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Michael turned on the radio and pumped up the volume without looking at them. He grabbed annoyed the car wheel and looked firmly into the road.

Lincoln and Sara shut up instantly giving each other a hateful look before concentrating their attention on Michael.

-Are you ok, bro? – asked Lincoln concerned.

- I will when both of you stop behaving like idiots. I have a lot of things to worry about already so could you just give me a break and shut the fuck up! – said gazing first to Lincoln and then to Sara thru the rear-view mirror.

Less than three hours at the car with them and he was already going insane. He needed to plan how to get the five millions back from the odious hands of T-Bag. He couldn't dare with the bullshit Sara and Linc were throwing constantly to each other since they were on the run together. He didn't want to think why they were being such a pain in the ass. He needed his mind clear, he needed to think, and he needed silence… They were running out of time and he still didn't have a good plan to go.

-Sorry, Mike... -said Lincoln –It's just that… it was better when we were –he turned around looking at Sara – alone.

-You were nicer when you were locked in Fox River. – Sara replied looking away from Lincoln.

-Well –Lincoln voice filled with abhorrence - you were the idiot who did leave the door unlocked for me.

-Could you please STOP!. – Michael stopped abruptly the car and faced them. Tension spread all over his body. – I can't stand it any longer, ok? Stop! You will have a lot of time to hurt each other at Panama so please WAIT!

Sara and Lincoln didn't even open their mouths to say sorry. He started the engine again knowing the silence will be broken soon. He should do something with those two. He needed to be alone to think, it was the only way he could start focusing on his plan.

He has always been a patient man; even since the very first moment he had come up with the plan to save his brother's life. But now, away from those days in Fox River, Lincoln and Sara seemed to have a plan in common… trying Michael's patience, by arguing and turning the journey into a real torture.

Lincoln was the one to break the silence again.

- I don't know you two, buddies, but I'm stinking out- he leaned back a little on the seat- Why don't we make a stop, you know, just to take a shower and eat something?-.

Sara looked at him for a second, and then she turned her eyes towards Michael.

- For the very first time I agree with your brother, Michael- she said running her slim fingers through her brown hair.

Michael gave a hint of a smile.

- Ok, I think you're right- he said finally and a deathly silence reigned one more time.

- We'd like two rooms; please- said Michael while the motel's receptionist tried to find his eyes under the blue peaked cap.

- Well, how long will you stay?-.

- Just one night- he answered tersely.

- Right. Here you are-the young man gave him the keys and Michael fled as fast as he could go.

Lincoln and Sara were waiting for him inside the car.

- Come on!- Michael's words sounded like an order.

Sara got off and Lincoln did the same.

- We got two rooms- said Michael waving the keys.

- Ok, that's easy, bro- Lincoln snatched the keys out of Michael's hand- You can take one room for yourself and Sara and I will share the other one, hehe-.

Michael got the damn keys back.

- Stop kidding, Linc!-.

- All right, all right, Mike, but… why don't we listen to the doc?- he stared at Sara- What do you think?-.

Sara gave him a withering look and that was the only answer the two brothers got from her.

Sara let the fresh water wet her face and stayed there, looking at her thru the mirror. The moment when she took the keys away from Michael suddenly came to her, and a smile played around her lips.

She had won the first battle against Michael and Lincoln, but Sara was aware she'd come off worst. She couldn't get any good from that extreme situation. Running away with two of the most wanted men wasn't on her plans.

Sara turned the light off and left the small bathroom; then she flopped into the bed and tried to close her eyes.

" How the hell did I end up this way?" she blamed herself " Why did I leave the damn door open?"

Sara had thought she was doing the right thing, helping Michael to save his brother, but she wasn't expecting that someone like T-Bag was a piece of Michael's plan.

She felt used and she won't ever forgive him… Michael had always lied to her just to get his own way.

She believed they're not going to see each other again and now, in spite of everything, Sara learnt she had no option… her own life was in danger and Michael Scofield was her only way out.

- Linc, please, just give me a break!- Michael begged.

Lincoln put both hands into the pockets of his blue jeans.

- Sorry, bro, it's just that your doc gets on my nerves… you know she ain't supposed to be here-.

Michael shot him an inquisitive glance.

- So… according to you I should left Sara to her fate, right?-.

Lincoln stood there, staring at his brother without a word.

- You think she could get us into more trouble- Michael said.

Lincoln wanted to tell him what he really thought about taking Sara with them, but it wasn't the right moment to do it. He knew Michael didn't need another problem on his head. Besides, it would be a waste of time, he was aware of Michael's feelings and how important Sara was for him. Then he left Michael alone and unwillingly he headed to Sara's room, talking to her was the other thing he must do. He knocked twice before getting any response.

-Who is it?

-Linc – he said in a weary tone. Sara opened the door not letting him get in. Her face wasn't exactly a welcoming one.

-What do you want? – He didn't feel like explaining to her in the middle of the hallway.

-Beer?- He showed her the pair of bottles he had bought improvising the best smile he could.

-With you? No way!– Sara glared at him. Lincoln felt again how easy all his body fluids reacted against that woman. He clenched his teeth.

-Well, I don't see Michael asking you, do you? – Sara tried to close the door but before she made it Lincoln stopped her.

-Let me in! – he ordered in a low voice, staring at her with one of his hands grabbing the beers and the other one, keeping the door open. He could have just come inside if he wanted to but he was trying to deal with her like civilized people would do. Sara finally gave up ¿and letting? him in.

-What's with you? – He said with a frown. Sara moved aside as he left the beers over the sideboard.

-Look who's talking! – she answered with scornfully .

-See? There's no end to this… - Lincoln declared with his arms folded - And obviously it's not a sexual thing, right? – he said looking firmly to Sara making sure she wasn't going that way.

She just lost it.

-Of course you…! – Sara yelled at his face.

-Hey… uo, uo … easy girl… easy…! - Lincoln moved forward to Sara trying to calm her down a little – come on! … you knew it was just a joke.

He enjoyed watching how Sara settled down and her features get relaxed

-I know but… I don't know, you just drive me mad, Linc – Sara replied bowing her head.

-Yeah, I know. Same thing happens to me when you're around. I can't stop picking on you. I try to make it kind of funny but it turns out wrong… - explained Lincoln helpless giving her the first friendly look – What are we gonna do about it? Because unfortunately, Michael wants you to go with us, you know?- he winked at her.

-Are you jealous, Linc? I mean, because you ain't longer the only one he's saving?-.

Sara wanted to find Linclon's weak point.

-No, not jealous… just worried 'cause looks harder to me to get what we want with one more in the team. – he said to her with downcast eyes.

-Oh, I get it.

-Tell you what? No more bitching around Michael. If we have the need, we'll wait until we are both alone and if the need is too strong we'll manage to be out of his sight, ok?-.

-Sounds good to me.

They shaked hands with true smiles on their faces. Sara let go Lincoln hand right away.

- I guess I should take back these beers and take off – said Lincoln bringing one hand over his head not very sure of what to do next.

- Or… I could have some, maybe?

Not believing what she just said Linc thought it was not bad to give it a try.

-Ok, let's see, here you are – Lincoln passed her the beer, which was still cold.

Sara seated cross legged on the bed and Lincoln layed his back against the headboard. An awkward silence invaded the room. Both were tongue-tied and they downed the beer in one gulp.

-Can I ask you a personal question?

-Nope – answered Sara rolling her eyes exchanging a glance with him.

-Ain't you afraid of coming with us, you know, with everyone waiting to kill us around the corner and that?, don't you think you'll be safer by your own?-.

-Now that we have started being friends do you want to convince me to go?

There was a knock at the door.

-Sara, are you there? – they heard Michael's voice thru the wood.

-Sure, come in.

-Hi bro – Lincoln waved to Michael.

-Hey, I though you couldn't stand each other – a big question mark was hanging over his face.

Lincoln and Sara's eyes met.

-We are working on it – Lincoln said while Sara revealed a smile.

Lincoln recognized the look displayed on Michael's eyes. It was time for him to left them alone. He stood up and beer in hand took Sara's empty bottle from the ground showing her a mischievous smile. Michael kept staring at Sara undisturbed by his brother's moves. The sound of the door getting shut from behind him made Michael react approaching to where Sara sat. Michael took place close to her making the mattress sink a little in his direction. Sara felt the tickling dizziness effects from had taken the drink too fast. The moment Michael placed his right hand on her knee all the alcohol evaporated. She fixed her eyes on his hand and her breath grew warmer. Sara didn't know what to expect from the blue of his eyes.

- How are you feeling, Sara? – She didn't answered back

- I'm sorry for how things had turned up with Lincoln and…and… with me – Michael end up the phrase closing his eyes.

-You are always sorry, Michael. I'm tired of that. – Couldn't he see that all she wanted were his hugs and not his apologies?

-Sorr.. uh… - He remained still, not a word or a move. Sara couldn't buy any more.

-Come on Michael, you do have to have something more inside you than this "I'm sorry" thing, don't you? – Of course he had but at this moment he couldn't let himself be dominated by those feelings. He had to maintain focused on the escape from the country… After that, he would truly show Sara how much more he had to offer.

Sara stood up from the bed and place herself in front of Michael. Sara wanted him to know she was waiting for an answer she wasn't gonna let him slip away from as he used to do.

He looked at her in the eyes. Sara's knees touched the edge of the bed between his legs. She felt drunk with power looking at him from above. Michael seemed an aching lost soul gawking at her. It was clear as day he was restraining his feelings, his words, his heart... He said her a lot with his beautiful blue eyes but she wanted to see the acts, hear the words… He even opened his eager mouth to talk… Sara waited for the words to come but unexpectedly he swiftly grabbed both of her legs right under her buttocks and rested his head on her belly.

The whole situation turned upside down on her. Sara stopped breathing. She felt faint. She grabbed Michael's head with both hands avoiding her to fall and the caresses started.

Hers on his hair, his on her legs.

Hers on both sides of his neck, his in the inside of her legs.

Her hands came up pulling his head up to make him look at her in the eyes and his hands ran fast to sit on the cheeks of her ass.

Both swallowed hard and stare into each other's desire catching their breaths.

-Give me some time Sara, - he pleaded in a whisper – please… This whole situation will end up soon and then... and then we…

-Don't ever leave me again Michael

-I won't.

And he embraced her with passion, his safe arms around her waist, his legs laid against hers. She covered him back, finally getting her so waited hug.

Michael opened his eyes like if he hadn't been sleeping at all. He saw 5:00 am displayed on the alarm clock he hadn't use. He stayed still under the sheets until he heard the soft snores coming from the deeps of his brother's throat. When his eyes got used to the darkness of the room he stepped out of the bed and with a slim smile on his lips got dressed without making any noise. After he was done Michael went to Lincoln's side and left something over the little bedside table. His brother slept like a log, one of his legs was all tangled up with the covers exposing the most part of his body.

Michael opened the door just the necessary for him to get outside and block with his figure the morning light from entering the room. He closed softly the door behind him. His steps were soundless when he passed by Sara's door. Michael stood there for a second and then kept walking towards the car. The local road was totally empty and the only car around was a light blue truck parked in front of the roadside bar. The sun hadn't rise yet on the horizon but the first lights of the day were already covering the landscape tactfully. As soon as he felt himself alone in the side road knew that it was gonna be the quiet day he expected and therefore productive. That was one of the two things he needed, the other one was the money T-Bag had taken from them.

Sara was leaving the bathroom when she saw it. A piece of paper under the door. She knew it was a message from Michael as soon as she picked it up from the ground. With trembling hands, Sara opened the origami figure Michael had left for her.

" I needed to do something… don't worry, I'll be back before night calls. Take care

Michael"

Sara read those words more than once. Michael couldn't have done it again! He had left her one more time, right now, when she needed him the most. Sara crumpled the note with her hand as she went off. She strode purposefully towards Michael and Lincoln's room.

She knocked the door, but nobody came. The second time she knocked stronger. Sara's patience was running out when the fuck/fucking door was finally opened.

- What the hell is goin' on?- Lincoln complained looking at her with sleepy eyes.

Sara was speechless; Lincoln was just wearing a pair of black boxers. She was a doctor and seeing half-naked men around wasn't a big deal, but she couldn't avert her eyes from him. Lincoln's shapely body was like a magnet for her. She tried to focus on his face, but when she realized he was staring at her mockingly, she regretted to.

- So… you will tell me what you want at…- he took a look at his watch- … at seven o'clock or you just will stay there gazing at me?-.

Sara looked daggers at him. That guy was absolutely a pain in the ass.

- You should read this- she said open the origami piece out.

Lincoln held it and their fingers came into contact. It was just a careless touch but Sara could feel a shiver running down her spine.

- He's gone- Lincoln said after reading Michael's message.

- What are we gonna do now?- Sara needed an answer right away.

- Sara… you'd better get in… somebody could see us, you are in the middle of the hallway talking to a half-naked man…-.

Sara knew he was right. She came in and Lincoln stood aside to let her pass.

- What do you think?- he asked leaning his back on the door.

Sara started to get tense, the room was in semidarkness and having Lincoln in his undies wasn't a big help.

- What's wrong with you? Have you listen what I'm saying?.

Sara seemed to react with Lincoln's words.

- Yes, of course I have! You were yelling!-.

- Ok, ok, here you come again!- Lincoln was aware the truce wouldn't last much longer.

Sara folded her arms. She felt exposed, cooped up, 'cause Lincoln didn't stop scanning her.

- Why did he take off?- Sara asked raising the voice.

- I don't know… he didn't say a fuck thing on the paper, did he?-.

Sara looked down gritting her teeth.

- Maybe you should make something to hold on to him- Lincoln said walking towards her.

Sara looked up. She was blinded with rage.

- You bastard!- she claimed pointing her finger at him- How can you say that?-.

Lincoln didn't say a word.

- Michael is your brother… you had to take care of him!- she smiled- but what I'm saying? You ain't capable of taking care of yourself!-.

Lincoln came closer and immediately after he grabbed Sara by her arm.

- Let me go!- she screamed trying to get loose.

- Are you sure? 'Cause your eyes aint' telling me the same … and eyes never lie- Lincoln said in a low voice dangerously near Sara's ear.

She could feel his tepid breath on her neck. She hoped the rigidity of her body go unnoticed. When she thought he finally let her go, Lincoln held her tightly round her waist. The muscles of his chest were touching her cheekily and the hand Lincoln leaned on Sara's back was burning her skin.

She tried to escape, her body was revealing against her and she wanted to stop before it would be too late for regrets. It was in vain; Lincoln didn't mean to let her off.

The smell of his after-shave lotion filled Sara's senses and when Lincoln looked at her face again she could realized he was feeling the same. His eyes sparkled with desire.

Lincoln gazed intently at her wet lips. Sara closed her eyes. Next step was a kiss, at least that was Sara thought, but everything changed in just one second.

Lincoln pushed her aside and walked away.

- Get out!-.

Sara stood motionless gazing at Lincoln, who was turning his back on her. She looked for the door handle. Her body was still trembling when she fled from Lincoln's room.

To be continued...