A/N: Hey you guys, so here I am again, at the start of something new. This series is going to be made up by several chapters, all one-shots, updated when I get inspiration. It's like the titel says: I pretzel the episodes. What I mean is: what if's, gapfillers and thoughts racing through the characters' heads at certain times in the show. I really hope you like the concept, and the one-shots.

Please let me know?

XO, as always

2x17 "Bad blood" gapfiller

I thought I heard you call my name/reached for your hand, it was in vain/so I drive to you tonight

She wouldn't look at him. Which, he supposed, was a normal reaction after the bombshell he had dropped on both her and Lincoln nearly one hour ago at Pope's house. He had turned in his seat a few minutes ago and softly spoken her name and she had given him her answer by stubbornly staring out of the window and moving her hand out of his reach.

Lincoln had, of course, already forgiven him. He knew how his brother could get, how he would sacrifice his own life in order to make sure everyone else was safe. Well, that, and he could never hold a grudge. Especially not when it concerned Michael. That man just had a way to disarm him…and Sara, too, even though at the moment she had made up her mind to ignore him. He glanced at his brother and gave him a reassuring smile. She'd come around.

They pulled over near the park where her mother had taken her so often, where they had fed the ducks and Sara had cautiously dipped her foot under the water surface of the fountain, before letting out a surprised yelp and running away. She smiled a little at the memories. She was making new ones now. They weren't nearly as care-free, but memorable all the same. Why, what could be more legendary than being on the run – again – after nearly having been caught at a cigar club. Oh, and let's not forget the point where Michael had nearly turned himself in. She shook her head in anger, the short strands of her hair flying around her face. The brothers noticed.

"Sara.."Michael began. Oh, no you won't, mister.

"Lincoln, are we there? Do you want me to book the room?"

Poor Lincoln, torn between the two of them, nodded indecisively. "I gu-ess? Michael?"

His younger brother only gave a sigh of resignation, and watched with agony as Sara stepped out and marched over to the hotel entrance. Lincoln whistled. "Jikes."

"Yeah. I have some serious groveling to do."

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Search for answers on a hotel ceiling/when did my heart first feel this way/being alone used to be just fine

"Sara, could I please talk to you for a minute?" His voice sounded so insecure, and Sara mellowed – only a little. She looked at him, standing near the table where she was sitting, the tips of his fingers touching the hardwood. She wanted them to be touching her own instead, but she'd be damned if she gave in this very second.

She saw him ease visibly when he wasn't being rejected, and he looked pleadingly at Lincoln, who nodded and cleared his throat. "I'm er- going to take a little nap. So if anyone should need me…I'll be in the single bedroom." He let out a short laugh before disappearing trough the door to their left and – Michael didn't doubt for a second – put his ear to the door to listen.

The chair to her right screeched a little when he pulled it back and she could feel his warmth reassuring her when he sat down. It was this precise feeling that she had held onto when he was gone. It soothed her.

"I'm sorry for not telling you."

When she stayed silent, he supposed it was because she wanted him to continue groveling. He didn't mind, actually. Groveling was a great way to show someone how much you care. He'd been afraid to tell her, for fear she would run off again and leave as much as a note, telling her that she knew better this time. That she knew better than to be with someone who was on the run, and someone who was…him.

"It's just that I didn't want to say goodbye to you. I was afraid that I'd feel again the way I felt after we'd spent those hours together in Gila. And this was even more than Gila. Sara, today I finally had the chance to show you how I felt, when we.."

"kissed?" Her lips parted as her mouth formed the word, and it only made him want to do it all over again. His eyes settled on them for a little while, and he had already leaned a bit closer to her, before he reminded himself that he wasn't done yet.

He nodded."Yeah. I thought that promising Pope to turn myself in would be the only way to guarantee that you would have the evidence. I didn't tell you because… " He took a deep breath. "Sara, I don't know why I didn't tell you. I think that part of me was afraid that even if I told you, you wouldn't really care. I think that maybe part of me was afraid that you think you would be better off without me, anyway." He stood and walked over to the window, staring out at the soft drizzle of rain that had begun to fall outside, decorating every stone with dark spots.

The moment he felt her fingers touch his made his heart skip a beat. She threaded them together and lifted their joined hands to her lips, pressing a small kiss to them. Turning her gaze away from the skyline of Chicago, she looked up at him and waited until he did the same, so she would be able to look in his eyes when she said the next words.

"Michael Scofield," she began with a smile, "there is no other man on this planet that I would be better off with. I need you with me." She raised herself a little and pressed a kiss to his cheek, before turning to whisper in his ear. "… and I need you to let me in." Locking eyes again, she smiled sadly and squeezed his hand for emphasis. "Please."

He nodded silently before lowering his mouth to her and kissing her softly. He thought that he would burst when she smiled around their kiss. How could he have gotten so lucky?

"Will you stay with me tonight?" He was surprised at the words coming out of his own mouth, but relaxed when he saw her smile and nod.

"Of course I will."

I can't stop, won't stop/love is what we got/I know we've reached the top/when I put my arms around you/I can't stop, won't stop/you are all I want

So? Was is good or horrible? Please let me know?

The song is "Drive to you", by Jewel.

XO, as always