Hey all! So after that freaking AWESOME season finale, I have not been able to get these idea out of my head of what could happen next season, and this is the result. I hope you enjoy. :D It takes place immediately after the finale, and it will have MiSa moments, because I love them, like a lot.

PB.PB.PB.PB.PB.PB. Chapter 1

Walking swiftly under the hot Panama sun, Sara crossed her arms, trying to evade the chill that was spreading rapidly throughout her body, despite the heat. Clutching her white shirt, she maneuvered her way through the friendly locals, trying to find some quiet place where she could just sit and think. She wiped away a lone tear that had fallen down her cheek and made her way into an alley, sitting down on the hard, dusty floor. Bringing her legs up to her chest, she wrapped her arms around them, and placed her head on her knees. She was furious with him. Utterly furious. They had a chance to tell the police what had happened, and he had confessed, confessed to HER crime, without even telling her about it. Closing her eyes, she let out a breath that she didn't know she was holding. Yet through her fury, she was heartbroken. She may never see him again. A tirade of images flashed through her mind: their infirmary days, the first kiss, the first time he had held her in his arms, the train kiss, their declarations of love to one another. And to think, she may never hear those three words that make her feel so whole and complete again. 'It was all that Asian man's fault' she thought, and then, to ad on to her growing list of depressing thoughts, the murder. She had killed a man. It was her fault that Michael was in jail, again, possible getting beat up and pushed around. If only she had knocked him out, or maybe shot him in the hand, maybe things could have been different. They could have sailed off into the horizon, just the three of them, happy. That's really all she wanted now; happiness. And she couldn't be happy without Michael. Feeling a presence in front of her, she looked up in alarm, only to relax a moment later.

"We should probably stay together." Lincoln told her, taking a seat next to her and folding his hands in his lap. Sara looked at him, and then looked away, towards the looming chain link fence separating the alley from a small, dingy neighborhood. He stayed silent for a second. "This lady told me you had to give a statement or something. What happened?" he asked her.

Sara took a deep breath, and then opened her mouth to answer him. "We hid in a shed. They surrounded us. Michael…he um told me that we would tell them the truth." She closed her eyes and continued. "We went outside, and he…he confessed to-to killing…. He's going to jail, again." she finished, eyes still closed. Lincoln nodded slowly. 'Damn it, Michael.' He thought bitterly. 'Always the hero.' Lincoln thought of what they could do. He thought back to the day when they were going to rescue LJ from the courthouse. 'You would do the same for me.' He had said, and now that he though about it, he was right. He would do the same for him.

"You know what this means, right?" Lincoln asked her carefully. Sara raised her head back up from the position on her knees and looked at him. "We need to help him." He said simply.

"But we don't even know where he is." Sara told him bewilderedly.

"We'll figure it out. He threw away his life to save mine." He paused and squinted up towards the sky. "And I'll do the same for him." Feeling Sara place her hand on his shoulder, he turned and faced her.

"I want to help." She said simply.

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Later that night

After his seemingly endless walk in the dark hell he stepped into, he finally made it to the light. Light of what, he did not know, but it was probably even more hell. As he stepped into the pelting rain and the sound of roaring cheers, he stopped, bewildered at what he saw. A large circle of men were watching two other men fight, to the death it seemed. One, significantly larger than the other, was winning, and as the rain fell down onto their bodies, they glistened and shone in a type of weird light, cast off from the many spotlights illuminating the yard. They were almost like angelic demons. The larger man grabbed the smaller mans head, and twisted it in such a way that his neck broke, and he dropped him to the ground, raising his arms in triumph. He picked up the now dead man, and threw him in a corner, where other dead bodies lay. Turning away from the barbaric state, he went to the edge of the yard against the fence and sat down, examining everything as he went. The yard was an enclosed space with three chain fences, and a stone building, where he assumed the inmates slept. Against one side of the fence were three pay phones, where huge lines were gathered to make a telephone call. The grass, if you could call it grass, was so sparse that if he were able to put it all in a pile, it would barely fit a square foot of land. Turning his attention back to the center of the yard, where the crowd had now dissipated, he met eyes with the larger man that was previously fighting. He flicked his gaze away and to his left, where he noticed a group of four 'girls' were making their way towards him. The leader, which was the most feminine looking one, apparently, stepped forward.

"Hey there, pretty boy." He told him in a forcibly high voice. He squatted down so that Michael would be able to see up his short skirt. "How 'bout a good time." He said suggestively. Michael stood up quickly.

"No." he said stonily, and then shoving his hands in his sweatshirt pocket, walked away from the grotesque group of wannabe girls. He had to find a way out of there. He may have no plan, and no blueprints, but he was going to get out of there. Even if it killed him.

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Soooo…what did you guys think? Should I continue…or give up.

Review please. :D