Hello! i'm back this idea just came to me and well, even though I watched the last episode of prison break almost a week ago, it still hurts. 'The final break' didn't help what so ever. It just added more fuel to the flame. But Michaels video to Sara and Linc is what did me I cried for like an hour. Even though he's not actually dead, it still hurt a lot.

Anyway, I've not quite decided if I'm going to make this a short story or leave it as a one shot or make a separate story on how I think Season 5 should go. So, enjoy this anyway! :)


"One of us has to open the door and one of us has to stay behind to unlock it" Michael said as he started fiddling around with the wires.

"So I'll leave the door open for you Michael." Sara insisted, not quite getting the point.

"No you don't understand.. Only one of us is leaving." Michael explained facing the woman he loves. Realisation draw on Sara's face. No. She can't leave him behind.

"Michael I'm not leaving without you! There has got to be another way!" Sara exclaimed horrified.

"There isn't this is the only way." Michael answered as he started fiddling around.

"Michael!" Sara shouted, pleading for him to stop. "I can't let you do this."

"Sara, your taking a piece of me with you. Take care of our child." Michael said but it barely came out as a whisper. Turning to face her once again, and almost grabbing her stomach and massaging it lightly.

"You'll die.." Sara trailed off as she hugged the only man she's ever truly loved.

"And you'll die if I don't do this. They'll take our child away from you, from us. You don't deserve to be here. You didn't do anything." Michael replied, cupping her face in his hands and giving her one final kiss, to which she gave back before pulling away. "I love you." He whispered before letting go.

"I'll always love you." Sara said back as they both heard banging coming from upstairs. The guards. They were close.

"You've got to go." Michael said taking one last look at her. By this point she was crying but she nodded making her way back to the door. Michael turned to face the wires sighing, he started fiddling around once again. Even if he survived this, he wouldn't get a chance to meet his child. After all he was dying anyway. Smiling as some memories popped into his head, some of which he'll never forget and take to his grave.


"Hello, I'm doctor Tancredi, I'll be your doctor throughout the duration of your sentence..."

"Scofield, Michael Scofield." Michael said, cutting her off from her induction, with a smile on his face.

"Right." Sara said, laughing a little. "So by my records you have type 1 diabetes, is that true?" She asked, looking up at the blue eyed man.

"It is." Michael replied as the doctor started fiddling around, getting a needle and the insulin. "May I ask, why do you need to ask, I am after all, the one who wrote it down on my medical notes."

"Just procedure, Scofield. Just to check there are no mistakes." Sara said, returning to him and started rolling up his sleeve.

"Michael. Please, call me Michael." Michael insisted. "Scofield, Mr. Scofield or whatever else you could call me, just makes it sound too formal and I'd love to 'make nice' with you." He then added, using finger quotes over make nice and chuckling slightly.

"Okay, if I'm calling you Michael, your calling me Sara." Sara replied, with a slight smile on her face as she inserted the needle in his arm and inserted the insulin into his body. Silence came across the room for a brief moment. It wasn't awkward, it was nice.

"Be the change you want to see in the world." Michael suddenly said and Sara looked at him shocked. "What?"

"It's just that.. That was my senior quote." Sara said laughing slightly as she rolled down the sleeve.

"That was you? This whole time I thought it was Ghandi!" Michael exclaimed laughing, causing Sara to laugh more. "I guess we found out mutual ground.. Lame Ghandi quotes." He then added hopping off the bed, winking at her.

"Michael, I'll see you tomorrow." Sara said with a smile, no not a fake smile like the ones she's been wearing for god knows how long, a real smile.

"He's cute." A voice said, knocking her out of her train of thought. Her co-worker, Katie

"He's an inmate." Sara pointed out to her, he is though.

"It doesn't change the fact he's cute, inmate is just a word. Besides, he's got a nice ass. Don't deny it, because we both know that." Katie explained.

"Katie!" Sara said horrified.

"He couldn't take his eyes off you whilst he was in there." Katie pointed out and Sara blushed slightly.

"Yeah well him and every other inmate in here." Sara said before turning round to do her duties. Unknown by them, Michael heard every word to that conversation which caused him to smirk a little.


"What's with the flowers, someone got a secret admirer?" Michael said, sitting on the hospital bed.

"No.. They're from my father. It's my birthday." Sara answered, sighing in the process.

"Happy birthday."

"Thanks."

"Ooh birthdays aren't usually a sore subject unless the person is feeling their age. What's wrong?" Michael asked.

"I'm 29 years old, and my father has seen me on 6 out of 29 birthdays. He sends flowers which usually end up dead in the bin the next week." Sara explained giving him the insulin shot.

"Oh."

That night he spent the majority of it making a little origami rose for the doctor. Smiling, finally satisfied, he left it on the side as he dosed off into sleep. The following day, when he went for his insulin shot, he saw the flowers in the bin. As he left the room he left the little Rose on top of the notes she had, so he knows she'll see it and when he went in the day after he was surprised to see it still there.

"You kept it." Michael said, with a smile on his face, referring to his Rose he made her.

"Well what can I say, I keep things. I'm a hoarder." Sara answered.

"Yeah, all this clutter, it's embarrassing." Michael said, jokingly as he looked around.

"If you think this is bad, you should see my apartment." Sara said, not really realising to what came out of her mouth.

"Woah we've not even had our first date yet, and you're already inviting me into your apartment." Michael said before chuckling slightly. He already promised her a date, back when he had two of his toes chopped off. "I thought you were a nice girl."

"We both know nice girls finish last."


Waiting around at a train station was killing him. He was a wanted criminal for crying out loud and all he really wanted was to see Sara and he couldn't even do that yet because her fucking train is late. He doesn't even know if she's even going to be on the train. She did leave him back in Gila, and even though she said she wouldn't of made it to the hospital on time, he still would have waited for her

"Chill Michael, she'll be here. You said yourself she wanted to come to the hospital to meet you." Lincoln said, reassuring him.

"But what if she was just saying that? What if she's bringing the authorities with her to hand us back in? She was the one to let us out, but what if she realises she made a mistake? I can't go back there Lincoln and I can't let you go back. Now that I have you again properly for the first time in three years, I can't lose you." Michael explained and Lincoln just sighed.

"Bro, if she feels half as much for you as you do for her, she wouldn't do that." Lincoln said as the train pulled up. As the doors opened, Sara came rushing out and Michael swore his heart skipped a beat. She's here. Wasting no time he just rushed to her and picked her up in a hug.

"I missed you." Michael simply said putting her down and she smiled before going over to Lincoln, hugging him as well.

"Nice to see you Lincoln." She simply said with a smile.

"Nice to see you too doc." Lincoln said.

"There's something you should know.. We're working with someone." Michael said once the introductions where done. "Help us clear our names, or so he says."

"Ok.." Sara said, before stopping in her tracks as she saw Kellerman. The memories came flooding back. Oh dear.


"Sara?" Michael asked through the door, for what felt like the millionth time.

"Come in." Sara replied and Michael sighed in relief as he opens the door to see her crying, sitting on the wash basin of the bathroom.

"Hey you okay?" Michael asked, sitting next to her.

"I just tried to kill a man, what is with me?" Sara said as she felt herself being pulled into a hug.

"That is why I stopped you. You can't kill a person, you don't have it in you." Michael said as he rubbed her back.

"Michael.. I want you to know I was coming back for you that day, in Gila before..." She trailed of and Michael sighed.

"I know. It's okay." He said, kissing the top of her head and she pulled away from the hug to gain a look at him.

"Michael... There's one more thing I want you to know." Sara said, taking a deep breath, knowing that the male was watching her every move. "The first thing they say to you when you take the job is to.. Uh.. Never fall in love with an inmate..." She trailed off, giving him a knowing glance. He just smiled slightly before resting his hand on her cheek before capturing her lips with his own. It was soft and sweet at first, like they both knew what they wanted but they were too shy to do anything else. Eventually, Michael broke apart hopping off the wash basin and standing right I front of her, needing more closeness. Cupping her head I her hands, he kissed her again. This time with more force but also with more.. love.


Seeing her again for the first time in what felt like ages, it felt like years for him. But being in Sona will do that to a man. He just couldn't believe his eyes. She's not dead, she's very much alive and breathing. Deciding he wasn't believing his eyes, he rushed to her and hugged her so tight, but not too tight she couldn't breathe. Afraid that she'll break or disappear if he let her go. He felt her tears on his shoulder but he doesn't care about that. All he cares about is the woman in his arms and he wasn't going to let her out his sight. Not for a long time.

"Michael, what do we do now?" Sara asked, as they were cuddling in bed.

"I don't know.. All I know is how much I love you." Michael answered and she just smiled. "Oh you forgot something in Panama." He then added breaking from the cuddle and shuffling around to get to his bag. Pulling out the paper rose he made her and giving it to her and she smiled.

"You went back for this?" Sara asked, laughing slightly.

"No, L.J found it and gave it too me. Said he found it in the room you two were in." Michael explained. Putting the rose on the bed side table she leaned up to kiss him, which he gladly kissed back. Pulling her closer to him, Michael groaned as he pulled her close, needing more. She obliged. Needless to say, that was the night that their little miracle was made.


Michael sighed as he looked around the hospital. He hated hospitals. He couldn't stand the smell of them, or the fact there were sick people that needed more attention. He's fine. He just fainted and the headaches were just out of dehydration. Nosebleeds weren't anything to be afraid off. Everyone gets them. It doesn't mean that he's dying... Right?

"I needed to make sure I could get access to your notes." A voice said snapping him out his train of thoughts. Sara. The most beautiful woman he's ever laid eyes on. "So I uh, I told them I was your wife." She then added laughing slightly and Michael smirked to him self. 'Sara Scofield.' Some day.

"Huh. Has a nice ring to it." Michael replied and Sara smiled more. "Someday, when all this is over, we'll have our own little family." He then added pulling her into his side , earning a wide smile off Sara. Sure their lives weren't exactly normal but she was ok with that as she was with the man she lives more than anything in the world.


Michael smiled at the memories. Sure there was some he wasn't proud of. Heck the first part of their relationship was based on a lie. But she still loved him and vice versa. Taking a deep breath, knowing that the end is close he thought of Sara and their family and how much he knows Lincoln will take care of her and his little nephew or niece and he realised something. Even though he's not going to be there in person to look after their family, he will always find a way to make sure they live a long happy life. With that thought in mind, he crossed the two beams together which caused an explosion which unlocked the doors so his wife, and his child, could get out and to safety. That was when the room went black.


So uh yeah. This is what happens when I get bored.

Let me know what you think and if you'd like a follow up :)