Miracles Born From Love

misa_love · Posted: Tue May 27, 2008 3:43 pm Post subject: Miracles Born From Love

Rated: NC-17
Categories: Post-Escape, Alternate Universe Characters: Agent Paul Kellerman, Brad Bellick, Fernando Sucre, James Whistler, Jane, Lechero, Lincoln Burrows, LJ Burrows, Michael Scofield, Original Character(s), Other, Sara Tancredi, Susan B. Anthony, T-Bag, Veronica Donovan
Genres: Action/Adventure, Angst, Drama, Family, Fluff, Friendship, General, Romance
Pairing: Lincoln and Veronica, Michael and Sara
Warnings: Character Death, Drugs/Drug Use, Extreme Language, Graphic Violence, Original Characters, Racism, Rape, Sexual Situations, Spoilers S1, Spoilers S2, Spoilers S3, Work In Progress

This story begins where 3.07 left off and will follow an AU story that resides in my mind, occassionally borrowing from canon when I see fit. Michael is still in Sona, trying desperately to free Whistler in order to save his nephew from the same fate he believes was handed to Sara.
He will escape the brutality of Sona, but not before he learns of Whistler's involvement with the company, and the truth about Sara's death.
The story will continue outside the walls of Sona but not before chaos erupts within the confinements of hell on earth.
A few twists and turns and shocks are in store for the brothers as they try desperately to rid themselves of the Company once and for all!

Story Notes:
This here is the first ever fanfiction I have written in my life. Feedback is welcome and please be brutally honest.

I have a lot planned for this Fic and hope there are people out there who will enjoy reading it as much as I've, so far, enjoyed writing it.

This scene between Whistler and Susan B/Gretchen at the fence has been re-written for my own personal satisfaction. None of this ever happened, however much I wish it did, it is all invented. There are no spoilers (yet), but they will change as the story goes on.

The only parts not thought of by my own spectacular (lol) imagination are the names of characters and their location. Flash back scenes are also extracted from the minds of others.

On a final note, the title came from a line in a song by Delta Goodrem called "Believe Again". Also, some chapter titles have been inspired by quotes I have read and the titles of songs I like.

Chapter one in the next post

misa_love · Posted: Tue May 27, 2008 3:48 pm Post subject:

Susan stands and waits at the fence for her prisoner to arrive. She's dressed in black pants and a black tank top. All black attire seems to be the only thing in her wardrobe these days. Better than the khaki crap she had to wear when she was a POW. She shudders slightly then smiles at the memories. Always bittersweet for her.
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Finally, she sees him approach the fence. He's still wearing those jeans and that long sleeve blue top that has become second skin to him. Not that he has a choice inside here. Even showers seem to be a thing of the past for him, as she catches a glimpse of his dirt stained face and chest, and his filthy clothes. He does not look up as she begins to speak before he reaches the fence. There's no one else around so it's safe to say what she's come here to say.
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�You know we waited longer than we should have for this.� He looks up her, she can't read his face; it seems emotionless as he leans against the fence. �Linc said he had you with him� she continues, �that you and Michael got out and we almost lost his kid. If we hadn't already lost that woman...�
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�You lost that woman of your own doing, Gretchen.� He speaks so suddenly, with a hint of malice in his voice, he catches her off guard. She regains composure quickly before he notices, and he continues to speak. If he did notice, he doesn�t seem to care. �Now you gotta fix it, and no more screwing around here.�
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�Dammit Whistler, I didn't come down here for a lecture. I came here to give you an update of our situation and ask you what our next move should be. You're the one who needed to be outta here in a week, and now that week is up. And I have more pressing matters that need addressing A.S.A.P�
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�More time, we need more time. He can get me outta here, just tell Linc he's got a few more days. He has a plan and I know he'll deliver. After that, he's at your mercy. You might as well send our Romeo to his Juliet.�
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Gretchen smirks, �Nice Whistler, your punning Shakespeare in Sona. Glad to see the devil hasn't stripped you of your ability to remember happier days.� She smiles slightly at this, and looks up to see Whistler smirking with her. �That yester life still lives!� she thinks silently to herself.
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Suddenly remembering she still has one final piece of information to tell Whistler, she forces herself back to the present. She stops smiling and looks away from his face. Procrastinating was not an option here anymore, as much as she'd like it to be. She kept this information from him for long enough and if he really thought he was getting out in the next couple of days, he needed to know. She looks up at him and, keeping all emotion out of her voice and her eyes, finishes her update.
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�However, as much as I would love to, and believe me I would love to more than anything in this world, I can't send our Romeo to his Juliet. That would require Juliet being dead.� Gretchen turns and starts to walk away, not even bothering to lag behind to see what she already knows will be his reaction.
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�Gretchen, STOP!� she hears him scream.
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His scream doesn't frighten her but she stops nonetheless. She knows he'll want an explanation, but she doesn't turn around as he continues to yell across to her. She doesn't need to see him to know he's seething anger through his teeth.
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�What do you mean Juliet isn't dead? Michael told me you killed Sara, he said �they killed Sara� he said those exact words to me, Gretchen.�
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�He told you that because he truly believes that she is dead. And she may be, but I wouldn't know cos I didn�t kill her. I never got the chance.�
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�What the hell do you mean you didn't get the damn chance?� She can hear the anger spilling out of his every orifice and he doesn�t even bother to pretend he's not enraged as he continues to yell across to her. �Gretchen what the **** happened?�
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�That ***** got away after Linc tried to be a hero, Whistler,� She yells back at him, still not turning around to face the malicious eyes she knows are boring in to her back. �And don't even bother asking me how it happened cos the assholes didn't live to give me their sorry ass excuses. All I know is, after Lincoln tried to free them, she ran, scuttled away like a mouse.�
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�Well then how the hell did Michael come to believe that Sara was dead, hmm Gretchen, you gonna enlighten me with this piece of **** ass information, or you gonna keep lying to me? And God help you if it's the latter.�
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She takes a breath before she continues. Not out of fear, her line of work bullied fear right out of her system. She breathes for composure; he must hear her explanation before she can leave. They can deal with it later. �After Linc tried to rescue them, and Sara escaped, I needed something to scare him out of doing it again. I knew if I did anything to LJ, the buffoon would not go along with the plan. He's got the IQ of an ape.�
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�Quit bloody stalling Gretchen and get the **** along with it. I don't need to be educated on the idiocy of Lincoln Burrows.�
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She continues as though she was never interrupted. �Well I figured, if I did something to Sara, chances are, he wouldn't tell Mike for fear of his son. The plan would still be executed and the brothers would eventually kill each other anyway. A source told me that Linc had been searching for Sara before they heard of her capture. They found a body in the morgue that matched her description and he thought she'd died. That's when the idea to �kill Sara� occurred to me.
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�I got the body out of the morgue, disfigured that slut's face enough so Linc would believe it was Sara, decapitated the ***** and sent Linc a little ******* present.� She forgot her surroundings and yelled this last part out louder than she knew she should have. A quick glimpse around let her know there was no one within hearing capacity of them, but she knew she had potentially risked the entire operation. She takes in a breath and starts to walk again.
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But if she thought this was the end of the conversation, she was mistaken. Once again, she stops again and waits for him to yell across the yard to her. It takes almost a full minute before he apparently regains his voice and she hears it, though this time it was something of a bellowing sound that echoed the emptiness of the visitors' yard.
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�WHAT THE **** WERE YOU THINKING, GRETCHEN?!?� He doesn't wait for her to answer, but continues the screaming rampage he's on. �YOU FIND HER AND YOU GET ME HER HEAD, BEFORE SHE...� Suddenly remembering his surroundings Whistler stops mid-sentence and lowers his voice so only Susan can hear him. Though he is still yelling across to her, he is no longer broadcasting their conversation across the whole of Panama. �Kellerman may have blown the lid off the Company and the conspiracy, but he didn't even begin to stick his hand inside the box of surprises he opened. I don�t think he even knew there was more to it. But Sara knows there's more to it, Agent Kim ensured that when he foolishly chased them on to Panamanian soil instead of laying low like he was supposed to. You find her, Susan, and send me the surprise this time.�
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�Fine, Whistler,� Her back is still turned, to him as she speaks, �But might I suggest you try to control your anger next time. You're lucky no one's around to hear that, cos then we'd be searching for a hundred different Sara's.�
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She walks the rest of the way across the yard and disappears through the heavy iron fence that stands between Sona and the rest of the world. A trail of dust floats in mid air in her wake. Whistler watches her walk away, watches as the dust dances in the air a second before it drops back to the ground, unaware Michael has be watching through the window above throughout the duration of the conversation, and continues to watch him.
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As Whistler turns to walk back in to the prison, Michael abandons his post and makes his way back to his cell. Tears are streaming uncontrollably down his cheeks and he collapses against the wall of his cell. If he hadn�t heard it with his own ears, and directly from that *****�s mouth, he wouldn�t have accepted it as easily as he had. He smiles beneath his tears as holds and kisses the only picture he has of her.
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In that instant, he is transported back to the infirmary. She is standing in front of him, listening to his heartbeat as he holds up his shirt. He had just given her the rose and was happy to see she kept it. He is looking at her, really looking at her. She looks up and their eyes connect. In that moment, in those few seconds of gazing in to her eyes, Michael knew she was more than a means of escape for him and his brother. In that moment, he knew it was more than an act for he had developed real feelings for her.
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A scuffle outside brings him back to reality. He breathes out heavily. �Sara,� he whispers her name to himself as he touches her lips in the photograph, �Life and these lips hath been restored�.