Heya all . This here's an older fic I wrote nearer to the end of the 1st season. I was given a request to post some older stuff for those who havent seen most of season 2 and don't want spoilers. So here's one of a few season 1 fics!! Pleeze R&R!!
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It had started out as a simple interest in him. Something about Michael's personality had seemed to pull her in.
She had no idea she would be pulled in so far at the time, however, and Sara allowed her interest to grow.
And evolve into something more.
It quickly became amusement. When he smiled at her it caused her to grin in return. When he laughed, she found herself laughing with him. She was even amused at his easy way of flirting with her. It was as if it never occurred to him that he was in a prison.
Then, out of nowhere, Sara found herself caring about him. The many times he came into the infirmary bleeding, her heart rate jumped beyond what it should have. It was more than a doctor being concerned for her patient….she was concerned for HIM….for Michael as a person.
By the time he leaned forward to kiss her, she was very much aware that she was falling in love with him.
Falling…fallen, she wasn't sure which just yet.
Walking along the sidewalk in front of her apartment for what had to be the tenth time that night, Sara's love for Michael was being interfered with by another feeling towards him.
Fear.
She'd left the infirmary door unlocked, and right about now he, his brother, and God knew who else was outside the prison walls, running, hiding, escaping.
She wasn't afraid that Michael was going to come after her or harm her. Deep down, she knew he would never lay a violent hand on her.
But when Michael stood in her infirmary room and told her the truth, she came to a shattering realization.
She had no idea who Michael really was. And her trust in him meant nothing.
Because of this, she was afraid of him. She didn't know him…and yet she still felt the warm tug in her heart that she knew was love.
A tug that haunted her as she paced the cement, returning from a mentally exhausting walk of reflection and realization.
She'd had enough of it. The lies, the secrets, and the pain.
Knowing the truth made it hurt even more. He had used her every step of the way, and she fell right into his manipulation.
But what he'd said to her was still a whispered echo in the back of his mind.
'I needed to be here…but then I wanted to be here…with you.'
Could she believe that?
She wasn't sure.
She wasn't sure of anything anymore.
Except that she was scared, scared to worry about his well-being, scared to hope for a successful escape, and scared to continue caring about him so deeply.
She wanted to do all of those things, but at the same time, she wanted to be bitter towards him. Maybe not hate, exactly, but definitely be bitter and angry.
But what had to frighten Sara most was the thought of ever seeing him again. If she did, she would have no idea what to do. Kiss him or slap him…or both?
Part of her, the part that listened to that warm tug, hoped to hear his voice through her cell phone that very second. The other part wanted to forget him completely.
Either way, she had the distinct feeling she would be seeing Michael soon. He had left no message of such, no clue, no promise.
But she knew. Michael would contact her in some way. She felt it.
She feared it.
Now, sitting on her couch, flipping through the endless news channels, all broadcasting the same story of the Fox River escape, her fears were suddenly realized.
Without her even noticing he had hidden away in the shadows of her hallway, and she had never known he was there until he stepped into her living room and quietly pleaded with her not to scream.
Staring into his eyes, the eyes that always seemed to pierce through her like a blade, she watched them narrow in what looked like worry and pain, and looked down to find the remote shaking visibly in her hand.
He saw her fear. He knew she was afraid. His hand reached out to steady hers…