Sara cut the onion and put it in the saucepan. She then covered it so that the bolognese sauce could simmer and she stepped outside on the deck of the boat. A boat that was oh so ironically placed in that awful warehouse provided for them by the government. A boat belonged to the ocean, and Michael and her belonged far away from all the scheming and plotting.

Sara leaned on the wall of the cabin and watched Sucre and Lincoln discuss something with the others, and it sounded quite enlivened and tensed. Nothing unusual per se, she had gotten used to it. Linc ended up menacing Bellick which lead Michael to speak up and break it off. A few minutes later, the meeting came to an end and Michael met up with her on the little deck.

He smiled at her and let out a relieved sigh when he wrapped his arms around her.
"God, I'm so glad you're here." he whispered in her hair.
"Was it that terrible?" she softly laughed.
"You know how bad it can get when you put those guys around the same table and make them work together to bring down the Company."
"Yeah I know..."

She paused before adding:
"I just can't wait for all this to end."

She felt him tensing against her and she felt stupid for stating the obvious and nudging at his guilt.

"You know I wished I hadn't brought you into all this mess, right? I'm sorry you got caught into it Sara, and if I could go back in time, I would stop myself from even flirting with you in the prison's infirmary."
"Stop it Michael. Just, stop it." she sharply replied as she placed her hands on each side of his face, forcing him to look right into her eyes. "You are not responsible. The Company is. Stop carrying such a weight on your shoulders, okay?"

It seemed for a moment that he was going to protest but he finally gave in, seeing how honest and determinate she was.

"Okay." he answered with a small smile.
"Good. 'Cos I wouldn't want all this guilt to take away your appetite: I've cooked you bologna pasta for dinner."
"After having eaten pizza and take-out for weeks? I love you."
"Mmmm I see... I should prepare you good homemade meals more often if this is what it takes to hear you say such sweet things to me." she giggled.

He laughed at her comment and entered the cabin, shortly followed by Sara. And as she watched him stir the sauce and taste the pasta, she almost forgot that they were living as outcasts under strict government surveillance.

Right now, they were just two lovers cooking dinner, and it was blissfully enough.