Hey! This is my first Prison Break fic. It contains SPOILERS for season 3, so please don't read if you haven't watched it. It basically picks up from the last episode - The Art of the Deal, although there are a few details that I changed. I figure it's a one shot, but if anyone likes it I'll maybe try expand it. XD

Hope you like!!

Faith

LJ waited restlessly in the car just as his father had told him to, while Lincoln and Michael broke into Sofia's home to seek out the mysterious metallic brief case. LJ licked his bottom lip nervously; he didn't want to be left alone. He'd only just been rescued by his dad and uncle. Goosepimples crawled up his bare arms as a familiar fear spread through him. A fear that someone was watching him, someone was waiting for just the right moment to……….

"Ahhh!!" He screamed from the back seat as the window he'd been resting his ear on was chapped loudly. His heart was thudding furiously in his chest and adrenaline was pounding around his body.

"Easy!" Lincoln soothed, opening the door. "Come on, LJ, you have to get out." His dad wrapped a strong hand around his upper arm and pulled him gently out of the car.

"Why?" The boy asked, frowning, his heart rate starting to return to normal. "What's happening?"

"I'm taking the car." Michael replied simply, walking out the door of the house. "I have to go away for a while."

"What? Where? Where are you going?" LJ tugged his arm free from his father's hold and stepped closer to his uncle. "Uncle Mike?"

The older man couldn't look at his nephew, couldn't look into those beautiful, green flecked eyes and tell him he was leaving him, just when he'd got him back, just when there was the chance for them to be a family.

"LJ…." Michael dropped his head, grasping the car keys tighter in his hand. Lincoln, sensing his younger brother's discomfort placed a hand on his son's shoulder and pulled him back. LJ twisted round, a look of uncertainty gracing his youthful, innocent face.

"Tell me what's happening." The sixteen year old pleaded. Lincoln swallowed and his jaw clenched. He wasn't happy about Michael going away either, but he had to have faith, he had to trust Michael knew what he was doing and that he'd come back to him safe and unharmed.

"Your uncle Mike is just going to follow up on some leads. He won't be gone long." Lincoln explained.

LJ could feel tears welling up in his eyes. After everything they had been through……God, he'd allowed himself to believe it was over. His family were safe and they could go back to rebuilding their lives. He couldn't let his uncle go.

"But you just got me back." LJ's eyes gleamed in the Panama sun. "We've got the chance to be a family again. Don't go. Stay here with us."

Michael ran a hand over his head and closed his eyes. His chest felt tight. He wanted to stay. Stay with his brother and his nephew and share a beer on the beach when the sun was going down. Celebrate that they were together and safe. Only they weren't together. One part was missing. Sara.

His heart constricted.

He couldn't let her death be forgotten. He couldn't let that woman get away with murdering her so brutally when she had done nothing. Nothing at all, except trying to help out a man who she had barely knew.

'She's special to me.'

That thought replayed in his mind and he blinked to clear some tears threatening to break the surface.

"I have to go." He restated. The man made a move to the car, but LJ had grabbed his arm.

"Please, Uncle Mike. Please don't leave us. It's over. We can move on."

Michael drowned in his nephew's intense gaze, his eyes locked in some emotional hurricane that ricocheted around him, burning his soul to ashes and leaving him hollow and lost.

"Lincoln…" Michael whispered, not taking his eyes from LJ. Lincoln moved forward and squeezed the back of his son's neck. He moved closer still, placing another hand over his shoulder to press back against LJ's chest. He drew him back slowly.

A silent tear slipped down LJ's cheek. As soon as his arm was free, Michael moved in long strides to the driver door. With one last look to his brother, he opened the door and sped off, leaving clouds of dust and sand in his wake.

As it cleared, LJ turned around to face his father, a sob tearing from his throat. Lincoln pressed LJ's head under his chin and wrapped two strong arms around the boy's back.

"He'll be okay." The man whispered. "He'll be back soon. We'll be together again. Just have a little faith, LJ."