Fic: Interference 2/?

[leikvin]

Author: leikvin
Category: AU
Characters: Michael Scofield, Sara Tancredi, Lincoln Burrows, Veronica Donovan, Nika Volek, Nurse Katie, Charles Westmoreland, Paul Kellerman, Frank Tancredi
Genres: Romance, drama, angst
Pairing: Michael/Sara
Warnings: Work in progress
Word count: 6281
Summary: Michael is in the airport on his way to Colorado on a business trip. A business trip he's not too happy about. When he gets into a sticky situation in the departure lounge, he's rescued by Sara, and the two are immediately attracted to each other. But things get complicated once they arrive at the destination. Will they have a chance?

Note: Second chapter is up. Once again THANKS to my two lovely beta's, Jen and Elke. You guys are amazing!! :)
This one is Sara's POV. Enjoy!

"Aw thanks, that's so kind of you," she had murmured shyly, as an attractive man about her age got up and offered her his seat. After having searched for a place to sit for about half an hour already, she was profoundly grateful to sit down and relax, finally.

She'd been stressed out all afternoon, worried that she would miss her flight. The staggering amounts of snow had created the usual traffic chaos in Chicago and it had been impossible hailing a cab. As humiliating as it was, she finally had been forced to call her father's office for help.

She hated that.

Hated everything related to his office and his post as governor, and she usually made a point of never taking advantage of the fringe benefits related to his job. But since it seemed like the weather and the ensuing traffic jam had joined forces against her this particular day, she had finally surrendered to make the agonizing call.

Her father's office had sent a limousine to pick her up immediately and she had to admit to herself that she had never been so relieved to see that limo as today. The driver had told her to calm down; it appeared that all flights had been delayed because of the snowstorm, so they had plenty of time.

He was right. When she arrived at the airport, she hastily checked out the electronic board for departing flights, which informed her that all planes were delayed for at least three hours. A relieved sigh slipped from her lips as she realized she would indeed make it out of Chicago and she quickly checked her luggage, passing through security surprisingly fast.

But finding a seat in the terminal turned out to be an unusually daunting challenge, so after about 30 minutes she was truly grateful when the young man apparently took pity on her and let her have his seat.

Hmm....good to see that the species of Gentlemenus Americanus is not entirely extinct, she silently told herself, as she slipped into the warm seat.

And whoa....this one is even good-looking, she noticed, as she let her eyes roam over the tall, slender figure hastily packing up his laptop in his attaché case.

As he leaned down and picked up his newspaper from the floor, his boarding pass slipped out of his pocket. Before he even noticed it himself, Sara quickly scooped up the pass and handed it over.

"Um...you dropped your boarding pass. Here you are Mr......Scofield," she offered, not being able to resist checking out his name.

"Ah, thanks. I better hold on to that," he replied with an impish grin as he slid the pass down into his case. Their fingers accidentally touched during the exchange and a small electrical shock jolted through her body; a shock she wasn't familiar with but which she liked nonetheless.

She caught a quick glimpse of his eyes, immediately feeling drawn into those intense, deep blue pools, which almost made her heart skip a beat.

"Thanks again for the seat. You're a true gentleman," she had said softly, mesmerized. But the man had already turned away and strolled towards another gate, not hearing her last comment.

He seemed to embody the 'tall, dark and handsome' ideal of a man, and even though she usually loathed the suit-wearing type, which reminded her all too much of her father and his cronies, she had to admit that this man looked sinfully good in a suit. It fit him perfectly, revealing his well-shaped masculine body with broad shoulders, slim waist, and lean thighs--not to mention his nice firm butt--which almost asked to be grabbed and pinched.

A few flashes suddenly popped into her head, picturing them standing together, face to face, her own hands reaching behind him and roaming over those well shaped naked buttocks, feeling the well-trained, muscular gluteus maximus underneath. In her fantasy her hands trailed up his back and drew around his shoulders, caressing his chest, appreciating the taut hard-body beneath her fingers while letting herself drown in a pair of steel blue mesmerizing eyes. The fantasy instantly made her flush and stirred something deep inside her, which had been neglected for a long time.

Jeez Sara.....you're pathetic. Sitting here drooling over some stranger!

Here she was. 29 years old. Depressingly single, without one date during the last 2 years. She hadn't even been close to one. Not that she hadn't had opportunities. She'd had plenty of offers. But ever since her teenage years she'd had a predilection for the wrong kind of men - the bad ones, as her friend Katie said. And so far these guys had done nothing but get her into trouble.

So when two years ago she started her 'new life', she had voluntarily taken a vow of celibacy and promised herself not to be bewitched by another alpha male again. She needed to get her life back on track, without the distraction of a man who typically wanted something from her, whether it was her body, drugs, or just the benefits stemming from her name. She had come to the conclusion that since she was such a lousy judge of character, she might as well play it safe for a while.

Her self-imposed celibacy had proven surprisingly easy. Actually she loved the independence and freedom her vow had brought, and it was exceedingly liberating to say whatever came to mind without worrying about being more clever than the men around her, thereby scaring them off....

So after two years of barren sexual winter she was actually surprised to feel the carnal instincts springing to life again, without warning. She couldn't believe she was sitting here in the airport lusting over some unknown man, who just happened to be nice to her. She was quite pathetic.

Get a grip! she silently scolded herself, as she forced her attention to the medical journal she had plucked out of her crammed handbag. Figuring that her indecent thoughts had to be some weird rebound effect from her panicky getaway earlier this afternoon, she leaned back and started reading an utterly boring article titled The effects of valproat compared to lithium on acute manic episodes in bipolar disorder.

Ten minutes later she gave up. Still feeling the high adrenaline levels in her blood after the mortifying limo trip, mixed in with the weird distraction of encountering perfectly shaped buttocks, she realized that she felt too manic herself to be able to focus on a boring medical journal article. Why read about the symptoms of mania when she was experiencing them herself?

She was actually surprised that she had felt so panicked this afternoon. She wouldn't usually consider the possibility of missing a plane back to Denver so disastrous, but the thought of spending another night in Chicago had repulsed her tremendously.

She was so relieved to be heading home; actually quite happy that her Chicago trip had been shortened by three days. She thought that by now it would have been easier returning to her old life in the windy city, but every time she visited her father and her old friends, the melancholic memories seemed to catch up with her making her once again regret the trip. This was no exception. Her dark thoughts brought her back to the events since landing in Chicago.

The initial few days of her visit were good. Her father seemed happy to see her, and for once he'd actually asked her a little about her 'new life'. Not much - actually just a few questions. But it was enough to make her feel, that he after all maybe cared a little.

Even though she had lived in Fox Creek for two years, he still hadn't found the time to come visit her. Not that it surprised her. It had been like that for as long as she could remember. His political career, and now his burdensome tasks as the Governor of Illinois, had made him a very distant figure in her life. In some ways she had come to terms with his neglect, but it still hurt a bit every time he cancelled another appointment with her because something more important came up.

After having spent a few days with friends, Sara and her father planned to have a birthday dinner together. Just the two of them at her favourite restaurant to celebrate her 29th birthday.

They had agreed to meet at «The Mamma Rosa». As usual Sara arrived a few minutes late, and hurried into the restaurant, asking the maître d’ for the Tancredi table.

«Miss Tancredi?» he asked. «I'm afraid I have a message for you.»

Her heart dropped instantly; she knew what he was about to say. Not again!

«Governor Tancredi's secretary called a few minutes ago. She asked us to inform you that the governor unfortunately was forced to leave town this afternoon due to an emergency meeting in Washington D.C. He won't be back until the day after tomorrow.»

It felt like a slap in her face.

«And she asked me to tell you that the governor was very sorry, and that he will make it up to you the next time you're in town, Miss Tancredi.»

Trying to find a facial expression which didn't reveal her disappointment, she simply nodded. It was all about appearances in her family.

It wasn't just the cancellation itself that hurt so much; it was that fact that once again he didn't even have the decency to pick up the phone to call her himself.

«OK. Thanks for telling me,» she told the maître d, trying to sound unaffected, but feeling tears starting to fill her eyes.

She quickly left the restaurant and was grateful she managed to get a cab straight away. But sitting in the cab on her way back to her father's house, a long line of the bad memories marched through her mind and she soon found herself weeping like a little schoolgirl.

Birthday parties without her dad....... Images of him and her beside her mother's grave...... Graduation day from med school, feeling the shame of being the only one without a family member present....... Rough years during her internship...... Long night shifts..... Morphine to get through the night..... Addiction.... Bad company...... Another funeral...... Breakdown.....

The thoughts came over her like a huge wave, crashing her back to the feeling of despair and hopelessness that had driven her away from Chicago two years ago. For two years she had almost managed to keep this breakdown out of her mind, blocking it out completely, sometimes almost as if it never happened.

But now, sitting in the cab, tears were streaming down her cheeks again. She had fled away from it all and had managed to start a new life away from the stress, the drugs, and her father's disapproving glare.

Before the cab returned to her father's house, she arrived at a decision. She had to shorten her stay in Chicago. She had to get away from here. She needed to get back to Colorado...back to her refuge and safe haven. Away from the bad memories....she had to make her past fade away again...

Sara's attention shifted back to present time. Back to the airport and the crowded gate. But despite the chaos, and the uncertainty about when her plane would depart, she now felt better. Relieved. Happy to be leaving all the bad memories behind and to jump back on track once again. She decided to give the manic episodes another try...

~*~

An hour passed by, and she actually managed to get through the article learning that lithium indeed had a superior effect at reducing the manic episodes, as compared to valproat. Considering her recent emotional upheaval, she wondered if she should prescribe herself some lithium.

When she finished and looked up, she noticed that Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Handsome had returned. He was now seated a few rows away from her, reading his newspaper thoroughly, looking slightly restless.

From her position she had a perfect view of his profile and once again she couldn't help admiring his beautiful appearance. Since this time she could observe him from a distance without his knowledge, she gave in to the temptation of checking him out more thoroughly.

The man was clean-shaven with strong classical features, sporting a crew-cut hair style. He had the most perfectly tennis-ball-shaped head she'd ever seen and his skin was smooth and perfect. She noticed a single mole on his left temple. But other than that she would have described his skin to be spotless.

He was tall, about 6'1". Broad shoulders. Lean and athletic, maybe a swimmer?

Michael Scofield, she remembered from the boarding card.
Nice name...suits him well. Wonder what such a man does for living?
Armani suit....gotta make a good salary....Maybe an attorney? Or an accountant? Doctor? Hmm... no, she probably would have recognized a colleague...

He radiated a certain amount of confidence and she felt quite sure that he was good at what he did.

A politician? No.

He definitely had the looks and the charisma for politics, but somehow he seemed a bit too shy... and maybe a bit too genuine as well? Knowing the inside of the political circus all too well, she couldn't make him fit there either.

But maybe the suit was a cover up--some kind of camouflage? Maybe a secret agent? Sara smiled at her own rather silly thoughts.

He could be some kind of workman or craftsman.

Her eyes trailed down to his hands, noticing the long, graceful, slender fingers; showing no sign of hard work.

No, those hands were too well-cared-for. Maybe some kind of artist? Hmm...

He did seem almost artistically graceful, but the suit didn't fit the profile of a bohemian artist. No he had to be some kind of businessman.

Sara's eyes were drawn back to the hands again.

She silently swallowed. He was holding a pen between his fingertips, slowly playing with it. Moving the index finger slowly up and down along the pen. She was completely entranced by these fingers, her mouth dropping slightly open.

Wow...wonder what he could do with those fingers?

Her mind was going straight to the gutter again, but this time she didn't try to stop herself. On the contrary she found pleasure in dwelling on the forbidden thoughts. Relishing the long lost excitement he somehow awoke in her, she let herself linger on the fantasy. She found the thought of having an intimate moment with this Adonis surprisingly appealing and she would have loved exploring the man’s body thoroughly. Not only admiring all his glory from a distance, but touching him, feeling him......

She silently suppressed a deep sigh, blushing at the same time.

The primordial urge to touch the man was overwhelming and she imagined cupping his head with her hands, letting her light touch follow the curvature forward along the crown of his skull and angling down to his forehead. She envisaged her fingers lingering a moment on his skin, appreciatively exploring the mole on his temple. She would brush over his forehead and his cheeks with her fingertips, ending up at his lips.

Ahh...those lips. Full and perfectly sculptured. She could actually detect the softness and sensitivity they possessed. She imagined exploring them, letting her index finger slide along his upper lip -full and soft - moving down to his lower lip, urging him to open his mouth. She imagined him gently biting her finger, teasing her and letting his tongue sweep over her fingertip. Something stirred deep within her and shivers travelled up her spine just thinking about how she would lean in and nip that bottom lip with her own, licking and teasing it, tasting him and finally taking his mouth in possession of her own.

Whoa Sara, she silently told herself. ....Seems like Katie is right. You really do need to get laid!

She was so surprised by her reaction towards him. It had been a long time since a man had produced such an effect on her. Actually she couldn't remember ever being so instantly attracted to anybody like this.

But it seemed like she wasn't the only one interested in the Adonis. An elderly woman seated next to him had pulled out a photo album, enthusiastically showing him the pictures.

Sara could hear fragments of what appeared to be an impressive monologue from the chatty woman, with a detailed description of her first grandchild's outstanding qualities, including claims that she was the most beautiful child anyone had ever seen. Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Handsome was very polite and silently listened to the grandmother’s extremely biased glorification of the infant prodigy. The lady was cornering the poor guy completely, not leaving him a chance to cut her off.

Sara actually found the situation rather amusing, and couldn't help but wonder how long it would take before Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Handsome had endured enough.

After 5 minutes Sara was impressed. This man really had patience.

When another 5 minutes had passed, she started feeling sorry for him. This garrulous grandmother was relentless. Sara knew he would have to cut her off quite rudely to make her stop and it was obvious that he didn't have the heart to do it...yet...

Another 5 minutes passed and the signs were obvious now. The 'meltdown' was approaching quickly and a blow-off seemed inevitable.

But suddenly Sara had an idea and before she had time to think it through, she popped up off her seat and set out on a rescue mission.

With a few long, quick strides she «incidentally» approached the couple.

"Michael, is that really you?! God, it's so good to see you!!"

She was trying to appear as though she only just spotted him, and she was surprised by her own impulsiveness. The man was completely bewildered by her interference and obviously didn't know how to respond.

Afraid he would ruin the rescue mission before it had even begun, Sara carried on, completely acting on an impulse;

"Well, don't just sit there. Get up and give me a hug!" she demanded, shocked by the boldness in her own voice.

And before either of them really realized what was happening, she pulled him up and embraced him with her long slender arms.

tbc........
Chapter End Notes:

I know..... Not much action in this chapter either, but we needed to get some background story on Sara too. But I really enjoyed writing this chappie. For some reason it was very easy to get into Saras mind when studying Mr. Scofield ...;)  Guess it's time for some MiSa flirting now....?!? Yes...??

But peeps; I need some feedback. Pleeaase leave me review and tell me if I should keep going with this??