here is yet another fic written in mid-season 1. i've been putting off posting it here because it has several chaps, and i have to convert all of them to wordpad in order to post on this site, and, well...i'm lazy. but now i've gotten to it! enjoy, plz R&R!!

i do not own Prison Break or any of its affiliates.

--Nik

He was sure Sucre thought he was asleep--he certainly LOOKED dead to the world. Michael lay in his bunk, unmoving, staring at the backs of his eyelids. He looked asleep, but he was far from it.

Today was the day. Tonight they would make their escape, and Lincoln would be fine. Safe. Alive. Everything was to go off without a hitch.

Michael was confident about it. But there was still one thing that bothered him. For the first time in awhile, he actually had time to think about it.

It wouldn't be long before his appointment with Dr. Tancredi.

His last appointment.

He thought about her often, when he wasn't thinking about the plan. Now, lying there in a silent cell, his thoughts of her seemed to consume him.

She was intriguing. He had never met a woman like her before, and he wasn't entirely sure what it was that made her stick out among the women he'd known throughout his life.

Michael was still relatively young, in his early 30s, but he'd had his share of relationships. Women loved him. He still had no clue why. Lincoln always said girls found his silent demeanor attractive.

"They dig the strong, silent type. Don't you watch movies?"

Whatever the reason, he'd courted many a girl since the age of 13. Even then they had gushed.

Only a few had lasted past one month, and among those only two had lasted past eight or ten.

He'd loved a few of them, but most of the time, it was they who ended the relationship. They all either found interest in another or realized they really didn't like the strong, silent type as much as they originally thought. That was fine with him.

Only one woman had made him consider a permanent commitment, and she'd left him two years ago, claiming he was "distancing himself" from her.

Actually, he was. He was too busy coming up with the plan to get Lincoln out of Fox River.

Out of all the women he'd known, Sara Tancredi was the first to completely get his attention. She was the first to distract his thoughts, plague his mind, enter his dreams.

And he wasn't even dating her. The had no relationship to speak of, other than that of a doctor and her patient.

Of course, it didn't take him long to start wishing that they had something more.

The thought startled him. Sure he'd flirted with her, made sly insinuations about them, and even made gestures of kindness and caring towards her-hell, he'd saved her from being raped out of her mind by a bunch of horny cons.

But to wish wholeheartedly that they could be together was something he hadn't expected to feel.

Michael suddenly felt sick. His stomach tightened, and a slow fear crept over him. Any minute now he would be face to face with her.

For the last time.

She was different. She made him dread saying goodbye to her. What was worse, was that she would never know he was saying goodbye. To her, this appointment would be just like any other.

And to him, it would be a moment in his life he would want to wish away.

There was a slight hope of seeing her again, outside of the prison.

After proving Lincoln's innocence, he could find her, and explain himself.

And she would probably tell him to never come near her again.

"Scofield! Wake up and get moving, it's shot time!"

Michael's eyes shot open at Bellick's voice.

This was going to suck.