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| Entry tags: | fanfic, the little things |
The little things.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Prison Break or Wentworth Miller…Sad but true.
Rating: PG-16
Summary: Michael had learnt time ago that the pain was always more insupportable and devastating when it was Sara Tancredi`s pain.
Rating: PG-16
Summary: Michael had learnt time ago that the pain was always more insupportable and devastating when it was Sara Tancredi`s pain.
Dedicated to Chloe, who makes this possible.
I feel lucky of have known you.
Spoilers until 2x16, after that, just my sick imagination.
Title: The little things.
Chapter title: The deal. (VII)
By Lylou
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-“…I need you to do something for me…”
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Sara looked at that man who was holding her wrist wide awake through the darkness of the room, trying to not let him know how scared she was, but wondering for the very first time, how have all of them become to this.
She looked again to Michael cuffed to the headrest and with bloodstains on his T-shirt.
And she understood how bad their situation was, when Sara saw that guilty look in Michael’s face, like as if he thought that he doesn`t even deserve the air that he was breathing, like if he was sure that he had failed her, loud and painfully.
Again.
Sara tried to think fast, but the only coherent thought that seems to be in her mind suddenly, was that just four months ago, her life was lonely but relatively safe.
Four months ago the only real danger in her life was Michael sitting half-naked in her infirmary, looking at her with his blue and greenish liquid eyes, burning her slow but deeply, and making her wonder how she would be able to wake up everyday knowing that Michael Scofield was in love with her.
Now she knew that, and it wasn’t really a hard decision to make for her.
Because four months ago Sara didn’t know how her name sounded when Michael Scofield was moaning it into her hear.
And now that was one of the very few things that she could remember clearly: his voice, like an invisible tattoo in her skin… It was almost funny.
Kellerman’s cold voice near her took her from her thoughts:
-“…She isn’t useful.”
Then Sara felt that mans grip tightening around her wrist painfully, and a small complain escaped unintentionally from her mouth.
Kellerman looked at her direction less than a second fraction and next looked again to the man that was holding her, but he didn`t release the pressure around her wrist, he just looked at Kellerman and spoke bleakly and commanding:
-“… I`ll decide what is “useful” and what it isn`t.”
And when Sara saw that sinister and urge bright in his eyes, and heard the tone of that “useful” in that man’s voice close to her, she understood painfully what it was all that about and what was going to happen next.
She felt a mix of fear and rage when she felt how he pushed her back against the wall and suddenly all the air in that room wasn`t enough for her.
Sara felt an acute pain in the nape, where she had hit it against the cold wall, but this time, she didn`t complain.
Sadly in the last months, she had learnt too well to handle her own pain, better than she always had handled others pain.
From where she was now, and on the half-darkness on the room, Sara could see everything, including the storm hitting merciless at the window and Kellerman’s dark eyes fixed on her.
He was just a few steps from her and her aggressor, and he still had the gun in his hand, but Kellerman didn`t move.
He was just looking at her with a look that she wasn`t used to seeing in Paul Kellerman.
But she hadn’t got the strength to think about that now, Sara was too busy trying to think and control her breathing, and of course, trying to not to look in Michael`s direction.
Because Sara knew that she wasn’t going to be able to handle the scared and guilty look that surely he was having now.
Sara imagined his eyes wet and wide open, and his beautiful mind working fast, trying in vain to think of someway to save her.
And to save him.
Because that was one of Michael’s best defects: He never surrendered.
Even when everybody around could see that the earth was about to open and to drag all of them to hell, Michael Scofield didn`t give up.
That`s why he was looking at Sara since the other side of that room, feeling the cold steel around his wrist, making him feel useless and unable to help her, but still he was attentive and listening to his own heartbeats into his ears, and while his blood was thickening while it was passing through by his heart, his thoughts were accelerating and agglomerating confusedly in his mind:
“Nothing irreparable has happen yet… But you know what is going to happen now.
And you are going to lose her; there is no going to left any of her after that.”
He felt his eyes dampening and his pulse accelerated… Michael hadn’t said anything yet; he was waiting for some magical intervention:
“It is the worst moment in your life to have faith.”
Everything was happening slowly, like if it wasn`t true, just like as if he was seeing a movie in a slow motion.
Michael saw that man holding Sara against the wall, breathing near her face, and her eyes wet and scared; he looked again at the dead body of the other one in the floor, upon a big and dark blood stain.
“It is really happening”
Michael could also see the second armed man lowering the weapon slowly and unconsciously, looking at his buddy with a mix of fear and wish in his eyes, while the other was holding Sara.
Lincoln was next to him, handcuffed too the same headrest and he was looking to the floor, and that look in Kellerman eyes… Michael hadn`t noticed before.
Paul was waiting, hoping that the things didn`t go to more.
Or at least, that was what Michael thought then.
None had done nothing irreversible yet, the one holding Sara hadn’t touch her yet, he was speaking with the other one, Michael breathed deep trying to think fast… But he couldn’t.
It was a waste of time, because Michael had learnt time ago that the pain was always more insupportable and devastating when it was Sara Tancredi`s pain.
Because just to know that she was suffering, or scared, or lost out there, makes that everything else twisted slower and painful for him.
And it wasn`t just that the whole world seemed to move slowly for him without Sara near, was the feeling of all that he knew or everything of what he was able, wasn’t enough against her pain of her tears.
And sadly, it wasn’t the first time that Michael had thought broken, that no matter what he would do or go, because he would never be able to keep Sara safe and fine.
And Michael knew that she was really scared because Sara wasn’t looking at him.
-“… No one is going to believe them... They are just damn escaped felons.
It is perfect Stan.”
The other one looked at Sara trapped between the wall and his buddy, there was still a small doubt in his look, but Michael saw clearly the way in which that man was looking at Sara.
-“What about him?”
He pointed with the gun in Kellerman`s direction, who keep quiet.
The one that was holding and aiming at Sara looked suspiciously at Paul for a second and spoke again:
-“…Maybe, if we let him play with her too, he will keep our small secret…
What do you say?”
He looked again at Kellerman, waiting for his answerer, and suddenly everything else in that room, even the storm outside, seemed to have silenced.
Paul smiled coldly and looked at Sara for a moment, then he looked again at the man with the gun under her ear and answered:
“-Deal.”
Sara felt a knot in her stomach when she heard his answer.
She never had thought that Paul Kellerman was a good man, not even a normal man… But in the last few days there had been something fluttering in her mind, whispering to her that maybe some far day, she could trust that son of a bitch… Or maybe even think about forgiving him.
Until that moment.
The one that was holding Sara smiled coldly at Kellerman and looked at his still doubt buddy direction and spoke again, still with that cold smile in his lips:
-“No one is going to doubt that they raped and killed her Stan… They are criminals.
And our new friend is going to keep our little secret”
He looked again at Kellerman next to them and Paul didn`t move, he just made an affirmative sign with the head.
Then, the man holding Sara smiled and looked at her again, and when he spoke she knew that everything was about to go to hell for her:
-“It is nothing personal sweetheart…
You have chosen a wrong night to mistake a room.”
Sara felt the cold cannon of the gun in her throat and that mans breath in her face.
His hands moved down to her waist and he buried his face in her neck, and Sara could felt his saliva on her skin and his disgusting breathing upon her.
He pushed her harder against that wall and she felt slowly her eyes filling up with warm tears, but she didn`t let them fall.
She was too busy trying to imagine that that man wasn`t actually searching for the clasp of her belt, that she wasn’t felling his rude and anxious hands forcing with the zip of her jeans.
Everything, his hands, his touch, his breath and his smell… Nothing was like Michael`s.
And it was a horrible and disgusting feeling.
The most horrible and disgusting thing that she had ever felt.
Sara had her eyes closed, trying to think faster than his hands, but the cannon of that gun was too cold against her skin to let her think of anything else.
Everything was happening too fast, but Sara`s world stopped suddenly when she felt the button of her jeans opening finally and that man`s touch upon her skin.
But even all that, an idea crossed fast her scared mind, she opened her eyes and looked at him, and to Kellerman, who was near them but wasn’t looking at her, even when she whispered:
-“Maybe we can make a deal…”
Sara`s voice sounded far and distant, like if she wasn’t really saying it out loud, but it was enough for him to part from her a bit to look at her, with that repulsive smile in his face:
-“You want to make a deal?
You don`t have anything to negotiate now sweetie, I have already untied your jeans…”
Sara tried not to think too much in what she was doing and spoke again too near to that unknown man, trying to sound convince and calm:
-“…That is not true…
I can play nice with you and with your friends…
I can do everything you want…”
That man looked at her, half curious and half suspicious, and she knew that she had got his attention.
Then Sara looked for the very first time in Michael`s direction, and when she saw the look in his eyes Sara knew that she had lost an important part of him forever.
That Michael Scofield could never forgive himself for that.
But she had made her choice already.
So Sara spoke again, near to that man that was about to ruin their lives forever, and this time, her voice sounded awfully determined and cold:
-“…But you`ll have to let them go.”
To be continued…
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