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indie sara tancredi scofield rp growing up as the only daughter to the governor of Illinois, sara knew her life was going to be more different than she would have liked - especially when it came to her use of alcohol and drugs. even from a young age she was very independent. she went to northwestern university where she decided to become a humanitarian while earning her medical degree. since working at fox river, to help whatever inmates she could, sara fell in love, a love she wasn't even looking for - but michael scofiled had become the best thing about her. and the rest seems to be history.

[adoctorsafehaven]

Thunder roared high in the sky. Raindrops plunked hard against the windows in the late evening of that specific upstate town; even the shutters banged hard against the panes.  Regardless of how the sky was feeling, Sara Scofield was content.  Her husband was finally home safe, and their son was sleeping soundly in his room.  Truthfully, she couldn’t remember a time where she’d been happier.

“Mom,” came a soft hush from the doorway to one of the backrooms of the house.

Sara had been standing near the table looking down at some papers she had organized dutifully.  At the sound of her son’s voice through the echoes of the thunder outside, Sara lifted her head and pushed some of her hair behind her ears.

“I can’t sleep,” Mike whined as he rubbed his eyes, shuffling into the room further.

Glancing to the nearest window, Sara frowned, knowing exactly what the cause of her son’s insomnia was.  She sidestepped from the table and made her way to her little boy, leaning over to press a kiss on her son’s head.  “Come on, baby, we can make hot cocoa and sit by the fire.” Placing a hand soothingly on her son’s back, Sara ushered him into the kitchen.

Thunder shook the house, causing the little boy to bury his face into his mother’s side, only making Sara hug her son a little closer as she prepared his warm hot chocolate.

“Want to go grab me some marshmallows from the cabinet?” Her voice was soothing, laced only with love as her fingers tended to her son’s short hair.  He nodded and after a moment, peeled off his mother’s body and rain to get the white fluffy, sugary goodness.

Once the hot chocolate was made and poured into a single cup, Sara added the marshmallows for her boy before walking with him over to the living room to sit by the roaring fireplace.

Mike curled up on the couch first as did Sara before she handed him back the mug and wrapped her arms protectively around her son; watching him lovingly.

( @intuens​

[ilove-you-most]

[misascofield94]

If your world falls apart I’d start a riot If night falls in your heart I’d light the fire In the dark, when you sound the alarm We’ll find each other’s arms For your love, all you are I’d start a riot

Start A Riot - Banners

[adoctorsafehaven]

Hearing footsteps descend down the stairs only gave her confirmation that Michael did hear her call up to him. Truthfully, she didn’t want to bother him from his work, she knew that creating something out of nothing was not the easiest career to have. Sara also knew that Michael’s mind was brilliant, more brilliant than anyone she had ever met - even as bright as the world’s greatest inventors. And to Sara, Michael was her entire world. Michael Scofield was a treasure not only to her but to all who he’d met, regardless of the life that was back in their past. 

The moment Michael greeted her, Sara reached up with her hand and brought his chin over to her lips, kissing his cheek softly. ❝Hey, you,❞ she pressed her back into his chest and relished in their quiet moment together. Her hand rand over the top of his arm as he offered to put the rest of the groceries away, but Sara shook her head. ❝No, it’s fine, I’m almost done.❞ And she was, she just needed to put away the bread and a few other items for the pantry. All little things.

❝Thank you, though.❞ Sara twisted herself to press another kiss to his cheek before she peeled out of his embrace to get the bread that was sitting on the counter. As her feet padded over to the other side of the kitchen, the young woman felt suddenly ill. The pre-packaged grain bread slipped from her hand, landing on the kitchen floor with a T H U D. 

Holding her breath for a moment, Sara fought against a wave of nausea which she could only imagine was a brief bout of morning sickness. Closing her eyes and dropping her head, she pressed her hands against the counter only concentrating on her slow and steady breathing, hoping it would go away. She still had seven more months with this child in her womb, not knowing what other ailments it would bring her. Yes, with being a doctor, Sara knew how pregnancy usually impacted a woman’s body, but also just from learning about it as she’d gotten older, too. This time of day seemed odd to have such a sickness inflict her, but there was nothing else it could be from. 

The black and silver framed sunglasses slipped, also crashing against the floor beside the bread. They weren’t broken. She’d pick them up in a moment.

[adoctorsafehaven]

The wind blew a light breeze across the evening sky as a black sedan pulled into a nearby driveway.  Leaves brushed with the wind,  almost as if they were dancing together to a soft ballad.  For a brief moment, Sara watched, not even realizing she needed to get the groceries inside before the perishables went sour.  Her earthly green eyes then drifted toward the house. Some lights illuminated individual rooms, which indicated that someone was home.  Shutting the car, Sara lifted her sunglasses over her forehead and placed them atop her head as she pulled the key from the ignition.  With her fingers, she pushed her long dark auburn hair behind her ear, tossing the car keys into her bag, which sat in the passenger seat.  For a moment, the young doctor fished through her brown colored purse for her phone.  ❝Where did I put it?❞ She murmured to herself, looking through every pocket and pushing things around to get to the bottom of her bag.

Finally, once she felt it under her makeup case, she pushed her bag back and brought her phone to her lap.  One new text.

LINCOLN Text Message

Sara smiled.

Pushing her finger across the screen, her eyes quickly read what he’d written her.  The two of them were trying to plan a surprise party for Michael.  Sara promptly replied back with a thumbs-up emoji before she arched her back to slip her phone into the back pocket of her jeans before pushing the door open and climbing out of the car.  She snatched her purse and left the driver’s door open before she headed over to the backseat. As she slung her bag over her shoulder, Sara grabbed the one sizeable brown bag of groceries, nudged the door closed with her foot and locked the car, the driver’s door now shut as she made her way to the porch of her house.

Her house that she shared with Michael.

A flutter within her chest caused her to blush when she stepped inside the foyer of their home.  ❝Michael?❞ Sara’s voice called as she made her way into the kitchen and placed the bag down on the kitchen island.  

Twisting her slim body around, Sara walked to the refrigerator and pulled open a door - she started to put the groceries in their respective places in the kitchen.

( @scxfieldtm​

[noahsflynn-archive]

Come back to me. Come back to me, sweetheart. Come back to me.

[splitscreen]

michael + holding heads during hugs vs. sara + kissing heads (feat. each other and mike)