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M through R › Prison Break
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,551
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Prison Break, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Merry Christmas
Disclaimer: I have no affiliation with anyone or anything to do with Prison Break. It''s all for fun don't sue me!
Note: Might be a bit Spoilerish for those who haven't seen the final episode of Season 1.
He heard the door close just as he put the last piece of tape on the wrapping paper, bright shiny red wrapping paper with a giant gold bow and ribbon to match, with her present hidden inside.
“Michael?” She called out to him from the entrance.
“I'll be right there.” He replied, shoving the present under the bed and fixing the bed skirt so she wouldn't notice and then heading to the stairs to meet her. Every time he saw her she still took his breath away, he wasn't sure what he did to deserve her, wasn't sure he did, but she was his and when her eyes met his and the love for him shone in them he could barely keep from dancing with happiness. Her arms were laden with grocery bags and she was trying to kick off her boots while holding on to them all.
“Hey honey, could you help me?” She asked, smiling up at him on the top of the stairs, he jogged down the stairs and knelt in front of her and slowly pulled down the zipper running down the inside of her leg from knee to ankle, he heard her quiet gasp of breath and she said softly.”I meant for you to take the bags.”
He leaned in and kissed her just below the knee and asked her. “Would you like me to stop Sara?”
“No...this is very helpful.” She smiled trying to see him through the bags and still keep her balance while he pulled her boot off. When she was bootless, he stood and took the bags from her and carried them to the kitchen and dropped them on the huge island in the middle of the kitchen.
“Where will we fit all this stuff? There isn't any room in the fridge.” He said pulling out a bag of potato chips and attempted to open them before she snatched them away.
“No Michael, this is for tomorrow night.”
“But it's chips....” He put on his sexy pout but she ignored him.
“You can have some tomorrow.” They were having their third annual Christmas Eve party. Sara had spent weeks baking cookies, tarts and cakes. They would make a huge pot of chili, sandwiches, cheese and vegetable platters and serve plenty of punch and eggnog. All his friends from the firm would come, Sara's colleagues from the clinic she ran for homeless and disadvantaged people, some of their friends from college as well as their family. His brother Lincoln would come with his son LJ and his girlfriend Veronica, they would spend the night and then the whole family would do the Christmas morning thing. He watched Sara, stuff things into already overflowing cupboards and did a quick run through of things in his head. The house was decorated from top to bottom, the old Century house that they had bought just outside of Chicago, was adorned with lights, wreaths, poinsettias, candles, snow globes, festive center pieces and of course the giant Colorado Blue Spruce tree laden with bulbs, bows and lights, sitting in the corner of the living room, with several presents already underneath it. He decided that it was time,
“I'll be right back.” He told her and ran upstairs to get the red wrapped gift out from under the bed and ran back down the stairs and headed for the kitchen and Sara.
“Stop right there Michael.” Sara said severely, causing him to skid to a stop in the doorway. What had he done in a short time to piss her off? He wondered. She put down the wash cloth she had been wiping the counter with and walked toward him, pausing in front of him. He waited for her to tell him why she wasn't happy, clutching her present behind his back, this wasn't the right time and he didn't want her to see it. “You are under the mistletoe.” She smiled.
He looked up and saw that he was indeed under a sprig of mistletoe and then looked back at her. “So I am.” She leaned into him and gently brushed her lips against his for a moment before her put his free arm around her and crushed her to his body and deepened the kiss, opening his mouth and sliding his tongue along hers, she whimpered in the back of her throat, a sound that never failed to excite him but he forced himself to break the kiss, pulling away and staring at her flushed face, eyes still closed, lips still moist from his kiss, he pulled the present out from behind him and held it up in front of her. When she opened her eyes she jumped a bit, not expecting a red box in front of her.
“What's this?” She asked him.
“I want to give you this early...before Lincoln and LJ are here.”
“Oh my God, have you gone to a sex shop for my Christmas present?” She asked with a naughty twinkle in her eye.
“Open it and find out.” Was all he would say. She took the box and moved to the counter and in typical Sara fashion slowly began to open the present, slipping the ribbons and bow off before sliding her fingers under the seem of the paper and finally seeing the Victoria's Secret gift box underneath.
“Is this present really for me or for you?”
He didn't answer, just waited for her to open the box up and see what was inside. She pulled the lid off and opened the tissue paper that was wrapped around white satin trimmed with lace.
“It's beautiful.” She said pulling out the negligee and holding it up, hearing a small thump as something fell on the ground. Confused by the sound she looked at the floor and saw a small blue velvet box. She glanced at Michael and he was smiling at her, waiting for her to put it all together, he could tell the moment she did. Her eyes widened, a few tears came to them and her hands trembled as she picked the box up and opened it. Nestled inside was a gold band with a few small diamonds on it.
“I decided not to get anything too posh, I didn't want to tempt any of your patients with a huge rock. The nightgown is for the wedding night...if you say yes, that is. Will you marry me Sara?”
“Oh Michael...yes. I love you.” She threw herself into his arms and held onto him.
“I love you too.” His life was perfect, everything he had ever wanted.
“Scofield! Wake up.” He heard a voice dragging him from his daydream. It was Carlson, this cell mate. “The COs are tossing the cells.” Michael didn't care. He stood up and went to stand outside his cell with Carlson, wishing he could go back to his thoughts and to Sara. She was gone now. He didn't know where, it had been over a year now. Some con had grabbed her while she was stitching him up after he had sliced his own skin up while strung out on something and had taken the needle from her and stabbed her in the eye. Michael hadn't heard a thing about her since. His heart ached for her on a daily basis. Lincoln was dead, Michael had never been able to carry through with his plan to break them out. That pipe below the infirmary had put a halt on the whole plan. They had all gone back to their cells and Lincoln had died the next day. The lights in the prison flickering as electricity poured through his body. LJ was dead too, Michael wasn't sure what had happened but LJ was killed in a shootout with FBI agents while holding Veronica and someone named Nick Savrin hostage, he knew it was a load of bullshit but he had not evidence. In the end the escape plan was found out because T bag had spilled the details to Bellick in the hopes of having his sentence reduced. It worked, Theodore Bagwell went to a minimum security prison and Michael, Sucre, C-Note, Westmoreland and Abbruzi had extra time added onto their records. Sucre killed himself a few months later when he found out the woman he loved Mari Cruz had married his cousin and had her baby, leaving him to rot in jail alone. By that time Michael didn't care, he was spending 30 years in Fox River, and he had nothing to live for except his afternoons with Sara, going for his daily insulin shot. And then that was gone too. When they took him in the showers, beating him or raping him he thought about her and the perfect life they would have had if they had met in another time or place, blocking out the horror that was his life in Fox River Penitentiary.
The Cos finished searching their cell for contraband and left, as they headed back into their cell Michael heard one of them say “Merry Christmas Scumbags.”
The End
Note: Might be a bit Spoilerish for those who haven't seen the final episode of Season 1.
He heard the door close just as he put the last piece of tape on the wrapping paper, bright shiny red wrapping paper with a giant gold bow and ribbon to match, with her present hidden inside.
“Michael?” She called out to him from the entrance.
“I'll be right there.” He replied, shoving the present under the bed and fixing the bed skirt so she wouldn't notice and then heading to the stairs to meet her. Every time he saw her she still took his breath away, he wasn't sure what he did to deserve her, wasn't sure he did, but she was his and when her eyes met his and the love for him shone in them he could barely keep from dancing with happiness. Her arms were laden with grocery bags and she was trying to kick off her boots while holding on to them all.
“Hey honey, could you help me?” She asked, smiling up at him on the top of the stairs, he jogged down the stairs and knelt in front of her and slowly pulled down the zipper running down the inside of her leg from knee to ankle, he heard her quiet gasp of breath and she said softly.”I meant for you to take the bags.”
He leaned in and kissed her just below the knee and asked her. “Would you like me to stop Sara?”
“No...this is very helpful.” She smiled trying to see him through the bags and still keep her balance while he pulled her boot off. When she was bootless, he stood and took the bags from her and carried them to the kitchen and dropped them on the huge island in the middle of the kitchen.
“Where will we fit all this stuff? There isn't any room in the fridge.” He said pulling out a bag of potato chips and attempted to open them before she snatched them away.
“No Michael, this is for tomorrow night.”
“But it's chips....” He put on his sexy pout but she ignored him.
“You can have some tomorrow.” They were having their third annual Christmas Eve party. Sara had spent weeks baking cookies, tarts and cakes. They would make a huge pot of chili, sandwiches, cheese and vegetable platters and serve plenty of punch and eggnog. All his friends from the firm would come, Sara's colleagues from the clinic she ran for homeless and disadvantaged people, some of their friends from college as well as their family. His brother Lincoln would come with his son LJ and his girlfriend Veronica, they would spend the night and then the whole family would do the Christmas morning thing. He watched Sara, stuff things into already overflowing cupboards and did a quick run through of things in his head. The house was decorated from top to bottom, the old Century house that they had bought just outside of Chicago, was adorned with lights, wreaths, poinsettias, candles, snow globes, festive center pieces and of course the giant Colorado Blue Spruce tree laden with bulbs, bows and lights, sitting in the corner of the living room, with several presents already underneath it. He decided that it was time,
“I'll be right back.” He told her and ran upstairs to get the red wrapped gift out from under the bed and ran back down the stairs and headed for the kitchen and Sara.
“Stop right there Michael.” Sara said severely, causing him to skid to a stop in the doorway. What had he done in a short time to piss her off? He wondered. She put down the wash cloth she had been wiping the counter with and walked toward him, pausing in front of him. He waited for her to tell him why she wasn't happy, clutching her present behind his back, this wasn't the right time and he didn't want her to see it. “You are under the mistletoe.” She smiled.
He looked up and saw that he was indeed under a sprig of mistletoe and then looked back at her. “So I am.” She leaned into him and gently brushed her lips against his for a moment before her put his free arm around her and crushed her to his body and deepened the kiss, opening his mouth and sliding his tongue along hers, she whimpered in the back of her throat, a sound that never failed to excite him but he forced himself to break the kiss, pulling away and staring at her flushed face, eyes still closed, lips still moist from his kiss, he pulled the present out from behind him and held it up in front of her. When she opened her eyes she jumped a bit, not expecting a red box in front of her.
“What's this?” She asked him.
“I want to give you this early...before Lincoln and LJ are here.”
“Oh my God, have you gone to a sex shop for my Christmas present?” She asked with a naughty twinkle in her eye.
“Open it and find out.” Was all he would say. She took the box and moved to the counter and in typical Sara fashion slowly began to open the present, slipping the ribbons and bow off before sliding her fingers under the seem of the paper and finally seeing the Victoria's Secret gift box underneath.
“Is this present really for me or for you?”
He didn't answer, just waited for her to open the box up and see what was inside. She pulled the lid off and opened the tissue paper that was wrapped around white satin trimmed with lace.
“It's beautiful.” She said pulling out the negligee and holding it up, hearing a small thump as something fell on the ground. Confused by the sound she looked at the floor and saw a small blue velvet box. She glanced at Michael and he was smiling at her, waiting for her to put it all together, he could tell the moment she did. Her eyes widened, a few tears came to them and her hands trembled as she picked the box up and opened it. Nestled inside was a gold band with a few small diamonds on it.
“I decided not to get anything too posh, I didn't want to tempt any of your patients with a huge rock. The nightgown is for the wedding night...if you say yes, that is. Will you marry me Sara?”
“Oh Michael...yes. I love you.” She threw herself into his arms and held onto him.
“I love you too.” His life was perfect, everything he had ever wanted.
“Scofield! Wake up.” He heard a voice dragging him from his daydream. It was Carlson, this cell mate. “The COs are tossing the cells.” Michael didn't care. He stood up and went to stand outside his cell with Carlson, wishing he could go back to his thoughts and to Sara. She was gone now. He didn't know where, it had been over a year now. Some con had grabbed her while she was stitching him up after he had sliced his own skin up while strung out on something and had taken the needle from her and stabbed her in the eye. Michael hadn't heard a thing about her since. His heart ached for her on a daily basis. Lincoln was dead, Michael had never been able to carry through with his plan to break them out. That pipe below the infirmary had put a halt on the whole plan. They had all gone back to their cells and Lincoln had died the next day. The lights in the prison flickering as electricity poured through his body. LJ was dead too, Michael wasn't sure what had happened but LJ was killed in a shootout with FBI agents while holding Veronica and someone named Nick Savrin hostage, he knew it was a load of bullshit but he had not evidence. In the end the escape plan was found out because T bag had spilled the details to Bellick in the hopes of having his sentence reduced. It worked, Theodore Bagwell went to a minimum security prison and Michael, Sucre, C-Note, Westmoreland and Abbruzi had extra time added onto their records. Sucre killed himself a few months later when he found out the woman he loved Mari Cruz had married his cousin and had her baby, leaving him to rot in jail alone. By that time Michael didn't care, he was spending 30 years in Fox River, and he had nothing to live for except his afternoons with Sara, going for his daily insulin shot. And then that was gone too. When they took him in the showers, beating him or raping him he thought about her and the perfect life they would have had if they had met in another time or place, blocking out the horror that was his life in Fox River Penitentiary.
The Cos finished searching their cell for contraband and left, as they headed back into their cell Michael heard one of them say “Merry Christmas Scumbags.”
The End