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Category:
M through R › Prison Break
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,357
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
Disclaimer:
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.
Comfort
DISCLAIMER!!!
I am in now way associated or connected to FOX or Prision Break.
Spoilers: Slightly Spoilerish for The Rat but nothing too much is given away.
I got this idea from Lincoln and Sara in the cell talking about Lincoln's execution. I had to go with it even though I am a Michael/Sara shipper.
Sara didn't know if it was just simple compassion for the man in his final hours, a man bravely facing his own death and asking her to watch out for his brother or if it was her own desperation, to be touched, to be held by Micheal, using Lincoln in his place, they were brothers after all and if she closed her eyes and ran her fingers over Lincoln's head she could pretend it was Micheal's head she was touching. Somehow she went from comforting Lincoln, telling him that she would be there for him at the end, not just as a doctor but as a friend to holding his head against her shoulder, stroking the stubble on his head, feeling the hot tears soak through her jacket to her skin.
“Shhhh...don't cry.” She whispered, her heart breaking. Micheal said that Lincoln was innocent, was going to be executed wrongly, she couldn't help but believe him. She believed almost anything Micheal told her, even after she found out it was a lie. Lincoln held her tightly to him, his large hand splayed around her waist, arms so strong he could easily crush her but holding her so gently, she felt no fear of him.
“I want to be strong. To be a man, but I'm afraid I won't be...my thoughts are racing a mile a minute. Thinking of my son, Veronica and Micheal of the terrible things I've done and the good things I never got to be. Of the man I never got to be...I can't get it all straight.”
“It's alright Lincoln. Stay calm.” She whispered.
“I can't be calm, I feel like I'm coming out of my skin.” He admitted softly. And it was at that moment she knew what to do. She would help him, help him get his mind straight so he could face death as he wanted too. She lifted his face with her hands and kissed him softly on the lips. He pulled back, confusion written all over his face but also need and desire.
“What about Michael?” He asked and she smiled. Of course he would know about her and Michael.
“Michael isn't here. Let me help you Lincoln.” She offered as she traced her fingers over his cheekbone and he answered her with a kiss. There wasn't much time for them so they moved quickly, he unsnapped her pants and pushed his hand into her panties, stroking her until she was wet, never breaking the kiss. Her hands were all over his chest and back, returning most often to his head, tickling her fingers over the short coarse hair. He fumbled with her pants, trying to pull them down over her hips and she lifted her bottom to assist in their removal and they finally came off along with her underwear. Her hands moved to undo the buttons on his orange jumpsuit, opening just enough to allow her access to his chest and his dick that was already hard and jutting out of the top of his prison issue boxer shorts. He shoved her shirt up over her breasts and moved his mouth down to her nipples, sucking on them through she plain white bra, she moaned and leaned back, giving him better access to her breasts and allowing him the opportunity to position himself between her legs. He didn't need much more encouragement and began to grind his cock still covered by his boxers into her, groaning at the heat he felt there.
“Sara...” He whispered her name, his voice thick tears. “Help me to be a man.”
“We need to hurry Lincoln.” She said against his ear, nipping at it and reaching between their bodies for his dick, pulling it out of his boxers and places it at the entrance to her pussy. He nodded and pressed into her, filling her and making her cry out in pleasure. And then he was thrusting into her, stroking the hair off her face and tenderly kissing her while his hips pounded into her like a jack hammer. He was sweating and she could hear him repeating “help me to be a man” over and over again against her neck. She bit her lip and arched up into his thrusts, grinding her pelvic bone into his felt her body begin to tighten as her orgasm approached. She buried his face in his shoulder and whispered Michael's name as she came, tears sliding out of the corners of her eyes, she would never have this with Michael. He came with a growl and a few more thrusts into her. Holding her against him, she could feel his body trembling from what she thought was his climax but when he lifted his face she saw tears in his eyes and anguish on his face. A wry smile tilted the corner of his mouth.
“Take care of Michael.” He said before he kissed her one last time and then moved to get up off of her. They dressed in silence and she put her hand on his shoulder before leaving.
“I wish there was more I could do.”
“Thank you Sara, I can think clearly now.” He told her, his face a mask of calm emotion of a man prepared to meet his death.
“Good bye Lincoln.”
“Good bye Dr. Tancredi.”
the end
I am in now way associated or connected to FOX or Prision Break.
Spoilers: Slightly Spoilerish for The Rat but nothing too much is given away.
I got this idea from Lincoln and Sara in the cell talking about Lincoln's execution. I had to go with it even though I am a Michael/Sara shipper.
Sara didn't know if it was just simple compassion for the man in his final hours, a man bravely facing his own death and asking her to watch out for his brother or if it was her own desperation, to be touched, to be held by Micheal, using Lincoln in his place, they were brothers after all and if she closed her eyes and ran her fingers over Lincoln's head she could pretend it was Micheal's head she was touching. Somehow she went from comforting Lincoln, telling him that she would be there for him at the end, not just as a doctor but as a friend to holding his head against her shoulder, stroking the stubble on his head, feeling the hot tears soak through her jacket to her skin.
“Shhhh...don't cry.” She whispered, her heart breaking. Micheal said that Lincoln was innocent, was going to be executed wrongly, she couldn't help but believe him. She believed almost anything Micheal told her, even after she found out it was a lie. Lincoln held her tightly to him, his large hand splayed around her waist, arms so strong he could easily crush her but holding her so gently, she felt no fear of him.
“I want to be strong. To be a man, but I'm afraid I won't be...my thoughts are racing a mile a minute. Thinking of my son, Veronica and Micheal of the terrible things I've done and the good things I never got to be. Of the man I never got to be...I can't get it all straight.”
“It's alright Lincoln. Stay calm.” She whispered.
“I can't be calm, I feel like I'm coming out of my skin.” He admitted softly. And it was at that moment she knew what to do. She would help him, help him get his mind straight so he could face death as he wanted too. She lifted his face with her hands and kissed him softly on the lips. He pulled back, confusion written all over his face but also need and desire.
“What about Michael?” He asked and she smiled. Of course he would know about her and Michael.
“Michael isn't here. Let me help you Lincoln.” She offered as she traced her fingers over his cheekbone and he answered her with a kiss. There wasn't much time for them so they moved quickly, he unsnapped her pants and pushed his hand into her panties, stroking her until she was wet, never breaking the kiss. Her hands were all over his chest and back, returning most often to his head, tickling her fingers over the short coarse hair. He fumbled with her pants, trying to pull them down over her hips and she lifted her bottom to assist in their removal and they finally came off along with her underwear. Her hands moved to undo the buttons on his orange jumpsuit, opening just enough to allow her access to his chest and his dick that was already hard and jutting out of the top of his prison issue boxer shorts. He shoved her shirt up over her breasts and moved his mouth down to her nipples, sucking on them through she plain white bra, she moaned and leaned back, giving him better access to her breasts and allowing him the opportunity to position himself between her legs. He didn't need much more encouragement and began to grind his cock still covered by his boxers into her, groaning at the heat he felt there.
“Sara...” He whispered her name, his voice thick tears. “Help me to be a man.”
“We need to hurry Lincoln.” She said against his ear, nipping at it and reaching between their bodies for his dick, pulling it out of his boxers and places it at the entrance to her pussy. He nodded and pressed into her, filling her and making her cry out in pleasure. And then he was thrusting into her, stroking the hair off her face and tenderly kissing her while his hips pounded into her like a jack hammer. He was sweating and she could hear him repeating “help me to be a man” over and over again against her neck. She bit her lip and arched up into his thrusts, grinding her pelvic bone into his felt her body begin to tighten as her orgasm approached. She buried his face in his shoulder and whispered Michael's name as she came, tears sliding out of the corners of her eyes, she would never have this with Michael. He came with a growl and a few more thrusts into her. Holding her against him, she could feel his body trembling from what she thought was his climax but when he lifted his face she saw tears in his eyes and anguish on his face. A wry smile tilted the corner of his mouth.
“Take care of Michael.” He said before he kissed her one last time and then moved to get up off of her. They dressed in silence and she put her hand on his shoulder before leaving.
“I wish there was more I could do.”
“Thank you Sara, I can think clearly now.” He told her, his face a mask of calm emotion of a man prepared to meet his death.
“Good bye Lincoln.”
“Good bye Dr. Tancredi.”
the end