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22 October 2007 @ 08:07 am
Prison Break Het: All Our Tomorrows Gathered Here  
Title: All Our Tomorrows Gathered Here
Author: HalfshellVenus
Characters: Michael/Sara (Romance, Drama)
Rating: PG
Summary: Taking time to figure out who they are together and how to live now that the past is buried and all that's left are new possibilities.
Author's Notes: Some spoilers for S3. Written for the "Michael/Sara Het" challenge at pbficsurvivor (which is why you're actually seeing Michael/Sara from me), and for my prisonbreak100 table where this is prompt #13, "Tomorrow."

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This beach is the most beautiful place Michael has ever been, and the choice to come here was perfect. They both need time to relax after everything they've been through, time to figure out who they are together and how to live now that the past is buried and all that's left are new possibilities.

Sara's hair gleams red in the sunlight, so vivid against the backdrop of the sky that Michael has to close his eyes for a moment against the brightness. He still sees it anyway, an afterimage burned into him with the purity of beauty or hope.

"You look incredible," he says, lost in the aura of happiness that radiates from her smile. Her fingers tighten on his own as they walk toward the ocean, and her step is so light it's as if she believes the future's already started, the one beyond broken laws and broken families, the one where their refuge becomes a paradise they build together.

That she could forgive him for all he's asked of her—all that's happened to her—still amazes him. He's planning on spending a lifetime making it up to her, one soft kiss and kept promise at a time.

"Here?" she asks. They've come to some trees above the tide line, one of the few shady spots in a wide expanse of sand.

"Perfect," Michael says. He spreads out the blanket and opens his backpack full of food, ready to settle in for the afternoon. "Want some wine?" But she's already down by the water, running through the slow edges of the waves with her skirt bouncing and her hair flying in the wind, and Michael has honestly never seen anything so beautiful.

"Hey," he says, coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist. She leans against him, all slender softness and warmth, and when he kisses her he finds the faintest traces of the sea on her lips. Then she turns in his arms and deepens the kiss, and his head swims with the roar of the wind and the surf and the pounding of his heart inside his ears.

Sara… he breathes, holding her closer than his own skin. Her name is a lifeline that pulls him out of his past.

When the kiss finally ends, he brushes her hair back from her face and just looks at her, at the pale skin so smooth under his fingers, at her eyes so liquid and full of emotions like tenderness and trust that he really doesn't deserve.

She takes his hand again, leading him over to the blanket. He sits down against the nearest tree trunk, drawing her into his lap and taking note of the secluded beach and the shadows that gather around them.

She laughs when he kisses along her neck, a deep, throaty sound that fills the space between them. When she leans her head back in a slow arc of pleasure, the light coming in from the side nearly blinds him…

Michael opens his eyes to the glare of morning, the air turned white by the sun as it gleams off the walls in his new cell. Someone's laughter turns to sobbing as a drug-induced high shifts down into the coda of false euphoria.

He lies there not daring to move, afraid to lose the tail of his dream. He's never had any of that with Sara yet, their time together summed up by few heated kisses and whispered assurances: What we have together is real and I'll meet you on the boat and It wasn't your fault. Now she's a hostage for some hidden agenda, and he's running out of time to save her.

They had those minutes in the bathroom on the train, when everything could finally be said, when every touch was truer than words. There was the moment in the Infirmary, when he kissed her as a distraction but couldn't bring himself to take the key and become the person she'd been afraid he actually was.

Her eyes on his held such hope then, tentative but unmistakable. He'd do anything to prove himself worthy of that trust.

He longs for the feel of her, her face silk beneath his touch, her fingers pressed so sweetly against his own.

But his grasp is empty as he closes it on the nothing that is all he possesses, trapped here waiting for another miracle to arrive.

It isn't her hand he holds in his now, it's her Fate instead.

He shivers with sudden realization: Maybe it always was…


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Maz (or foxxy!): St Michaeltuesdaeschild on October 24th, 2007 11:31 am (UTC)
How wistful that was! So sweet and then poor Michael wakes up. And even his dreams are about to come crashing down around him and he doesn't know. *sighs wistfully*

but couldn't bring himself to take the key and become the person she'd been afraid he actually was

I really believe that was the reason he couldn't do it and now you've expressed it in words perfectly!! Thank you!!

Lovely tale, beautifully told; just like you always do.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sarahalfshellvenus on October 24th, 2007 07:39 pm (UTC)
And even his dreams are about to come crashing down around him and he doesn't know. *sighs wistfully*
Exactly-- the reader knows how much worse it's going to get, but he has no idea just yet. Still, what he's cost her is already too much. :(

I really believe that was the reason he couldn't do it
Oh, me too. Even if you don't think he had major feelings for her just then (and I don't think he did-- he was still using her), that moment pulled him up short of what he actually was and was not willing to do right to her face. Though he still wound up manipulating her into too much more anyway.

Thanks so much for reading this! I know you don't read this pairing any more than I write it, so I really appreciate it. *hugs*
Maz (or foxxy!): Stethoscopetuesdaeschild on October 26th, 2007 10:55 am (UTC)
Still, what he's cost her is already too much. :(

It truly is. Yet the fact that he sacrificed himself and ended up in Sona somehow makes me feel he'd have made the ultimate sacrifice for her if he had to.

Even if you don't think he had major feelings for her just then (and I don't think he did-- he was still using her),

It was for me the pivotal moment. It was a line he wasn't willing to cross and maybe the fact that it was Sara and he at least cared for her stopped him?

I know you don't read this pairing any more than I write it, so I really appreciate it.

I know I'm pretty much just a slasher but I don't dislike this pairing; hell, if Michael's involved I like pretty much everthing. It's just not one I'd write, probably. But thanks for gritting your teeth and doing it because you always add an extra dimension to whatever pairing you write!

*hugs back gratefully*
Casey: prison break (misa)casey_bee on October 24th, 2007 11:56 am (UTC)
Ouch. That one tugged at the heartstrings. Beautiful fic, thank you for sharing. :-)
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sarahalfshellvenus on October 24th, 2007 07:41 pm (UTC)
You're welcome. :) It hurts all the more knowing what Michael doesn't know yet, but at the same time... she deserves the acknowledgement of what that love cost her. Indirectly, it's a kind of eulogy.
Julesdarkwriter69 on October 24th, 2007 11:21 pm (UTC)
Wow, for someone who doesn't write this pair you did a fantastic job of capturing the real essence of their tragic tale. Thanks for sharing.

I for one am looking forward to the moment when Michael finds out about Sara. I want to see if the writer's have given the moment justice.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sarahalfshellvenus on October 26th, 2007 06:30 am (UTC)
Oh, your words made me very happy. I don't ship this pairing at all, though nearly everyone else does, but there is so much that could have been under different circumstances-- not including the ones where Michael didn't start things off by using her, or end things by demanding more than he realized. *sigh*

I want to see if the writer's have given the moment justice.
I wish I could believe that they will, but I remember how they dealt with Veronica (taken out in garbage bags, and hardly remembered or mourned by the brothers) and then there's the matter of how they chose to kill Sara off. "Sensitivity" and "Homage" are unfortunately not at all the words that come to mind. I honestly wish they cared as much about their show as we do. :(
Julesdarkwriter69 on October 26th, 2007 07:34 am (UTC)
Hmmm, how the writer's dealt with Vee's death....'nuff said!!! No, 'sensitivity' and 'homage' definitely do not come to mind.
Jen Jen: MiSa-Panama!rogue_missy on October 26th, 2007 01:01 am (UTC)
OMG. Incredible writing. I love this line...the future's already started, the one beyond broken laws and broken families, the one where their refuge becomes a paradise they build together.

Beautiful job, he woke up, awe.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sarahalfshellvenus on October 26th, 2007 06:32 am (UTC)
...the future's already started, the one beyond broken laws and broken families, the one where their refuge becomes a paradise they build together.
It's such a perfect idea of how it should be, isn't it-- when they're finally free to choose what's left and leave the rest forgotten. How can Michael not long for that, even in dreams? Even now, he still doesn't know it's not meant to be.

Your icon is perfect for this story, interestingly enough! :)
Jen Jen: MiSa-Panama!rogue_missy on October 26th, 2007 12:25 pm (UTC)
You have a way with words. It's sad he would still dream of this and not know.

Isn't it a crazy coincidence? I've had this icon for almost 2 months now and then you wrote this and it was perfect!