Title: Decisions

I change the title of the fan-fic… (Bifurcation now it called Decisions)

Rating: K +
Summary: From the last part of Episode 15: Sara held the piece of fabric, looking at it she had to make a decision...

Decisions.

The forceps grabbed the burned fabric piece. Dr Tancredi held it analyzing its silhouette. Definitively it was a CO uniform piece. She daintily placed it on the Petri dish.

Sara leaned her elbows on the desk dropping her chin into her palms.
Michael Scofield was like a riddle, a riddle she was dying to solve although what she could find didn't please her at all.

The rational part of her brain warned her over and over again, 'he is an inmate, he has assaulted a bank and you don't need to complicate your life that way…' but all her own tiresome speech seemed to fall through a hole inside her mind. Once again she was lowering her defenses. She was let him cross her emotional' barricades.

It had been devastating to observe his face during the failed execution. She sighed loudly.

Kathy, the nurse, smiled at her. The woman shook her head. The doctor was heading hopelessly toward a dead end.

Sara had hundred of questions but no answers. She smirked. She would never obtain answers from him although he had affirmed it in the yard last week. There were no answers from Michael Scofield and Michael's last visit confirmed it.

She played the scene into her mind.

"Your cellmate did this to you" it wasn't a question, it was an affirmation but his expression face showed other thing, false self-confidence. She had seen this expression before.

"Sucre?" It seemed that the idea amused him somehow. "No!" He affirmed

Although she know that it would be useless she asked, "Who did?"
As she expected his brow mockingly raised and he tilted his head assuring, "This is the part where I don't answer your question."

How she hated his false self-assurance, but it was hopeless to argue with him.

Her eyes returned to the burned fabric on the Petri dishes. A disturbing thought startled her. Had some guard did it to him? Not any guard, Bellick. The CO didn't hide his hatred for the well-read inmate. First his toes, now his back, and every time Bellick was there.

A frighten chill traveled across her spine. Michael was in danger but what can she do? The riot's image came bitterly back to her memory. He had saved her from… She didn't want to think what would happen to her if he didn't come through the pipes.

The pipes!

He knew the pipes disposition inside the building.

And the uniform…

She couldn't help but chuckle. If he was planning break out, why would he wait? Why he would make it after the execution's first date?
Then she remembered Lincoln kneeling beside the drain. The pipe was replaced that same day. It was weird Lincoln sudden indisposition…
She giggled. Now she was allowing her imagination dragged her to the nonsense.

Nobody mentally healthy would try to escape through sickbay.

After all her mental wondering she realized that she had arrived to a fork in the road. Only one path drove her to the puzzling inmate, the other one took her toward an opposite direction.

Now, she has to choose which one she wants to travel to.

It wouldn't be easy and probably it could get out of her hand but she was determinate to find out what was into his mind, what he was planning.
She made her choice. So from now on she had to stop wondering and get on with it…

(End)