Mr. Robot Fanfic

Chapter 17

Sarah

     I watched them take him away.
     But it was the fleeting glance that I had with him before he was taken: the look in his eyes that said "I deserve this, this is my punishment, I'm just going to have to accept the consequences for my actions" that caught my attention.
     What did he do?
     I heard the police officer say he was being arrested for "Theft and improper use of a computer", which then made me paranoid. I wanted to turn way from the scene, but something about seeing Elliot taken out of the apartment with the police caused me to stop. I wanted to go to him and try to talk the police out of arresting him and arrest me instead, or even arrest me to be with him, but I panicked. Now there was nothing I could do.
     I stay in my apartment every single day, but I begin to miss him. I feel myself pining for him.
     Elliot.
     At nights, I find myself continuing to listen to my dad's song and hoping to hear Elliot chime in from next door, but nothing happens.
     I long to hear the door open and shut, signaling his return.
     But nothing happens.
     Finally, after days and days of pining for him, I leave my apartment and go to the police station, where I ask if he's there.
     "Yes, Mr. Alderson is here, but you can't see him right now. You can come back in an hour to see him," the officer at the front desk replies.
     So I return in an hour.
     "Mr. Alderson, you have a visitor," the guard states as he brings Elliot out to me.
     At the first glance of him, my heart lurches and my stomach erupts with butterflies. I haven't seen him in so long, so seeing him now brings relief to me.
     He sees me and the ghost of a smile is back on his face.
     "Hi, Sarah," he says.
     And just like that, I'm grinning like a schoolgirl.
     "I've missed you so much, Elliot," I say to him as he sits across from me.
     "I've missed you too, Sarah," he says.
     And then I feel a twinge of sadness. This isn't Elliot. I mean, yes, I'm looking at him. This is Elliot, but it's not... Elliot.
     He looks different. They say prison does that to a man, but he does not look like himself.
     In fact, he looks a little... high.
     This doesn't surprise me. I know about his drug problem (Webcam watching). But it just doesn't seem like him. He seems to be a little off in the way that he's talking to me more and seems a little more enthusiastic about life. I make a mental note to check on that later.
     He's talking, but I'm not exactly paying attention. Okay, I guess I am. I'm paying more attention to his perfect pink lips and how much I want to reach across this table and kiss him right now, but I can't. First of all, he has that issue with people touching him. And we're in a prison, so that wouldn't sit well with the wardens or the guards. In fact, I might get taken out of here.
     "Sarah?"
     Shoot. He's talking to me again. I have to pretend I heard him.
     "So, when do you think you'll be getting out of here?" I ask him, hoping I don't sound too eager.
     "I was told today that it might be a few more days, and then I promise I'll be home." He smiles at me.
     I smile back, but feel that twinge of sadness again.
     I can't wait to get my Elliot back.