she opened her eyes.
"Not long," he replied as he inched closer until he was right beside her on her right. Of course, he sat where the stars twinkled for her.
"Still silent on your feet." He always would be. It was something Sara just knew, like the sun always rising to the east.
"How did you know it was me?"
"You smell." A simple question begot a simple answer.
"Linc came back with some beer. And some of those vienna sausages you love so much."
"I do not..." she replied, but she didn't hate them. "I was hungry that day." She knew that he wouldn't let her forgot her early foray with the tiny sausages but they had been on the run of twenty hours before she got anything to eat. And it had been vienna sausages of all things.
"Surree….," he replied with a slight chuckle. His laughter was a balm to her anger. She could feel it slowly melt away into the darkness. It was funny that the source of all that anger could also just take it away.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw his body start to relax. In return, her guarded posture became a little more subdue. She let down her defenses down. She started to relax and then…..
"Sara....." It was the tone of voice he used. He was about to explain and she just couldn't take it.
And suddenly, the anger was back in place Back where she needed it to be in order to be strong or so she thought. "Don't Michael. Just don't."
And the magic of the night was gone. The lighting forgotten. The sausages were not even a thought. Just anger and hatred direct at Michael because it was better than the alternative, being angry at herself.
And then she was gone as quietly as he had come leaving him alone to ponder the light show she had just witnessed in the darkness with the cool sand at his feet.