PRISON BREAKING_FANFICTION_EP2.01 - English
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Paul Adelstein: [00:00:00] Hi, welcome back to Fan Fiction. Uh, today we're gonna read chapter two. Safe House by Miss John. Ve if you wanna hear chapter one, um, you can click right above this one. Yep. In our Patreon right?

Sarah Wayne Callies: Or wherever this is gonna be. Might be a few different places, but yeah, a few

Paul Adelstein: different places. Okay.

Sarah Wayne Callies: Um,

Paul Adelstein: YouTube.

Sarah Wayne Callies: Possibly. Yeah. Uh, sort of wherever Ben puts it, we, yeah, wherever

Paul Adelstein: Ben puts it, please find chapter one.

Sarah Wayne Callies: We're in charge of input. He's in charge of output.

Paul Adelstein: We're just the talent.

Sarah Wayne Callies: Is that, is that, um, [00:01:00] so chapter one of Safe House, uh, also, if you're looking for details about when it was written in the. The details of the fandom world.

Sarah Wayne Callies: That's at the beginning of our chapter one episode, so we're gonna dive into chapter two. When last we left them, Sarah, Michael, and Lincoln had arrived at a safe house. Lincoln had been shot, uh, in the leg. Sarah tended to his wound. Lincoln went off, and now Michael and Sarah are alone having the talk.

Paul Adelstein: Chapter two. How about you, Sarah? She tra swallows hard, but the throat still feels dry. What about me? His gaze travels. Her face lingering on her mouth before finding her eyes. Will you be okay? Will you be okay? They look at each other for a moment in silence. She's still so angry with him, with herself, and it still hurts so much, and she knows she should just turn on her heel and walk away, but she can't and she won't.

Paul Adelstein: She's not a [00:02:00] coward. She's finished running away. I will be, it's very similar to the end of the, this chapter. This is, I think we're overlapping. Yeah. I like it. Yeah. It's, it's smart. It's like a previously on. Mm-hmm. He smiles once more, but it's a very different smile this time. Good he says again, then hesitates his gaze, searching her face.

Paul Adelstein: Finally perhaps finding what he was seeking. He takes another step towards her. His eyes never leaves her and says, let's talk.

Sarah Wayne Callies: She stares at him, vaguely aware that her hand is suddenly gripping the edge of the wooden kitchen table, crushing it in her vice-like Hulk grip. Um, Genevieve didn't write that. How long did you say you'd plan to stay here? A couple more hours maybe. Feeling as though she's about to take the first step onto a high wire.

Sarah Wayne Callies: She takes a deep breath and pats the empty chair beside her. We'd better get started then. He laughs [00:03:00] taking her by surprise the sound washes over her skin like velvet, making her shiver despite the heat, whatever you say, doc. Dropping gracefully into the chair next to her. He looks at her intently. The amusement in his face baiting.

Sarah Wayne Callies: Replaced by the same nervousness. She feels whirling in the pit of her own stomach. How he stops frowning and then begins again with a quiet. Where do you want to start? Actually, before we talk, I have something else in mind. Ignoring the speculative look he gives her and the fact that her pulse is suddenly racing, she leans past him and plucks the first aid kit from the table.

Sarah Wayne Callies: Can you take off your left shoe please?

Paul Adelstein: Mm-hmm.

Sarah Wayne Callies: It's foreplay or it's a broy. He glances down at his left foot, then up at her. I'm fine. He repeats, but she merely shakes her head. Take it away, Paul.

Paul Adelstein: So you keep saying, she retorts. Doing her best not to smile, realizing that she's actually missed arguing with him.

Paul Adelstein: [00:04:00] That's sweet. Take it off please. Blowing out an audible breath.

Paul Adelstein: He bends over to Unlace his boot. She watches him as she pulls on a fresh pair of gloves, not bothering to fight the urge to admire the supple lines of his body. There are still far too many unanswered questions hanging between them, but she's very tired of pretending that she doesn't want him. Of course, she thinks that doesn't mean she's going to allow herself to do anything about it.

Paul Adelstein: She studies his face as he slowly tugs off his. Sock and sees his wince. What, as she looks at his remaining toes, has it been bothering you A little, but that's not it. He shrugs. I haven't really noticed them for a while. He says, I guess I forgot how bad they looked. The quiet resignation of his voice makes her heartache and she quickly motions for him to put his barefoot up on the edge of her chair.

Paul Adelstein: He hesitates and she gives him an exasperated [00:05:00] look. Please. He finally does as she asks, and she touches the suture marks lightly. Remembering the shock of having so much of his blood on her gloves, his teary refusal to tell her who had assaulted him. A dozen questions are suddenly burning on her tongue, but she offers a mild.

Paul Adelstein: They're healing nicely. He looks relieved. Thanks to you and no thanks to you. I'm guessing she. Gently presses her fingers against the ball of his foot just below where his two smallest toes used to be. Ugh, too much running in those hard shoes won't have done you any favors. His mouth twitches in a half smile, couldn't be helped.

Paul Adelstein: She can't stop herself from smiling in return. I guess not. She nods at his. You're done. He bends down and picks up his sock from the floor. Physical's over. Not quite. She takes a deep breath. How's your back? He looks up at her frowning. Why? Last time I looked you had a second degree burn on your back. She [00:06:00] leans forward in her chair, elbows resting on her thighs, her gloved hands dangling loosely between her knees.

Paul Adelstein: I'm guessing that's also something you haven't really had time to think about. It's fine. She ignores the broken record routine. May I see it please. He's gaze slides away from hers, his face flushing as his hand brushes down the front of his crumpled shirt. I don't think that's such a good idea.

Sarah Wayne Callies: She knows exactly what he's thinking because she's thinking it too.

Sarah Wayne Callies: They both know how this P particular scenario ended last time. Oh boy. But she's a doctor. She'd like to think that she's stronger than the impulses of her flesh. It's okay, Michael. It won't be anything I haven't seen before. It's the truth, but that doesn't explain why her heart rate is suddenly twice as fast as it should be without saying another word.

Sarah Wayne Callies: He begins to loosen his tie, his eyes looking anywhere but at her. As she watches him, she's gripped by the sudden urge to put her hands on top of his and slowly [00:07:00] slip the knot of his tie undone. She sits back in her chair. Putting so much needed space between them, realizing too late that she had underestimated the strength of those impulses.

Paul Adelstein: Uh oh.

Sarah Wayne Callies: Rah row. He pulls his tie over his head, drops it onto the table without ceremony, then begins to unbutton his shirt, still not looking at her. Ooh, the contrast between now and then hits her like a slap in the face. There's no smiling seduction here. Only a growing tension stretching out between them, heightening her awareness of the smallest things.

Sarah Wayne Callies: The sun touched tone of his skin, the shadows between his beneath his eyes. The whiskers roughening, his jaw, and she knows she's no more immune to him now than she ever was.

Paul Adelstein: Damn.

Sarah Wayne Callies: She gets to her feet, moving to stand behind him as he slides his shirt off his shoulders and is glad he can't see her face.

Sarah Wayne Callies: He smells of clean sweat and lemon soap. She suddenly wonders if it's his trip to the, if his trip to the bathroom was [00:08:00] more about washing up than anything else. And beneath that, she reme recognizes the familiar scent of his skin. Her gloved hands clenched at her sides. A flash of heat ripples through her stomach, dammit.

Paul Adelstein: If she closes her eyes for a few seconds, pulling herself back into line, drawing on every scrap of her willpower, then she opens her eyes reaches for the first aid kit once more. A few seconds later, she's shaking her head only just just managing to resist the urge to click her tongue and disapproval at the site of the bedraggled bandage on his shoulder blade.

Paul Adelstein: Does it hurt? She asks, with a calm that belies the hollow ache tightening in her chest. It shouldn't surprise her, of course, because she's never been able to see him as just a patient. Yes, he says Dully looking down at his feet, and she knows the fact that he's not fobbing her off by saying he's fine is a very bad sign.

Paul Adelstein: Holding her breath. She peels away the [00:09:00] bandage from his skin as carefully as she can, suddenly afraid of what she's going to find to her relief. Despite the total lack of adequate care, it's not as bad as she feared. The wound has begun to heal. There's no ulceration whatsoever, which has been one of her main concerns.

Paul Adelstein: She picks up a clean swab, frowning as a vague, lurking suspicion, begins to take shape in her mind. No complications with his wounds, either his toes or his burn. No sharps or insulin in the first aid kit. She thinks back to the initial readings of his blood sugar levels and his reaction. He seemed relieved.

Paul Adelstein: She told Katie when he she'd announced the positive result of his later blood test. He hises softly beneath his breath as she begins to clean the wound and she can no longer hold her tongue. How are you managing with your insulin shots? He stiffens under, excuse me. He stiffens under her touch. She hears him Exhale.[00:10:00]

Paul Adelstein: Then he turns his head to look at her. You want the short or the long answer? The truth would be a good place to start. She thinks she already knows what he's gonna tell her, but she wants to hear it from him. He shifts in the chair, but he meets her gaze steadily as he stays in a quiet, as he says in a quiet, clear voice.

Paul Adelstein: I'm not a diabetic. She may have half suspected the truth, but hearing him actually say it still shocks her. She stares at him horrified by the implication of his admission. Your body is reacting to insulin as though you're not a diabetic. God damnit God damn you Michael. She says she suddenly clenched teeth.

Paul Adelstein: I could have killed you. She suddenly furious and she's not sure who deserves it more. Him for his deception or her for ignoring her instincts.

Sarah Wayne Callies: He shakes his head. That wouldn't have happened. How the hell could you know that? He gives her a sad smile. Research. Remember speechless. She just glares at him and he quickly begins to [00:11:00] talk again.

Sarah Wayne Callies: Filling the silence between them. I needed daily access to the infirmary. He says his tone low and urgent. His eyes si silently pleading with her to listen to understand the drainage pipe beneath the grate in your office. Excuse me. I have a frog in my throat today. The drainage pipe beneath the grate in your office led directly to a storage room, and that room was able to be reached via a tunnel from the guard's room.

Sarah Wayne Callies: She stared at him stunned. She's heard all kinds of rumors about the scale of the escape plan, but to hear him talk about it in such a matter of fact manner is something altogether different. Goodness. I'm sure the last thing you want is a chemistry lesson, but I was treating the pipes beneath the drain in your office with a corrosive every day so that it would eventually be weak enough to be smashed through his glaze gaze, flicks away, then back again.

Sarah Wayne Callies: The infirmary window was always our way out. He [00:12:00] said his eyes once again burning to hers, but the only thing I planned to need from you was a daily shot. If she goes back to tending his burn, finding a small measure of distraction in the familiar movements of her hands. Finally, when the silence in the room is unbearable, she licks her dry lips and asks a question that's been at the top 10 list of things keeping her awake at night.

Sarah Wayne Callies: So all the smooth talk, all those cozy little chats, the words feel thick and tight in her throat. All those things you said to me, he looks down at his feet again. That was just me. He murmurs so quietly she can hardly hear him. That was just you and me.

Paul Adelstein: It was real Sarah, you and me. Her heart does an odd little lurch, much to her annoyance.

Paul Adelstein: What about my keys? She asks in his heart of voice as she can manage, determined not to herself, be bulldozed by his goddamn charm all over again. Summon must have noticed that pipe [00:13:00] beneath your office had corroded. They replaced it with a new segment that was two inches thick. He takes a deep breath. His back shifting beneath her touch, the infirmary was still our only way out.

Paul Adelstein: So I had to find another way into your office. She away, she shies away from the words. Another way, not wanting to discuss the kiss they'd shared in the infirmary, not now, not while he's half dressed and her hands are on him and her whole body is humming simply from being close to him. And of course when you say we, you're not just talking about you and Lincoln, are you?

Paul Adelstein: No. She tosses the bloody swab into the plastic dish on the table, no longer bothering to keep her voice low. Did it ever occur to you how I might feel when it came out exactly who I'd left that door open for? He flinches, although whether it's at her words or the volume of them, she has no idea. I'm sorry.

Paul Adelstein: I think we should take our break. You think, I mean, we're [00:14:00] 15 minutes in. I don't want to bore anybody. You wanna keep going?

Sarah Wayne Callies: Okay. No, we can, uh, we can pick up there and leave it on the cliffhanger of how much of a fight Michael and Sarah are gonna actually get into. I have to say I'm grateful to Ms. Shabi.

Sarah Wayne Callies: No, you

Paul Adelstein: are, you are nodding enthusiastically.

Sarah Wayne Callies: I like that. It's not a, like, oh my God, you're so hot that it's a little bit of a, uh, like

Paul Adelstein: have some, like you took me over.

Sarah Wayne Callies: Yeah. You got some splaining to do.

Paul Adelstein: Yeah.

Sarah Wayne Callies: Um. So if you wanna see how Michael, uh, talks his way outta this one.

Paul Adelstein: Yeah.

Sarah Wayne Callies: Or maybe they don't, maybe they don't. Maybe,

Paul Adelstein: maybe she kills him.

Sarah Wayne Callies: Well, we know that Lance has been mentioned and we know that Kellerman is in this. So maybe Sarah leaves in a huff and Lance slash Kellerman comes and I don't know. I dunno what's gonna happen.

Paul Adelstein: Um, all right. Please tune in next week for.

Paul Adelstein: Episode three of Safe House [00:15:00]

Sarah Wayne Callies: Shirtless Michael, angry Sarah Lincoln in the next room. What's the worst that could possibly happen?

Paul Adelstein: See you then.

Sarah Wayne Callies: Bye. What do you think, Paul? You wanna do some credits?

Paul Adelstein: Yeah, let's do some credits. Okay, great. Prison Breaking where Sarah and Paul is a caliber studio production.

Sarah Wayne Callies: Your hosts have been inmates, Sarah Wayne Callies, and Paul Adelstein.

Paul Adelstein: Our prison warden is producer Ben Haber.

Sarah Wayne Callies: Cutting us up in the yard are our brilliant interns, Ariel, Alyssa, and Cade. The

Paul Adelstein: front man of the jailhouse rock band is me, Paul Adelstein, who made the music, all the music.

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Paul Adelstein: Follow the show on YouTube and Instagram at Prison Brick Podcast or email us at pp podcast@caliberstudio.com.

Sarah Wayne Callies: Join the watch party and our Discord community through the Patreon link in the show notes wherever you're listening to right now. They're amazing.

Paul Adelstein: President. Breaking with Sarah and Paul has been a caliber [00:16:00] studio production. Thank you for listening.

Sarah Wayne Callies: Thank you for listening.