PB Fic (1/1)
Author: muldy
Title: Remember Us
Rating: PG
Pairing: Michael Scofield/Sara Tancredi
Summary: "If it was her birthday then at least he was there, that was enough of a present to make up for the overall lack of them in her life."
A/N: Written for the pbhiatus_fic Challenge #5 'They say it's your birthday!'
She dropped to the ground behind the last pipe and looked frantically around for her companion. He joined her a few seconds later, seeming to fall against the pipe in relief.
It wasn’t as though they were out of danger, but for a moment it seemed they were at least out of range of flying bullets.
“Who’s smart idea was this?” he managed after he’d caught his breath.
She moved so she was sitting next to him, leaning against the pipe and smiled slightly.
“Linc.”
“He’s such a dead man,” Michael muttered, closing his eyes and running one hand over his short hair. “That’s if we make it.”
Sara reached out with her hand and took his, squeezing it lightly. He looked at her in surprise. They’d had very little time to be alone since their arrival in Panama and it wasn’t a gesture he was yet used to.
“If we don’t make it I’ll come back from the dead to bring him down with us,” she commented, not entirely sure if she was joking or not.
If she didn’t get her alone time with Michael Scofield before she just might be angry enough to come back as some nasty ghost. That was all she wanted, for them to be alone and not being shot at from all directions by Panamanian and American authorities.
He suddenly turned to her with a wide grin.
“Happy birthday,” he said quietly.
Sara frowned. “It’s not…”
She paused, thinking about it. Had it really been a year? That day in the infirmary felt like a lifetime ago, but she had seemingly somewhere in the past few months of trying to get Michael out of prison, totally and utterly forgotten the date.
“And I thought my last birthday was crappy…” she muttered, hearing the noise of gunfire and feet closing in on them.
Before she had managed to fully turn her head to check the coast was clear she felt a hand light on her chin, pulling her face back around.
“Things could be worse,” he smiled and she felt her heart warming instantly.
At least he was there. That was all she could think. If it was her birthday then at least he was there, that was enough of a present to make up for the overall lack of them in her life.
Without warning his lips were on hers and, not for the first time, she found herself wishing the timing were better. Yet, like the other times, she wasn’t going to complain. If this was all they could have she’d take it.
A loud explosion forced them to pull apart, but as they did so she smiled.
“You know, Scofield, I’m expecting a hell of a lot more than that for my birthday,” she said as they stood up.
After checking their coast was clear he turned back to her and smiled slightly. “That was just the burrito, the filet mignon is coming later. Lets go.”
He took her hand and led her away from the sound of the gunfire and somehow she wondered how this could possibly be the best birthday she had ever had.
Title: Remember Us
Rating: PG
Pairing: Michael Scofield/Sara Tancredi
Summary: "If it was her birthday then at least he was there, that was enough of a present to make up for the overall lack of them in her life."
A/N: Written for the pbhiatus_fic Challenge #5 'They say it's your birthday!'
She dropped to the ground behind the last pipe and looked frantically around for her companion. He joined her a few seconds later, seeming to fall against the pipe in relief.
It wasn’t as though they were out of danger, but for a moment it seemed they were at least out of range of flying bullets.
“Who’s smart idea was this?” he managed after he’d caught his breath.
She moved so she was sitting next to him, leaning against the pipe and smiled slightly.
“Linc.”
“He’s such a dead man,” Michael muttered, closing his eyes and running one hand over his short hair. “That’s if we make it.”
Sara reached out with her hand and took his, squeezing it lightly. He looked at her in surprise. They’d had very little time to be alone since their arrival in Panama and it wasn’t a gesture he was yet used to.
“If we don’t make it I’ll come back from the dead to bring him down with us,” she commented, not entirely sure if she was joking or not.
If she didn’t get her alone time with Michael Scofield before she just might be angry enough to come back as some nasty ghost. That was all she wanted, for them to be alone and not being shot at from all directions by Panamanian and American authorities.
He suddenly turned to her with a wide grin.
“Happy birthday,” he said quietly.
Sara frowned. “It’s not…”
She paused, thinking about it. Had it really been a year? That day in the infirmary felt like a lifetime ago, but she had seemingly somewhere in the past few months of trying to get Michael out of prison, totally and utterly forgotten the date.
“And I thought my last birthday was crappy…” she muttered, hearing the noise of gunfire and feet closing in on them.
Before she had managed to fully turn her head to check the coast was clear she felt a hand light on her chin, pulling her face back around.
“Things could be worse,” he smiled and she felt her heart warming instantly.
At least he was there. That was all she could think. If it was her birthday then at least he was there, that was enough of a present to make up for the overall lack of them in her life.
Without warning his lips were on hers and, not for the first time, she found herself wishing the timing were better. Yet, like the other times, she wasn’t going to complain. If this was all they could have she’d take it.
A loud explosion forced them to pull apart, but as they did so she smiled.
“You know, Scofield, I’m expecting a hell of a lot more than that for my birthday,” she said as they stood up.
After checking their coast was clear he turned back to her and smiled slightly. “That was just the burrito, the filet mignon is coming later. Lets go.”
He took her hand and led her away from the sound of the gunfire and somehow she wondered how this could possibly be the best birthday she had ever had.