If you love me | Alex Mahone

Hiiii so I apologize for the delay between chapters. Depression + writer's block + college applications + job is not a good combination. Hopefully, I will be able to return to the usual schedule (random days every week). Thanks for reading :D

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Ifyou'll only say you love me still

Everything happened in slow motion. The blank paper sheets falling on the ground. The realization that all their effort was for nothing. The projectiles. The bullets. Alexander pulled Brie to the floor, placing himself on top of her. He was now the human shield. He never trusted Self, none of them did, but after he recovered Brad's body and he showed compassion towards Alexander situation with Wyatt, he wanted to believe that he was not a monster. Now they were left with no money, no freedom, no nothing. The only thing left to do was to escape. They managed to leave the warehouse after Lincoln deactivated the automatic weapon that Self had hidden to scare them away (or kill them).

'If Homeland knows where we're at, sooner or later they're coming for us.' Alexander was trying really hard to keep everyone walking, moving far away from that place.

'Then let them come. We didn't do anything wrong. We have deals.' Fernando was staring at the pieces of paper on the floor.

'No, we have paper. That's what Self left us. That's what we have. We gotta get out of here. I'm not talking about running, I'm talking about surviving.'

Throughout the exchange, Alexander was firmly grabbing Brie's arm. When the first gas bomb crashed through the window, his first instinct was to take her hand and run as fast as he could to keep her safe. He didn't know what was going to happen next, he only knew that he needed to escape. That's why he didn't notice how hard she was trying to free herself.

'Michael, what's on your mind?'

'I'll try to contact Gretchen and Self, see if it was them all along. On the meantime you all need to go to the location I'll provide and wait for my instructions. Linc, you come with me. Alex, a word?'

Alexander didn't want to have a word with Michael. Every moment they wasted talking was a moment they could use to be a few miles away. He didn't know why his first instinct was running: he had been in the military, the FBI, and an agent for the Company (much to his dislike). He had been before several powerful and dangerous people who wouldn't hesitate to put a bullet in his skull, so why was he a nervous wreck? The answer was probably the woman staring back at him with a wrinkle between her brows.

Turns out, he was wrong. He knew where that was coming from. The same feeling had taken hold of him: the same feeling he felt when Pam was pregnant with Cameron, when his son was born, when he learned about Shales, when the Company started threatening him and his family... protect at all costs. It was a different situation, though. Pam and Cameron couldn't defend themselves. Brie, despite not wanting to hurt anybody anymore, could still keep up with a fight if she needed to. She didn't need protection. But he wanted to protect her, because she held such a large and important place in his life, that if anything, no matter how small, happened to her, he would be unable to live with it. Yes, that was the only option, the only thing that should matter to him.

'What did Michael say?' Her tone was monotonous, with a hint of annoyance, just like the one she used to have whenever he messed up.

'He's taking care of everything. He's sending us far. Sucre, Sara, you and me... we are getting bus tickets to somewhere out of state.'

'What?'

'We are leaving.'

'You are leaving. I am staying.'