I know I have a few other fics I haven't updated in almost a year- I'm sorry. I started university this year and it's been crazy. I promise I will continue those soon. I finish for the year in 3 weeks so keep a look out ok?

This is my first ever prison break fic and starts immediately after the end of SONA. I have the first few chapters planned out so let me know if it's worth posting them. I love feedback- cheers- Raichy x - now enjoy!

Chapter 1 –Feeling Lost

Dazed and confused Sara blinked and squinted in the sunlight as she walked out of the dingy Panamanian police station. She had given her statement, going along with Michael's story, and then they had let her leave. No more questions asked.

She was still reeling from Michaels shocking non-confession. She knew that he loved her, she loved him too. But for him to willingly put himself into a place far worse than the one he had spent the best part of a week running from… well, that was a whole new level of commitment.

She knew that this time it wouldn't be like it had been at Fox River. She'd heard all about the way Panamanian prisons were run by the inmates not the guards. And about the drugs, abuse, and riots were everyday occurrences. And SONA, well, its reputation alone was enough to frighten most people. And Michael and sacrificed himself, for her, to this place. She wasn't going to lie -she was worried- no- she was terrified.

Then there was Lincoln. Where in the world had he vanished to? She remembered him running in the opposite direction when the police had shown up, but after that- nothing. She figured the next step for her was to find him, so find him she would. He wouldn't have gone far once he found out she had been released from custody.

She wandered around the strange city for hours trying to think of places he may have gone to. At first she was determined but now that the hours were growing and the sky was darkening her optimism was beginning to fade.

I can't do this! She thought, her pace slowing. Shed been so strong but Michael had always been there for her and now he wasn't she just wasn't sure that she could do this alone. It was with this defeated and bleak thought that she found herself in a dark, unused back street. And it was then that she first heard the footsteps behind her.

She paused instantly, and then recognised her mistake. Whoever was following her now knew that she knew they were there. No more than two seconds later she felt the cold, hard, unmistakable barrel of a gun against her back and the undeniable sound of the safety catch being turned off.

"now as long as you do as we say, Miss Tancredi, no one needs to get hurt. Ok?"

--------------------------------

Meanwhile-

Where in the world had she gone to? Linc was starting to think he had gone blind, or nuts. He'd been looking for Sara for almost three hours. He'd gone to the police station first where he had been told that he had just missed her. After that he'd taken to wondering around the streets hoping that he'd run into her.

It was only when his feet began to hurt that he stopped for a moment. Sitting himself down on a bench and taking off his sunglasses he began to rub his temples. Being on the run for however long it had been now had taken its toll on him. He'd had very little sleep, every muscle in his body ached and he was beginning to fear for his sanity. Figuring that Sara but be doing the same thing he was he decide he would get a cup of coffee and sit down and wait for her to find him.

Walking across the street to the dingy cart selling coffee he pulled out his wallet and paid for his coffee and realised that he was going to have big problems soon because he was almost out of money. That asshole Kim was a real piece of work. Not only did he succeed in getting his brother back into prison but he'd also forced him to throw the money in the water (boy he was wishing he hadn't done that now).

Michael- Linc was starting to feel guilty. He hadn't asked Michael to do what he did, risk his whole life and everything he had going for him to help him. But he'd done it anyway. And in doing so he had given up any chance he once had of having a decent life. He'd robbed a bank, broken him out of prison and now he'd been exonerated. He should be on top of the world and half way to pissed by now. One thing was for sure. There was no way he was going to tattoo his body with blueprints to get him into prison to bust Mike out. He'd said it once and he'll say it again. Michael was the brains of the operation and he was just the brute.

He took a sip of what was supposed to be coffee and winced; it tasted nothing like coffee, and sat back down on the bench figuring Sara would come find him.

-----------------------------------------

At the same time the hero of our story was in major trouble…

Michael put his hand in front of his face to shield his eyes from the bright light of the SONA prison yard. What he saw when he had manoeuvred himself out of the harsh floodlight made him wish he hadn't as he fought to keep his facial expression indifferent. There seemed to be three separate groups of people each one grouped to one side of a large square piece of tarmac. Michael walked to his right to get a better view, keeping himself as close to the wall and as far away from them as possible.

After watching two of the groups interact for about a minute one from each side stepped into the large tarmac ground and began to fight. It seemed that this was the way each prisoner earned respect. There must be terms on which each inmate fought. But Michael, although brave enough to save Sara from this environment, was not brave enough to get ay closer to find out. To be completely honest- Michael had never been more scared. He'd never been strong. He'd been a self proclaimed nerd throughout high school and not much better during college. He had always been much more concerned with how things worked and fitted together than how he looked or fitting in. he'd never been in a fight in his life. That had always been Linc's problem and he was determined it would not become his.

As he had been caught up in his thoughts he had failed to notice the two, rather large and harsh looking, guys come up on his left. Well here goes nothing- Michael thought ruefully to himself as they approached, it being clear it was him they headed for. He forced his face to remain stony and made eye contact with one of the guys, show no fear, show no weakness, he repeated to himself inwardly knowing that if he didn't there was no way he was getting out of here alive.