A/N: I just saw bits from "Panama"episode. You know how I can't bear to have Michael and Sara seperated, so I'll fix this in my own way: a new fic that will reunite them. Again.

Please tell me what you think, and if I should continue with this?

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I know I'm not alone in this
Help me believe

I can be free
I can be free from this place
Beautiful healer
Beautiful grace
Help me to see
Everything fall into place
Wake me from dreaming
No more deceiving
Break these chains

(Corrinne May – Free)

Michael leaned over the side of the ship and let his head fall down between his outstretched hands. He was falling.

Michael Scofield was not, as he had suggested to her, sailing into the sunset – on a freighter – with the woman he loved, but instead saw images of her being cuffed and pushed into the back of a car. Her head was hanging low, just like his was – and the faint trail of a tear showed on her cheek.

He could have held her by now, her head falling back onto his shoulder while they looked at the silhouette of the city growing smaller. Her warmth would be a constant against his chest and he would kiss her hair and smell the perfume of the shampoo she had used at the hotel, not long ago.

He was aware of Lincoln's hand patting his back and swallowed heavily. "We should have gone back."

His brother shook his head determinently. "There was nothing we could have done."

Michael huffed. "That's what they told me when you were in jail, too. There's always something I can do, Lincoln. Always." He should have gone back. Should have saved her the way he had Lincoln. She was equally important to him, if not more – but he just left her there.

They both squinted their eyes to gaze into the distance, where the wailing of policecars was fading into silence, similar to the one that had enveloped the pair of them. Lincoln didn't know exactly what to say. He'd never had to console his brother for things like these.

"I thought you'd talked with her, on the phone? Did she say anything?"

Did she say anything? "I'm on my way up. Love you." Did she say something of importance, other than her whisper of love just before she hung up? Sara had told him she loved him. For the first time. 'never to fall in love with an inmate' didn't count...not really.

And it just might be the last time he ever heard her voice. "No..." he sighed, "she just said that she was on her way." Michael took a deep breath. "Even then she must have seen...she sacrificed herself for us again, Lincoln. She let herself get caught so we wouldn't."

Lincoln let out a faint smile. "Wow. She's definitely your kind of girl, Michael..."

Michael nodded, before walking away, leaving Lincoln with a final touch of his hand on his brother's shoulder.

--

Sara sat in the back of agent what's-her-name's car and stared out of the window, her eyes stinging with tears when she noticed the outsides of a freighter – not a sailboat – in the distance. By now he must have discovered her little white lie about being on the boat and walking towards him.

She'd smashed the phone to pieces on the dashboard after her declaration of love to him. She knew what it had meant, those two words that she had spoken in a whisper. It went beyond small offerings of love in a bathroom, 'me too's in front of cigarclubs and grouphugs between the three of them. I love you both wasn't specific.

It was real came pretty close too, though. Sara turned her head away and stared at the seating in front of her. She took the moment to study the faces of her captors. The woman looked...nice enough. But she would show Sara no mercy. They wouldn't share stories over a cup of coffee or even speak besides accusations and defensive replies.

She missed Michael already. She could have been with him by now...sailing into the sunset together. She leaned her head onto the headrest and fell asleep mere seconds later.

--

He sat on the old, rusty bench with his knees pulled up against his chest when Lincoln found him. His chin was resting in the fold between his two legs and his arms were keeping himself together. His big brother sat down next to him and kept silent, knowing that it was probably what he needed most of all: the silence, but a pilar of strength next to him in case he needed it.

Michael had always been his, ever since they were kids. Michael was the reason Lincoln needed to keep out of trouble, he was the reason Lincoln needed to survive. There reasons had been building up over the years, when Veronica came, and his son, but Michael had always been there, to keep him standing tall.

"My faith is burning up, Lincoln."

His voice sounded soft and broken. Lincoln looked at him out of the corner of his eye, before turning back to stare at the horizon. Too much attention would get to Michael and make him even more...whatever he was right now. "I know."

"Sara was..." Michael fell silent right for awhile. Saying her name and adding a past tense to it hurt like nothing ever before. A sharp pain cut through his whole body, but he inhaled sharply and straightened himself. Even if she wasn't here to see him – he needed to be strong for her. He would be strong for her...and he would do everything he could to make sure she came back to him.

"Sara was never supposed to get hurt, you know?" He exhaled heavily. "She's the person you want to keep forever and shelter from all harm. And I failed in doing that..."

Lincoln opened his mouth to intervene."Michael..."

But his brother held up a hand to silence him. "Please. Don't say anything, okay...don't comfort me. Don't say it's not my fault. As much as I love you...there are only two people who really know what Sara and I are about." For the first time ever since he had been searching frantically for Sara on the boat, Michael Scofield let out a smile. "It's something...something real. It's something that's deep inside the both of us...something that I will fight for, Lincoln. I just need a plan."

So? What did you think? Should I continue - or not?

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