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Saaaaraaa, oh Saaaaraaaa... I've just been listening to this song on repeat for the past half hour.
Title: His Sara
Character: T-bag
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: 85. She
Warnings: Groping, sexual references and a smidge of violence
Summary: T-bag reminisces as he visits Dr. Sara for the first time.
Author's Notes: I made a reference to this in Miranda and it's been kicking around my head for awhile, but I didn't have much of a story idea, just a plot bunny. Then good ol' Bob Dylan gave me the inspiration for this fic. The lines in italics are from his song "Sara".
They had the same name.
But that was all they shared. His Sara had been sad eyed, with darker hair and fairer skin. Her body thin and willowy, like that of a dancer. And her eyes had been such a pale blue, almost grey.
They were nothing alike.
Still, the mention of the doctor’s name forced the memory into his mind.
“Alright, Theodore, open up,” she said, holding a tongue depressor in her hand.
Sweet virgin angel
He licked his lips before opening his mouth, cocking his head to the side and studying her as she examined his throat. She leaned in close, her long hair almost grazing his skin. She smelled so good.
She got him to lift his shirt up next and he smirked as he undressed, watching her as she put the stethoscope in her ears. Her mouth was the same as his Sara’s he noticed. The way she pursed her lips, the way they moved when she spoke, it was the same. Oh how he wanted to use that pretty mouth.
Beautiful lady
He noticed she was wearing lip gloss, the slight shine making her mouth even more irresistible. She reached over to take his blood pressure and her long red hair just barely brushed against him. His Sara had had such beautiful hair. It gave him goosebumps and he tried not to shiver as her delicate hands touched his arm. Her skin was so soft. If he tried hard enough he could imagine it was his Sara, he could just close his eyes and envision her standing before him.
A sudden outburst in sick bay brought him out of his daydream.
“You’re trying to control my brain! I won’t let you put the implants in my head! I won’t take your poison!”
One of the inmates, obviously crazy, was throwing a fit, tossing medical supplies around and throwing things at the C.O.’s.
“Calm down Haywire, or I’m gonna have to throw you in the SHU,” one of the C.O.’s, a big black man, was saying.
“You can’t take my thoughts! They’re mine!” the inmate yelled, throwing a bedpan and was promptly pepper sprayed and hauled off by the C.O.’s.
The good doctor was just staring at them as they left, forgetting he was even there.
You must forgive me
Reaching for that long red hair he grabbed onto her and pulled her over to the wall, shoving her against it hard. He pinned her there, his body pressed against hers as she squirmed in a useless attempt to get away.
“Let go of me now,” she threatened.
She was feistier than his Sara, but that didn’t matter. He liked when they put up a fight.
“You’re so pretty,” he whispered in her ear, and he kissed her neck, loving the way she cringed, trying to move away.
“Get off me now or you’ll go to the SHU.”
“Who’s gonna take me there?” he asked and he leaned back to see her reaction as she realized the place was empty, the C.O.’s having gotten caught up with Haywire.
He saw her falter, her eyes suddenly filled with fear instead of anger, her mouth quivering just a little.
“You’re all alone,” he said, his knee pressed between her legs, his hands holding her arms at her side, “So you know what I’m gonna do next?”
He leaned into her, his lips against her collar bone, taking in the sweet scent of her hair. She almost smelled the same as his Sara. But a little bit more grown-up, a little less pure.
“Let me go,” she said softly, the passion gone from her voice, replaced by uncertainty.
He laughed and licked her earlobe before whispering, “Now I’m gonna fuck that nice tight little cunt of yours. I’m going to make you scream my name, going to make you beg little girly. And then I’m gonna slit your throat. I’m gonna take one of them scalpels over there and run it across your skin and I’m gonna make you take me in your mouth while I do it.”
“What the fuck are you doing?!”
The rest of the discussion of his plan was cut short by someone clubbing him over the head. He noted that it was Bellick who had popped him one as he fell to the ground. He had never really liked that guy.
The rest of the C.O.’s soon descended on him, beating him with their batons, some getting a few kicks in every now and then. And through the blood in his eyes he saw the doctor flee the room, her hand up to her face, shielding the tears in her eyes.
Don't ever leave me, don't ever go.
His Sara had cried too.
Title: His Sara
Character: T-bag
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: 85. She
Warnings: Groping, sexual references and a smidge of violence
Summary: T-bag reminisces as he visits Dr. Sara for the first time.
Author's Notes: I made a reference to this in Miranda and it's been kicking around my head for awhile, but I didn't have much of a story idea, just a plot bunny. Then good ol' Bob Dylan gave me the inspiration for this fic. The lines in italics are from his song "Sara".
They had the same name.
But that was all they shared. His Sara had been sad eyed, with darker hair and fairer skin. Her body thin and willowy, like that of a dancer. And her eyes had been such a pale blue, almost grey.
They were nothing alike.
Still, the mention of the doctor’s name forced the memory into his mind.
“Alright, Theodore, open up,” she said, holding a tongue depressor in her hand.
Sweet virgin angel
He licked his lips before opening his mouth, cocking his head to the side and studying her as she examined his throat. She leaned in close, her long hair almost grazing his skin. She smelled so good.
She got him to lift his shirt up next and he smirked as he undressed, watching her as she put the stethoscope in her ears. Her mouth was the same as his Sara’s he noticed. The way she pursed her lips, the way they moved when she spoke, it was the same. Oh how he wanted to use that pretty mouth.
Beautiful lady
He noticed she was wearing lip gloss, the slight shine making her mouth even more irresistible. She reached over to take his blood pressure and her long red hair just barely brushed against him. His Sara had had such beautiful hair. It gave him goosebumps and he tried not to shiver as her delicate hands touched his arm. Her skin was so soft. If he tried hard enough he could imagine it was his Sara, he could just close his eyes and envision her standing before him.
A sudden outburst in sick bay brought him out of his daydream.
“You’re trying to control my brain! I won’t let you put the implants in my head! I won’t take your poison!”
One of the inmates, obviously crazy, was throwing a fit, tossing medical supplies around and throwing things at the C.O.’s.
“Calm down Haywire, or I’m gonna have to throw you in the SHU,” one of the C.O.’s, a big black man, was saying.
“You can’t take my thoughts! They’re mine!” the inmate yelled, throwing a bedpan and was promptly pepper sprayed and hauled off by the C.O.’s.
The good doctor was just staring at them as they left, forgetting he was even there.
You must forgive me
Reaching for that long red hair he grabbed onto her and pulled her over to the wall, shoving her against it hard. He pinned her there, his body pressed against hers as she squirmed in a useless attempt to get away.
“Let go of me now,” she threatened.
She was feistier than his Sara, but that didn’t matter. He liked when they put up a fight.
“You’re so pretty,” he whispered in her ear, and he kissed her neck, loving the way she cringed, trying to move away.
“Get off me now or you’ll go to the SHU.”
“Who’s gonna take me there?” he asked and he leaned back to see her reaction as she realized the place was empty, the C.O.’s having gotten caught up with Haywire.
He saw her falter, her eyes suddenly filled with fear instead of anger, her mouth quivering just a little.
“You’re all alone,” he said, his knee pressed between her legs, his hands holding her arms at her side, “So you know what I’m gonna do next?”
He leaned into her, his lips against her collar bone, taking in the sweet scent of her hair. She almost smelled the same as his Sara. But a little bit more grown-up, a little less pure.
“Let me go,” she said softly, the passion gone from her voice, replaced by uncertainty.
He laughed and licked her earlobe before whispering, “Now I’m gonna fuck that nice tight little cunt of yours. I’m going to make you scream my name, going to make you beg little girly. And then I’m gonna slit your throat. I’m gonna take one of them scalpels over there and run it across your skin and I’m gonna make you take me in your mouth while I do it.”
“What the fuck are you doing?!”
The rest of the discussion of his plan was cut short by someone clubbing him over the head. He noted that it was Bellick who had popped him one as he fell to the ground. He had never really liked that guy.
The rest of the C.O.’s soon descended on him, beating him with their batons, some getting a few kicks in every now and then. And through the blood in his eyes he saw the doctor flee the room, her hand up to her face, shielding the tears in her eyes.
Don't ever leave me, don't ever go.
His Sara had cried too.