A/N : Yes, yes, I know...I'm an obsessed girl who HAS to start a new story every time she finishes one. But this idea has been stuck in my head for a while now, ever since I saw the movie 'If only'. Basic idea : What if you could do a day all over again? There is a HINT of character death in this, But DON'T worry. I once told someone that I would never ever have the heart to kill off a character! Esp not Michael or Sara.

The day can be repeated. Destiny can be altered! But that's for the next chapter. Right now : The day.

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PS: a big thank you to Laura-az, who has helped me with this...Girl, I know I am stubborn...but I hope you like it. This is for you.

"What do you think the chances are?"

"It's really up to her. Either she fights and lives, or she…quits and dies."

They were gone from the room before they could see her smile.

Michael. Michael's face, Michael's smile...Michael's kiss. His voice whispering to her, uttering her senior quote the first day he met her. The flashes of images passed in front of her closed eyes and her ears that had heard nothing but a terrible buzzing for days now heard the sound she had secretly wanted to hear.

And then he called out to her. His voice, though soft, called her name in a way that sent shivers down her spine.

Sara opened her eyes and breathed in deeply.

Her mouth formed his name around the tube and she coughed. Out. She needed to...get this out.. Her disoriented hand flew behind her and she searched fervently for the alarmbell.

It took the nurse twelve seconds to race into her room. She took one look at the monitor and clucked her tongue. "Eaaasy now, Miss Tancredi, you're alright..." Her old brown eyes looked at her, concern clearly written in them. Her hand travelled to Sara's hair and she left it there for a while, the warmth spreading through the tired body. "I need you to do something for me..."

Wait for me?

"I need you to calm down...You can say whatever it is that you need to say so badly afterwards." Nurse Maggie gave her a small smile. "But first, we need to get this tube out of you. Bet you'd like that huh?"

Sara nodded. Yes, please.

"Deep breath. And...cough." The patient closed her eyes tightly and tried to control her body when it shook. The nurse shushed her quietly and removed the tube easily. Next, she reached for the glass of water that stood beside the bed and helped Sara take small sips. "Now," she smiled, "doesn't that feel better?"

A soft laugh answered her. "Much." Sara turned her pained head to look around the room. She winced when she heard a small crack. Her fingers felt the back of her neck and... The things that had happened came rushing back to her. She let go of her neck and pulled up her sleeve instead. A big blue spot stared back at her and she tried to choke back the enormous sob that threatened to slip out.

Had she tried to kill herself? She couldn't remember. Sure, she'd wanted to escape reality for a while – be safe inside her own private universe where there was no betrayal of loved ones, but she couldn't quite recall wether or not she'd filled the syringe fully by accident, or on purpose.

The televisionset caught her eye. "Nurse?" she questioned, "how long have I been...you know?"

Maggie nodded. "You were brought in the day before yesterday, miss. Speaking of," she bit her lip, "I should tell the doctor that you're awake. But first, I want to hear all about your relationship problems."

Sara stared at her. "How do you know I have..?"

"Sweetie," she laughed, "when you're in my bussiness, all you need is a split second to know other people's troubles. Do you want to talk about it?"

Sara bit her lip. "Not really."

Maggie just raised her eyebrow, so Sara finally gave in, giving her a small smile. "Alright." She sighed and sat up straight, or at least tried to. The nurse quickly rushed to her help and put a pillow behind her back to support her. Sara sighed. "I can do that by myself."

"Of course you can. Now, about that love-issue you've got going for you?"

Her dry throat hurting because of the sudden laughter that bubbled out, Sara continued. "There's not much to tell really. He lied to me, betrayed me, and I let him."

"Alright." She nodded. "Do you love him?"

Her face turned towards the green park that stared back at her through the glass shield between her and the outside world, Sara nodded. "I suppose I do."

Maggie clapped her hands together. "Then that's all that matters."

Sara huffed a laugh. "If only it were that easy..."

"Listen," the nurse persisted, "If you would never see him ever again. If something would happed to him before you got to see him again...How much would you care?"

She sucked in a breath. "What...what are you saying?" Sara! She could hear the crying of her name only a few minutes before, and now this...

"I said: How much would you care if something happened to him?" The nurses eyes were wide open, and she spoke slowly, agonizingly slowly...as if with every word spoken, Sara's pain would double, triple...

Why was she talking to a nurse about her relationship with Michael? Because it felt good. But this...sense of foreboding that she got from the words the woman spoke scared her. She might as well speak the truth. Maybe then the feeling would go away.

"I wouldn't be able to breathe anymore."

Maggie smiled, obviously satisfied. "Then just love him...before it's too late." She stood up and winked at Sara. "I'll go tell the doctor you're awake now."

The patient was left in her room, without words.

"Miss Tancredi," the doctor greeted her, "It's good to see you up."

She smirked. "Well, it's like you said...either I fight and live, or I quit and die. The first option sounded better."

His eyebrow raised. "You heard that?"

Sara smiled. "I have great hearing, doctor."

He laughed, causing the white coat to fly around him. That white coat...Sara sighed. Three days ago, she'd been wearing one. And look at her now. She was in one of those hidious hospitalrobes that she used to laugh at. How fast things can change... "I have phoned your father's office, letting him know you were up."

She groaned. "What did he say?"

The doctor shifted uneasily. "He was in a meeting." Of course he was. Her father was always in a meeting.

"Well," she said bitterly, "when the flowers are delivered, just throw them in the trash." She pointed towards the abominations on her table. "I suppose these are his too?" Would he ever learn that she hated roses?

A small nod confirmed her suspicions. She laughed. "They can join their expected brothers and sisters when they arrive."

He smiled. "Of course."

He checked her stats (when she could damn well do it herself), and left with a small wave.

He left. Just as Michael had done. Sure, she was still bitter, she still held a grudge. But more importantly, she still hurt. Michael leaving the prison, leaving her..it hurt her so badly that after three years of healing, she had pointed a needle straight at her vein and pushed it in.

But she couldn't blame him for that. She knew that nobody can be blamed for another's actions. Sara drew her hand over her face and jumped when she felt her IV pull her arm backwards. She wasn't strong enough.

As much as she hated to admit it, even to herself, she needed him. She recalled Maggie's face when the nurse had clapped her hands and cheerfully stated "Then that's all that matters.." Was it? Was her love for Michael all that mattered?

It was the question of the decade.

-

Two hours later, her father stepped into the room. Her eyes went wide upon seeing him, and his own eyes stared blankly back at her. So much for fatherly concern...

"Sweetheart," he said while walking over to her and pulling out a chair, "do you have any idea what you've done?"

Sweetheart. The word was an automatic greeting between the two of them, an empty word that he spoke to her, to call her with. If you knew the great Frank Tancredi, politician, wordmagician, you'd know when his words were full of love and when they were empty. See-through. Sweetheart.

She nodded. "I tried to kill myself." She hadn't, but hey – potato, potato, why don't we shock Daddy today?

"Why would you do such a thing?" Note how he leaves out the wronged party here. Why would you do such a thing...to me? To my carreer? Not to yourself. Never to yourself.

Sara gave him a weak grin. "I felt like it."My my, how he would love an answer like that. He'd probably blab it in the news, how his poor daughter had lost her mind after being constantly threatened by filthy inmates in a prison facility. With the way he could spin a story, he would probably earn votes for the next election. "I don't know, Dad."

He snorted and looked around the room. His eyes fell on the garbagecan. "Why did you throw away your flowers?"

"I don't like meaningless gestures." Everyone who is stooping low – raise your hand! Her subconscious literally threw both hand up high in the air. But, she reasoned, it needed to be said. She had never been a 'yes, daddy, no,daddy' kind of girl. The truth, and nothing but the truth...Well, most of the time anyway.

Her father shook his head disapprovingly. "Sara. When are you ever going to learn?"

"Learn what, dad?"

"Child, you can be so naive...it kills me to see you like this." He clucked his tongue. "I thought I had taught you better manners, disrespecting your own father like this."

She laughed. "I disrespect those who disrespect me."

The governor stood up abruptly and stalked over to the door. Before stepping out, he turned back and looked at her one final time. "I sincerely hope that this event has made you change your way of life. My secretary will send you some new flowers. Think of all the work she has put into it, before throwing them away. "

He slammed the door behind him and turned left, marching through the halls. A small smile decorated his face when he noticed people bowing their head when he passed. It felt good to be powerful.

-

A shrill noise woke her up from her small nap. Daddy dearest's visit had worn her out. He was too much to take after a coma.She had fallen asleep mere minutes after he had left. Maggie had come to take her vitals, had nodded in satisfaction and had left the woman to her sleep. Sara looked at the clock. That was 4 hours and 16 minutes ago.

The shrill ringing turned into one of her favorite songs and Sara rolled over with a smile to retrieve her cellphone. The song always made her happy. It was like she had said one day : it will be a dark, dark day when the Beach Boys don't find a way to cheer me up.

"Hello?"

"Sara...it's me."

Her breath hitched. "Michael?"

"Yeah..." silence fell between the two of them, and she prayed for him to continue, to keep on talking, because she sure as hell couldn't right now. "I heard about...I heard about what happened."

She closed her eyes, pained to realize that he had learned about her one weakness. In prison, she had always been strong in front of him, never showing him all of her fears- even though she was sure that he knew. But now...she was ashamed of what she did...now he knew for sure.

"Michael," she started, but he cut her off.

"I want you to know how sorry I am." His voice sounded so soft that it tore her up. But then he said it : "For everything."

Everything...she remembered now. Her hurt bubbled up to the surface, overriding her shame. She remembered how he had bluntly stated that he was breaking his brother out, but that she needed to break the law for them first. How he had admitted to his flirtation being an act 'at first'. The taste of bitterness reappeared in her mouth before she could push it back.

"Sorry's not going to do me a whole lotta good with what I'm up against right now."

"Sara, please... I don't have time to talk..and there's every chance they're listening to this call right now."

"Then hang up, Michael." She spat out, the sharpness in her voice o so obvious when she said his name. Sara! His cry was lost in her turbulent emotions. "Just..." she swallowed, "just hang up."

"I'm going to make this up to you. I promise."

Sara closed her eyes. "Why?"

"Because it was real, Sara. You and me...It's real."

He did as she suggested. The dialtone ressounded in her ear. She wished he hadn't listened to her. A wave of sadness washed over her when she stared at the blank display. Opening her menu, she searched for her list of calls...She needed to...

ANONYMOUS CALLER

She sighed. That was just...perfect. Closing the phone, she felt her eyes being drawn to the window of her room that looked out on the hallway. She only just caught a glimpse of Maggie shaking her had sadly, before continuing her rounds.

-

It was 6 pm and Maggie stepped back into Sara's room, hanging her head low and not looking Sara in the eye. "You know what happened, don't you?"

The nurse finally looked at her patient, instead of at her charts. "Yes, I do."

"How?"

Maggie smiled and Sara returned it. "I forgot : In your bussiness, you only need a split second to know other people's troubles." She sighed heavily. "I think I'm in a lot of trouble."

"It's going to be alright, sweetie." She patted the girl sympathetically on her shoulder. "Just have a little faith."

"Maggie?"

"Hm?"

"Could you turn on the TV?" Sara gave her a shy smile. "I don't like the silence."

Maggie switched on the button and an annoying commercial flooded the screen. Sara hated commercials.

-

Three hours later, she was still watching the telly when a newsbulletin came on.

"This just in, from Fox News. Michael Scofield has finally stopped his running. The FBI caught up with him and his brother two hours ago, a few miles south of St. Louis, Missouri. His brother, the death-row inmate Lincoln Burrows, managed to escape the scene, but the youngest of the two was less fortunate. While attempting to escape, he was gunned down by three FBI agents who were in hiding."

An image appeared on the televisionset and startled Sara, whose tears were streaming over her face. Her breathing became irregular and large sobs wrecked her body. Men – men in uniforms gathering around a white blanket covering...

If you would never see him ever again. If something would happed to him before you got to see him again...How much would you care?

I wouldn't be able to breathe anymore.

"Michael Scofield had escaped from a high-security prison to break out his brother and six other inmates, who are still at large. He w..."

Sara stopped listenening. Sara stopped...breathing.

The last thing she was aware of, was Maggies concerned face, hovering over her and her mouth opening to scream for help.

So? What did you think? I'm going to make this right, you know (that is, if you want me to)! Tomorrow's...the same day. hehe

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