Prison Break fic: Forgotten Lies (1/?)
Title: Forgotten Lies (1/?)
Author: Miss Court-A-Doo
Characters: Michael/Sara, Sucre, Abruzzi (others randomly)
Rating: PG-13 for series
Genre: angst, drama, romance
Length: 916 words for the chapter, unknown chapters for the series
Summary: Michael, Lincoln and the others have escaped Fox River, and it affects Sara in more ways than one.
Warning: Post Escape, spoilers through 1x20 “Tonight”
Disclaimer: I don’t own Michael, Sara or anything pertaining to Prison Break, they belong to the amazing people working at FOX. I simply own the plot, and that’s nothing special.
Author's Note: Many asked if I would be continuing my first fic, but I really wasn't planning on it. As for this one, I most definitely am. This chapter is shorter than I wanted it to be, but my mind is simply dead from work today. I'm not EXACTLY sure where this fic is going, but I have a good idea. I don't know when I'll post the next chapter, but let me know what you think of this one first!
CHAPTER ONE: Imperfect Goodbyes
Sweat was beading down Michael’s temple. The air was thick, and it was getting harder the breath as he raced down the halls. His heart was thumping hard against the inside of his chest, his senses were all on alert, and he was all too aware of what was going on around him.
So far, everything was going according to planned. The Pope had surprisingly cooperated without a fuss and taken him to Lincoln, where he was unguarded. It was in Lincoln’s cell that the warden now sat tied, gagged and unconscious. It was miracle enough that each man had made it to the meeting point unseen, and none of them were yet missing from the holding cells in GenPop yet. Everything was going smoothly. Now he just needed one more miracle - an open door.
It ate at Michael night and day, knowing that he had used Sara like he had. No matter what she believed, everything he had told her was true. Somehow, everything had changed, and he wanted to be there, in that room, with her. He had originally kissed her to distract her, yes. But also, selfishly, he wanted to know the feel of her lips, the taste of her kiss, especially if he was to be a wanted man the rest of his life.
So he told her the truth, gave his confession, begged for her help. And he was depending on her feelings for him, regardless of just being betrayed, so that he could save his innocent brother from a framed murder.
Michael slowed his running as he turned the corner to see his men gathered by the infirmary door. Michael held his breath as Sucre suddenly spoke.
“Toss me the keys, man.” he whispered.
“I don’t have the keys.” Michael said firmly, taking a step forward.
“No... no keys? Man, the door is locked!”
Michael’s heart dropped. He rushed to the door, jiggled the handle and twisted furiously, but the door stayed stubbornly closed. He took a step back and rand a hand through his hair. Lincoln placed a hand on his brother’s shoulder, but Michael only shook his head.
This was it, the end of the line. He thought he could have depended on Sara, that she would care enough about him, about Lincoln, to grant his request and ‘make a mistake.’ But obviously it was too much to ask. Now he had brought down each of his friends with him. Lincoln would die, and the rest of them would rot in the walls of Fox River. His entire plan had gone to waste.
“Michael!”
Each man cursed and ran to hide at the sound of the voice in the hall. Relief flooded Michael as Sara rushed around the corner with keys in hand and quickly unlocked the door. Holding it open, she let out a deep breath and looked up to meet Michael’s eyes.
“Go.” Michael said firmly, and each man took off running into the medical room.
“Don’t look at me like that, Michael. I didn’t do it for you.” she said in a calm, steady voice. “I did it for your brother.”
Michael surprised himself by taking a step forward and pulling her into his arms, holding her close for just a moment. The last moment they would ever have.
“I know,” he whispered into her hair. “Thank you, Sara.”
She nodded against him, and he felt her pull him closer. For just a second, he relished that warmth, the strength she exuded, because he knew he would need it. He knew that he needed her, but the way she was now holding him, he knew she needed him just as much. It caused a spark of hope within him and he pulled back to look into her eyes.
“Go, they’re waiting for you.” she whispered, still holding onto him tightly. Then without hesitation, he leaned forward and kissed her.
She responded fervently, even more so than when he had first kissed her. He held body close, hoping in some way she would understand what he so desperately wanted to say. That he cared for her, that he was sorry, that he wanted nothing more than to save her from the deprivation of Fox River. But a kiss was all he had to give, and she would have to take it however she would.
Suddenly, she gasped and fell to the floor. Michael opened his eyes to see Abruzzi, who had knocked her out with the butt of his gun. “Let’s go, Fish.” he whispered fiercely.
Michael glared the man down till he walked on to the room, leaving him alone with Sara. He bent down to examine her for a moment, and found a small bruise on the back of her head; it wouldn’t cause any lasting damage. With a loud sigh, he brushed the stray strands of hair from her face and stood to leave. “I’m sorry, Sara.”
TBC...
Author: Miss Court-A-Doo
Characters: Michael/Sara, Sucre, Abruzzi (others randomly)
Rating: PG-13 for series
Genre: angst, drama, romance
Length: 916 words for the chapter, unknown chapters for the series
Summary: Michael, Lincoln and the others have escaped Fox River, and it affects Sara in more ways than one.
Warning: Post Escape, spoilers through 1x20 “Tonight”
Disclaimer: I don’t own Michael, Sara or anything pertaining to Prison Break, they belong to the amazing people working at FOX. I simply own the plot, and that’s nothing special.
Author's Note: Many asked if I would be continuing my first fic, but I really wasn't planning on it. As for this one, I most definitely am. This chapter is shorter than I wanted it to be, but my mind is simply dead from work today. I'm not EXACTLY sure where this fic is going, but I have a good idea. I don't know when I'll post the next chapter, but let me know what you think of this one first!
CHAPTER ONE: Imperfect Goodbyes
Sweat was beading down Michael’s temple. The air was thick, and it was getting harder the breath as he raced down the halls. His heart was thumping hard against the inside of his chest, his senses were all on alert, and he was all too aware of what was going on around him.
So far, everything was going according to planned. The Pope had surprisingly cooperated without a fuss and taken him to Lincoln, where he was unguarded. It was in Lincoln’s cell that the warden now sat tied, gagged and unconscious. It was miracle enough that each man had made it to the meeting point unseen, and none of them were yet missing from the holding cells in GenPop yet. Everything was going smoothly. Now he just needed one more miracle - an open door.
It ate at Michael night and day, knowing that he had used Sara like he had. No matter what she believed, everything he had told her was true. Somehow, everything had changed, and he wanted to be there, in that room, with her. He had originally kissed her to distract her, yes. But also, selfishly, he wanted to know the feel of her lips, the taste of her kiss, especially if he was to be a wanted man the rest of his life.
So he told her the truth, gave his confession, begged for her help. And he was depending on her feelings for him, regardless of just being betrayed, so that he could save his innocent brother from a framed murder.
Michael slowed his running as he turned the corner to see his men gathered by the infirmary door. Michael held his breath as Sucre suddenly spoke.
“Toss me the keys, man.” he whispered.
“I don’t have the keys.” Michael said firmly, taking a step forward.
“No... no keys? Man, the door is locked!”
Michael’s heart dropped. He rushed to the door, jiggled the handle and twisted furiously, but the door stayed stubbornly closed. He took a step back and rand a hand through his hair. Lincoln placed a hand on his brother’s shoulder, but Michael only shook his head.
This was it, the end of the line. He thought he could have depended on Sara, that she would care enough about him, about Lincoln, to grant his request and ‘make a mistake.’ But obviously it was too much to ask. Now he had brought down each of his friends with him. Lincoln would die, and the rest of them would rot in the walls of Fox River. His entire plan had gone to waste.
“Michael!”
Each man cursed and ran to hide at the sound of the voice in the hall. Relief flooded Michael as Sara rushed around the corner with keys in hand and quickly unlocked the door. Holding it open, she let out a deep breath and looked up to meet Michael’s eyes.
“Go.” Michael said firmly, and each man took off running into the medical room.
“Don’t look at me like that, Michael. I didn’t do it for you.” she said in a calm, steady voice. “I did it for your brother.”
Michael surprised himself by taking a step forward and pulling her into his arms, holding her close for just a moment. The last moment they would ever have.
“I know,” he whispered into her hair. “Thank you, Sara.”
She nodded against him, and he felt her pull him closer. For just a second, he relished that warmth, the strength she exuded, because he knew he would need it. He knew that he needed her, but the way she was now holding him, he knew she needed him just as much. It caused a spark of hope within him and he pulled back to look into her eyes.
“Go, they’re waiting for you.” she whispered, still holding onto him tightly. Then without hesitation, he leaned forward and kissed her.
She responded fervently, even more so than when he had first kissed her. He held body close, hoping in some way she would understand what he so desperately wanted to say. That he cared for her, that he was sorry, that he wanted nothing more than to save her from the deprivation of Fox River. But a kiss was all he had to give, and she would have to take it however she would.
Suddenly, she gasped and fell to the floor. Michael opened his eyes to see Abruzzi, who had knocked her out with the butt of his gun. “Let’s go, Fish.” he whispered fiercely.
Michael glared the man down till he walked on to the room, leaving him alone with Sara. He bent down to examine her for a moment, and found a small bruise on the back of her head; it wouldn’t cause any lasting damage. With a loud sigh, he brushed the stray strands of hair from her face and stood to leave. “I’m sorry, Sara.”
TBC...