Pieces (part 4/?)
Title: Pieces (part 4)
Author: angel_1013
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Sara POV, Michael & others
Disclaimer: Many other people own Prison Break and its characters. I just borrow them.
Spoilers: End of season 1
Summary: Sequel to Regret from Sara’s POV. I highly suggest reading it first. It’s only 2 parts; you can do it.
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Evan and Katie take me out to lunch for my birthday. I’ve been back at Fox River for over two years now and for maybe the first time in my life I am happy.
I spend more time focused on the good things in my life than the bad things. My father and I have a strained relationship, but we seem to understand each other better. At least he understands me better.
After the cake is gone and we’re all pleasantly full, we fall into a friendly silence. The crowd around us is thinning as the lunch hour dwindles and I catch Evan staring at me. “What?” I ask him self-consciously.
He only smiles and shakes his head. He does that a lot when I ask him what he’s thinking. I get the feeling that he still has more than friendly feelings for me but he never says so. Usually I dismiss these moments but lately I’ve been thinking that maybe I do, too.
After the first and last time he confessed his feelings to me, he’s never brought it up again. Maybe he got over it. But I find myself paying more attention to him lately. Watching him as he works.
On the drive back to work, Katie sings along with the radio and we laugh at her because she uses every opportunity she can to torture us with her awful singing. As we get out of the car laughing, Evan surprises me with a big bouquet of daisies.
“Where did these come from?” I ask as we walk though the lot toward the prison. Katie’s laughing and they’re nudging each other conspiratorially.
Evan laughs, takes Katie’s offered arm as they skip ahead of me and he calls back, “Just say thank you, Sara!”
“Thank you,” I call out before bringing the flowers up to my face. I told them not to get me anything and for the last week they’ve both been teasing me that I would get something when I least expected it.
“Jerks,” I mutter under my breath with a smile. I used to hate flowers because they just died. They were fleeting.
But I find myself enjoying these daisies. Maybe because they were so unexpected. Maybe because they’re so bright and cheerful and I know they were given without any expectations attached. Unlike the flowers my father used to send every year with their cloud of disappointment hanging over them.
I remember last year when Evan and I saw a garden in passing and I said one brief comment about how pretty the daisies were. And he remembered.
The familiar sounds of the yard accompany me along the walkway toward the infirmary. I have become immune to the catcalls over the years, knowing that any reaction will only illicit more taunting.
Employees of a prison aren’t the only ones who gossip.
I hear some whistling and at least one voice yelling out to me, “Yo, doctor! Your boyfriend get you some flowers?”
Evan is waiting for me at the door, holding it open. But I make the mistake of looking over. Could be because of the good mood I’m in, or it could be that I sense something different that day. But when I look over, I see the inmate who yelled at me and he’s pointing and smirking along with his friends.
Pointing toward the separate yard for prisoners in solitary. Pointing toward Michael.
I haven’t seen him since that night two years ago. There’s really no need for me to see him. He doesn’t have diabetes. And ever since I criticized Pope for ignoring the abuse of a prisoner by his own C.O.s, he hasn’t been back to the infirmary. At least not when I’m there.
I know he gets an hour outside every day. But usually I avoid looking in the yard. I don’t know why today is different.
There he his, leaning against a stonewall. It’s a warm day outside and his shirt is sweat stained as if he’s been exercising. His face is freshly shaven and it looks as if he’s being better cared for now.
He doesn’t move when I look his way. Just stands there, eyes focused on me as I keep walking. I ignore the twinge in my stomach and look away.
Evan is still waiting for me, only he’s looking in Michael’s direction now. I must imagine it, but for a moment Evan has the most angry look on his face that I’ve ever seen. As quick as I think I see it, though, his smile is back and he’s waiting for me.
“After you, birthday girl,” he teases as I get closer.
I glance once more at Michael. His expression and stance hasn’t changed. Before I reach the door, though, he turns away from me and nods to the guard who’s shadowing him and goes inside.
A chorus of boos and various cries of “Come back, Scofield!” echo through the yard and I hurry inside to block out the sound.
Evan tries to continue our jovial mood from earlier by joking with me as we climb the stairs, but my mind is somewhere else now. I wonder what His days are like. Does He get visitors? Does He get lonely?
I realize that my thoughts are venturing into dangerous territory and I shake my head, bringing the flowers up to enjoy their sweet fragrance. “Thank you, Evan. They’re beautiful.”
He smiles easily and says, “Not as beautiful as you.”
I look up at him and realize that I might be falling in love with Dr. Evan Davis.
~TBC~
Author: angel_1013
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Sara POV, Michael & others
Disclaimer: Many other people own Prison Break and its characters. I just borrow them.
Spoilers: End of season 1
Summary: Sequel to Regret from Sara’s POV. I highly suggest reading it first. It’s only 2 parts; you can do it.
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Evan and Katie take me out to lunch for my birthday. I’ve been back at Fox River for over two years now and for maybe the first time in my life I am happy.
I spend more time focused on the good things in my life than the bad things. My father and I have a strained relationship, but we seem to understand each other better. At least he understands me better.
After the cake is gone and we’re all pleasantly full, we fall into a friendly silence. The crowd around us is thinning as the lunch hour dwindles and I catch Evan staring at me. “What?” I ask him self-consciously.
He only smiles and shakes his head. He does that a lot when I ask him what he’s thinking. I get the feeling that he still has more than friendly feelings for me but he never says so. Usually I dismiss these moments but lately I’ve been thinking that maybe I do, too.
After the first and last time he confessed his feelings to me, he’s never brought it up again. Maybe he got over it. But I find myself paying more attention to him lately. Watching him as he works.
On the drive back to work, Katie sings along with the radio and we laugh at her because she uses every opportunity she can to torture us with her awful singing. As we get out of the car laughing, Evan surprises me with a big bouquet of daisies.
“Where did these come from?” I ask as we walk though the lot toward the prison. Katie’s laughing and they’re nudging each other conspiratorially.
Evan laughs, takes Katie’s offered arm as they skip ahead of me and he calls back, “Just say thank you, Sara!”
“Thank you,” I call out before bringing the flowers up to my face. I told them not to get me anything and for the last week they’ve both been teasing me that I would get something when I least expected it.
“Jerks,” I mutter under my breath with a smile. I used to hate flowers because they just died. They were fleeting.
But I find myself enjoying these daisies. Maybe because they were so unexpected. Maybe because they’re so bright and cheerful and I know they were given without any expectations attached. Unlike the flowers my father used to send every year with their cloud of disappointment hanging over them.
I remember last year when Evan and I saw a garden in passing and I said one brief comment about how pretty the daisies were. And he remembered.
The familiar sounds of the yard accompany me along the walkway toward the infirmary. I have become immune to the catcalls over the years, knowing that any reaction will only illicit more taunting.
Employees of a prison aren’t the only ones who gossip.
I hear some whistling and at least one voice yelling out to me, “Yo, doctor! Your boyfriend get you some flowers?”
Evan is waiting for me at the door, holding it open. But I make the mistake of looking over. Could be because of the good mood I’m in, or it could be that I sense something different that day. But when I look over, I see the inmate who yelled at me and he’s pointing and smirking along with his friends.
Pointing toward the separate yard for prisoners in solitary. Pointing toward Michael.
I haven’t seen him since that night two years ago. There’s really no need for me to see him. He doesn’t have diabetes. And ever since I criticized Pope for ignoring the abuse of a prisoner by his own C.O.s, he hasn’t been back to the infirmary. At least not when I’m there.
I know he gets an hour outside every day. But usually I avoid looking in the yard. I don’t know why today is different.
There he his, leaning against a stonewall. It’s a warm day outside and his shirt is sweat stained as if he’s been exercising. His face is freshly shaven and it looks as if he’s being better cared for now.
He doesn’t move when I look his way. Just stands there, eyes focused on me as I keep walking. I ignore the twinge in my stomach and look away.
Evan is still waiting for me, only he’s looking in Michael’s direction now. I must imagine it, but for a moment Evan has the most angry look on his face that I’ve ever seen. As quick as I think I see it, though, his smile is back and he’s waiting for me.
“After you, birthday girl,” he teases as I get closer.
I glance once more at Michael. His expression and stance hasn’t changed. Before I reach the door, though, he turns away from me and nods to the guard who’s shadowing him and goes inside.
A chorus of boos and various cries of “Come back, Scofield!” echo through the yard and I hurry inside to block out the sound.
Evan tries to continue our jovial mood from earlier by joking with me as we climb the stairs, but my mind is somewhere else now. I wonder what His days are like. Does He get visitors? Does He get lonely?
I realize that my thoughts are venturing into dangerous territory and I shake my head, bringing the flowers up to enjoy their sweet fragrance. “Thank you, Evan. They’re beautiful.”
He smiles easily and says, “Not as beautiful as you.”
I look up at him and realize that I might be falling in love with Dr. Evan Davis.
~TBC~