Thank you guys! I cant find what is wrong, but each time i post i get an error message, i've emailed fanfiction but not heard anything :-( my story will get lower and lower to the bottom of the PB stories...unless i create a new one that is the same story but i call it part 2 and see if it works?

Anyway...;-)

Daylight broke through the outhouse window waking Sara up. She was in the double bed, nothing on under the sheets and she moved her arm gently out to find that Michael wasn't there. A sudden fear came through her and she rose, pulling the sheet round her and looking up around the room. He wasn't there either. Then the sound of water running and she clutched the sheet to her chest, he was in the bathroom.

The door opened and Michael came out, but stopped and leaned against the door frame. He was shirtless, the scars from his first set of tattoos still clear. These other ones were only on his arms and hands. It may have been 7 years, however his physic was broader and stronger. He still had his side bandaged from the gash on his side.

She noticed his eyes run from one of her legs that was delicately positioned out from underneath the sheet, all along her body to her face.

"What?" she asked curiously, her hair was swept to the side and must have looked a mess.

He didn't say anything for a moment, instead just stared at her. It gave her tingles. Their rarely had time together when he would look at her the way he was right now, he cleared his throat, "Just admiring the view"

Sara felt herself blush, "Must have been since Fox River when you flirted with me like that"

Michael pushed himself off the door frame and walked towards her in the bed, "If i'd had known what was under that lab coat back then-"

"Oh yeah? What would you have done Scofield?" she questioned. Calling him by his last name reminded her so much of Fox River and their time together. She would usually use it when she felt like she was getting too close to him and wanted to detach herself emotionally from him. Something she struggled with daily. He always managed to draw her back in.

He sat down on the bed and faced her, "Think i would have got into a few more fights in the yard to get back in that infirmary"

Sara giggled and slowly moved off the bed with the sheet wrapped around her. Michael's hand went out and caught hers, "Where you going?"

She turned more to face him, she leaned down and kissed his gently. They stayed like that for a while before she pulled away and stroked his face, "I should get ready"

Michael still had a hold of her hand when she tried to pull away, "No" he smirked shaking his head and pulled her back. Pulling her on top of him, "orffphh"

"Oh please Michael, i probably weigh less then i did 7 years ago" she chuckled on top of him, "stop being a baby"

"Ahh," the smirk on her face disappeared when she looked down at him, "yeah your probably right. But i think i might have just pulled a stitch" it was only then she noticed one of his hands was holding his side.

"Oh my god Michael," she quickly got off him, tucking the sheet in under her arms and going to the cabinet with her medical supplies in, "i'm so sorry"

"Don't be sorry, we were having fun," he told her, moving up the bed and clutching his side, placing himself at the top of the headboard, "when's the last time we could say that?"

He was right. They rarely got a chance to be carefree and happy. Their time together was always so precious, "I only have numbing solution, i don't have anymore anaesthetic"

"It's fine Sara," he agreed and she made her way over to him, placing the vile of numbing agent into the needle. She pulled back the gauze and saw one had popped open and it was bleeding a little.

"This is going to sting" she told him.

"I have a high tolerance for pain. You know that" she stopped what she was doing and looked up, he had a smirk on his face. Saying the exact words he had used in the motel in Gila. He truly had been asking her to go with him to South America. But that fear of the unknown and trusting someone that had lied to her, she had left. Only to be caught by Kellerman...putting more doubt in her mind again about trusting him.

She however came back to the conversation and gave him a smile, "You already got me into bed Michael Scofield. There's no need to go down memory lane"

She inserted the needle into the skin around the cut, he hardly moved. Then she started to get the stitches ready. She felt Michael's eyes on her the whole time, "You still love it don't you?" he asked.

She nodded, "Of course i do Michael. It was my passion. It still is. I work now and again at a little clinic. Nothing big, but enough to still keep my love for it alive" she always felt herself get happier when she talked about practising medicine again, "i get to meet new people, help them, and sometimes," she placed the first stitch into Michael and started to go over what had already been there, "sometimes people i would never expect"

She looked up at Michael and he looked confused, "What do you mean?" Sara had realised he knew nothing about T-Bag visiting her at the clinic and wasn't sure it would be the right time, but as always Michael knew when something was wrong, "Sara" he gentle touched her wrist to stop her.

She sighed, "Michael you have to promise not to get upset"

Immediately that got his back up, "What is it?" his concern growing.

She sighed, "After Lincoln came to me with your picture," she took a breath remember that moment. Convinced it was photo shopped, "i honestly didn't believe him. But he told me who gave it to him" her eyes met Michael's and he was frozen looking at her, "not long after that, he visited me at the clinic," Michael still hadn't moved, he knew, "T-Bag"

She saw him swallow, but he wasn't blinking, slowly he raised his hand and caressed the side of her cheek. Running his finger over the place she still had a very tiny scar. The scar that T-Bag had left after he had slapped her in the loft before Michael rescued her. It was so small no one knew it was there. But Michael did. He was focused on that scar, gently touching it, "Promise me" the words caught in his throat, it was a low dark whisper, "promise me, he didn't touch you"

She was quick to assure him, "No he didn't. He told me about those people following me. He warned me. He only talked to me Michael"

Michael closed his eyes for a brief moment, "I don't know what i would have done if-"

"Hey, no, don't do that. Nothing happened. He left and said he didn't want to hurt me...in the end i believe it. I haven't seen him since" trying to make sure Michael didn't get upset over T-Bag being close to her again.

He shook his head, "You know when i sent that photo to him. I thought he would go to Kellerman or Linc...turns out i just let him to you" he sounded disappointed in himself.

"Focus on today Michael. The future. Nothing happened and im fine. If anything, him warning me made me more prepared for those people" she wasn't saying she was thankful to T-Bag, because she didn't think she ever could be. She looked down and placed the final stitch in.

"Thank you" he whispered, moving closer to her and kissing her gently.

Moments like this were what she had missed and craved for 7 years. Now they were going to be taken away again. He was the other half of her, missing all those years. She truly believed he completed her. Now what was around the corner, she was more scared then ever of losing that part of her again.