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fichtner-fics · 11 months

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Guarantee

Warnings: your heart will MELT

A/N: Oh look, a shiny new Alexander Mahone fanfiction blurb!

I hope everyone is well and has the strength to get through everything going on in the world.

Guess what! I've started rewatching Prison Break for the fourth time, so I have the best of intentions for writing more in the future! It's very exciting, I'm still able to discover new and new aspects, new moments that I hadn't noticed or given much importance to before.

(Just for context, in case it's not clear; Y/N and Alex are already close in this little piece, but what's between them hasn't been named yet… But after this…😉)

Now, enjoy your reading, and THANK YOU!

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"Sarah, they're still here, aren't they?" I asked in a rush as I hurried past the woman at her desk. She lifted her head but looked at me with question marks in her eyes. "The boys. They didn't leave?" I added.

"Oh, uh, no. Alex and Mike just went out, Linc is still in there somewhere."

"Thanks," I called out, and hurried off after them.

Fortunately, I didn't have to look around much once I had opened the huge metal gate. Michael was walking towards a police car, but Mahone was standing at the threshold between the shadows cast by the building and the sunny sidewalk, his head cast down. His blue police uniform shone in the early afternoon air; and something inside me shook as he stood there, so purely, so officially.

"Alexander," I said as I finally drew closer to him. He immediately looked up at me, and a kind smile spread across his lips in the same time.

I quickened my pace and without warning jumped into his neck when I reached him. Alex took a step back in surprise, but after the initial shock, he wrapped one arm tightly around my waist. He put his other hand on the back of my head and sighed heavily.

"What brings you here?" he whispered, so quietly that only the two of us could hear.

"I didn't want you to leave without wishing you luck," I replied, just as softly.

I felt him bury his head in my neck. I let the moment drag on for long before stepping back onto the concrete, of course blushing hard. Alex moved with me, and as he helped me find my balance, he positioned himself so that his lips were only inches from mine. It was my turn to get surprised. I rested my palm on his broad chest; I couldn't resist smiling any longer.

"Wait," I breathed against his soft skin. I pulled away in fear of giving in to temptation. "Let this be the guarantee. That you'll come back in one piece, unharmed. Alive."

I connected my gaze to his sparkling blue eyes, which in return bounced up and down between my eyes and mouth. At last Mahone's lips melted into a soft smile.

"I'll come back to you," he said firmly.

His promise became his final words, for Lincoln opened the wide iron gate at that exact moment, ready for their next adventure. I had my back to him, so I couldn't see the look on his face when he saw our silhouettes intertwined, but Mahone's eyes fell with his cheeks blushing.

"Good luck," I grinned broadly at him, stroking his cheek softly. After we let go of each other and the car drove off with the three men in it, I watched them for a long moment.

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fichtner-fics · 2 years

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No Good in Goodbye (Alex Mahone)

Warnings: consuming alcohol, missing your oved one af

A/N: HELLO BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE, I brought you a brand new story!! I hope you’ll enjoy it! Also, I posted it on AO3, where I upload quite often my mostly Criminal Minds related fanficions; if you love that series too, and you want to read something Reid and Hotchner related, click here and enjoy them as well ✨

[gif is not mine as usual<3]

My fingers slowly danced along the edge of the cold, now empty glass while my thoughts were spinning. Another day in the office, another day with shitty tasks, and another day to go home to an empty building. I couldn't bear the loneliness of my apartment, so instead of going home, I visited a bar nearby.

It was one of the hardest type-o-nights. When I missed Alex more than the other days. Missed him so much, that I even tried to ring his cell during the afternoon. The result was the same as it had been for months; my call went to voicemail, where Mahone's firm voice asked to leave a message. I was very well aware of that, so I tried either way.

After we somehow managed to live through his imprisonment in Sona, his escape brought no relief. Since they managed to escape, the FBI and the Company, for obvious reasons, were on their trail. I haven't seen or heard about him for… almost half a year. And what was most maddening of it all - there was no one, no one in the universe to ask about him. They mustn’t contact the outside world, or they could get easily busted. Even though I totally understood it, my understanding didn't soothe the void that was eating me up from the inside.

"Is this seat taken?" a man suddenly asked from somewhere behind me. I snapped my head as I was caught off-guard by the firm male voice. I took a quick glance at the person, but I couldn't see his face anyway; he was wearing a hat, deeply pulled into his face, sunglasses covering his eyes. "Sorry, it's a bit crowded here," he explained. I remained silent but nodded a tiny towards the chair in question.

The man seated himself, but I couldn't return to my previous thoughts. I felt a bit confused. Nobody was around us, so I didn't understand the explanation at all, but for some inexplicable reason, I didn't feel myself in immediate danger. From the corner of my eye, I took another look at the man. He was just sitting there, head lowered, looking at maybe his arms that were laying on the counter.

"Can I get you anything, sir?" the bartender approached him.

"Two whiskeys, please," he answered lowly. "One for the lady," he added. A weak smile appeared in the corner of the guy's mouth, but he nodded and left to deliver the order.

I frowned. At this point, I started to get anxious. I visibly turned towards the man, now fixating on him without shame, hoping he'll notice me and say… anything. As I was watching him, a thought started to form in the back of my brain. He felt suddenly… familiar somehow. I couldn't explain why, but I felt I had to know him from somewhere.

"Cheers," the bartender said as he placed the two glasses in front of them. I shook my head a bit to regain my senses. I almost spoke up and asked if I knew him, but before I could say anything, the unknown man reached for a glass, and I saw his hand.

The hand which I held countless times. The hand which caressed my face, held my waist and danced on my skin. The hand which held guns, arrested criminals and fought with demons.

The hand, which I knew better than my own.

I wasn't able to move. All my body froze as I realized why I wasn't afraid. Who he was.

My jaw slowly dropped, tears ran into my eyes, and a lump formed in my throat. I slowly reached out as well, unable to speak, to carefully touch the back of that so-loved hand. I drew a breath to say his name, to say anything, to whisper into the air, but he spoke up faster than I could begin.

"Don't," he asked. "We'll have to find a safer space," he added.I slowly caught my hand back while I nodded quickly, even though the man hadn't looked at me ever since. I would literally do or give anything just to have even one minute alone with him.

I watched numbly as he drank out his whiskey in one sip, then followed his example. The strong liquid burned my throat and made me flinch, leaving my lips numb. He slammed the table with a ten-dollar bill under his palm, then turned towards me. I waited for his signs, cause I had no idea what he had on his mind.

This time he was the one who carefully stroked the back of my hand, and I truly anticipated him entangling his fingers between mine. When that happened, I felt at home again.

"Just follow, please," he asked simply.

He led us to the shore; we walked under the pier that stretched out into the sea, among the wooden pilings where no one had been. There was some kind of fair going on up there, all the people flocking there instead of the cool, wet, dark beach.

"Okay, that's enough" I heard him murmur. I didn't notice that he had stopped, so when I wanted to keep walking, he reached to my wrist and pulled me back a little. That made me spin, and the next second I found myself right between his two arms. He lifted me from the ground with the same motion, making me clasp his body with my thighs like a koala bear. As I put my arms around his neck, I buried my face between there and his shoulder. I didn't cry, I didn't speak, I didn't do anything for minutes besides just squeezing my eyes shut and holding onto him as tightly as if my life depended on it.

"Oh my God," I heard him breathing right into my ear. I sighed deeply.

We had been a couple for almost four years when he decided to join Scofield and his brother to help them take down the Company. I knew what his job had always meant to him, and how dedicated he was all the time, but… it was safe to say that nothing could have prepared me for anything we were to live through. These were the most complicated, most terrible, most painful months of my life that I had to spend without him.

"You're here" I muttered finally, still in disbelief.

"I'm here" he answered. I felt him nodding slowly, then pulling away a bit. He carefully placed me back into the sand on my feet, while holding straight eye contact. We didn't let each other go anyway; his hands remained resting on my hips, while mine kept on holding his neck.

As I was standing chest-to-chest in front of him, I swept the hat off his head to reveal the face I loved the most in the whole wide world. His eyes were glittering bluer than ever, but beyond that, everything had changed. Black pockets sat under them, his whole face was thin, and the wrinkles on his forehead multiplied. My lips parted to say something, to say anything, but no words, no sounds left my tongue. I was unable to speak, too stunned, too shaken to do so. I carefully cupped his cheek with my right; electricity ran through my body as I wasn't able to hold him for months.

"Alex," I muttered, being raised on my tiptoes by then. I didn’t even wait for his answer, my lips immediately found his, just to melt together in a sad kiss. In a sad, long-desired, feather-light kiss.

"You're shaking, love" Mahone breathed on my skin, after we pulled away for a few inches.

"Are you okay?" I asked, not hearing his question. His well-being and health were the most important, everything else was secondary. I couldn't see any scratches, cuts, bruises, or grazes on his skin, but that didn't mean much.

"I'm okay," Alex nodded. "We’re with the Homeland Security. They take good care of us" he tried to joke, but I was just feeling too much to appreciate it. I pulled him back instead; he pressed his forehead to mine, while his palm drew slow circles on my back.

"How did you know?" I murmured.

"The bartender" Mahone answered just as low. "A few weeks ago I asked him to notify me whenever he sees you," he explained.

"Once an FBI agent, remains an FBI agent" I sighed.

"Tell me everything" Alex pulled away, and looked in my eye. "Everything that happened to you, what I had to miss. The details of your weekdays, weekends, holidays" he whispered emotionally. "We don't have so much time and I want to know it all" Alex smiled at me; his beam was quite broad, I almost believed that everything really was alright.

"Can we get a few hours?" I asked desperately either way. "Just a few, alone in some empty apartment, or in a park, whe-"

"We can't, love" he shook his head simply.

"You can't go back into the void," I pleaded with wide eyes. Did he want to leave again? After a visit this short? "I won't survive another… f-five months without you" I shook my head quickly, not seeing a thing because of the tears in my eyes by then.

"We have to finish what we started. This is just one job. One final job, then we're free" Mahone put his two hands under my chin to reinforce his words. My gaze was jumping from one of his sky-blue eyes to another in the hope of reading anything out of them.

"Take me with you then" I offered suddenly, with full honesty. If one thing, that was true that I would follow him to the end of the world.

"I'm not taking you with me" Alex stated firmly, right after I finished my sentence.

"I could help you" I tried to argue, but he just tenderly brushed his thumb along my lower lip.

"Do you trust me? Honey, do you trust me?" he repeated as I didn't answer for long seconds.

"With my life" I murmured under my nose.

"Then trust me in this one too. We will find a way" he emphasized every word, then nodded encouragingly at the end. I sighed deeply. I believed him, but it was just too much.

I used up all my words, so the next right thing seemed to silently hug the man in front of me, and let all my anxiety, and frustration out into the embrace. My arms snaked around his torso almost so strong that I was afraid of suffocating him. Alex didn’t seem to be bothered though; as I ducked my head into his shirt somewhere around his collarbones, he pressed light kisses on my temple.

"Aren't you cold?" he asked some minutes later. I just shook my head.

"I don't want you to disappear again" I murmured on his skin.

"I will come back to you" he tried to encourage, but I was too invested for that.

"Yeah, in person or in a coffin?" I snapped, maybe a bit harsher than I intended to. I felt Alex sighing, and after a few seconds' break, he tenderly made me straighten up.

"Do you know that payphone that is right in front of the mall?" he scanned my face. I nodded slowly, cautiously. "Be there every other Saturday, at two pm, when the crowd is at its highest. I'll try to call you…" When he said those words, my heart skipped a beat and my ears went deaf. I basically didn't hear anything after this half-sentence, but I tried to focus as hard as it was possible. "... but I can't promise anything. Are you listening?" Alex tried to make me concentrate, but I was only able to stare up at him thankfully. "No, you're not, I lost you, I see that," Mahone laughed in a low voice. He nudged his nose to mine lovingly when my palm reached to the back of his neck.

"Would you really do that?" I asked back, still in disbelief.

"Of course, my love" he whispered.

Silence fell between us again. I was slowly caressing the tiny hair on the nape of his neck. When his gaze jumped from my eyes to my lips, then fell to the ground, I knew it was time.

"I have to go, baby" he breathed.

I made him lower his head, and when Alex did so, I pressed my lips onto his - maybe my heart thought it could make him stay.

"I need you to close your eyes" he continued, pulling back. I lightly shook my head, but I knew that it wasn't worth fighting against. I stared deeply into his beautiful blue eyes again, to which he responded with a light caress on my face. "Count to ten, and promise me that you won't peak," he asked quietly, but seriously.

"Will you really call?" I asked desperately, for the millionth time.

"I promise to do everything to be able to" he nodded just as firmly as before. As my eyelids slowly fell, I felt teardrops running down my face. I suddenly felt a warm breath on my face, that made me forget everything.

"I love you so much," Mahone murmured onto my lips. I felt him place a slow, tender kiss on my mouth.

It was replaced by the cold breeze after a few seconds. I didn't count until ten; I opened my eyes after six, but the shore was empty. I was standing alone under the wooden bridge, a few footprints leading into the water.

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