Hello everyone! This is my second fanfic (the first one was about "Lost"). Lately, I've become totally addicted to Prison Break and this story is for those who love the show just like me and who don't know what to do while waiting for the next season. Please read and review!

I want to dedicate my story to my best friend - Emila - who always supported me in bad times and who I could always count on. Thanks for everything :

Summary: It's post 2x17 "Bad Blood". It contains some spoilers for 2x18 "Wash". Sara is hunted with the events of the past weeks. Will Michael be able to make the demons disappear? MiSa fic.


"Nightmares"

Chapter 1

After they listened to the tape – the conversation between president Reynolds and her supposedly dead brother, they sat there visibly shocked by what they had just heard. It was unbelievable that someone could be so malicious to make such a devilish plan to place a totally innocent man on a death row and be the reason why so many people had to loose their lives. And now it was in front of them. The evidence of Lincoln's innocence; after everything they'd been through. The only thing that could make all of this right.

"Oh my god." Sara was the first to break the dead silence. She looked at both men and covered her mouth with a shaking hand.

"So what's our next move?" asked Lincoln still a little stunned by this whole situation.

"We wait." Michael answered him as if it was perfectly obvious. It made the other two even more confused.

"WHAT?!" Lincoln yelled. He couldn't believe what his brother was saying. "What are you talking about!? We should contact the TV and reveal the recording ASAP."

"No! We can't!" Michael snapped at him. Lincoln tried to respond but his brother beat him to it. "OK. Listen, I'm sorry," he apologised, "but we have to be careful. We can't rush now. You saw how they discredited us with our message."

"And obviously they'll try to do the same with this tape." Sara spoke up, following Michael's trail of thought.

"Exactly." Michael nodded and locked eyes with her, giving a little smile.

"So now what? We just sit and do nothing?" Lincoln got up in frustration and started pacing the room nervously.

"Of course not, Linc," Michael reassured him, "Remember what dad said?" He turned around and looked at his brother.

Hearing the mention of Aldo Burrows, Lincoln came to a halt, his head hanging down. Their father's death was still something extremely painful. They thought they had finally got him back just to loose him again, this time for good. Lincoln's thoughts went back to Aldo's last moments in that car and his last words… Michael brought him out of his reverie.

"Hey, Linc. Do you hear me?"

"Lincoln, you're OK?" He heard Sara's voice. He raised his head and saw two pairs of eyes filled with pure concern.

"What?"

"Linc, you spaced out for a moment. It looked as if you were absent." Michael got up and stood by his side.

"Actually, I was…" Lincoln replied; a small sad grin escaped his lips leading to even more confusion.

"Don't worry, I'm OK now," he said. However, they didn't seem to be convinced about it. Seeing their faces, he told them once again: "I'm fine, really," and he gave them a little smile but it didn't quite reach his eyes.

"So what was it that you were talking about?" he asked trying to change the subject.

Michael and Sara exchanged glances. Michael knew his brother all too well and if there was something that he didn't want to talk about, nothing would make him change his mind. Therefore, he just decided to let it go and continued.

"I was trying to say that according to dad there are still people who can be trusted in the government. If only we knew a name…" Michael's voice trailed off and he sighed deeply.

"We can contact Jane Phillips. She should know someone who'd help us," Lincoln stated, "I can phone her right now, besides I'll find out how's LJ doing."

"OK." Michael nodded, "We'll wait here."

"Tell him 'hi' from us," said Sara.

"Yeah, I'll do. Thanks." The man smiled gratefully. He got a cellphone out of his pocket and retreated into the bedroom.

The room went quiet for a moment. Michael turned to look at Sara. She was staring straight ahead at nothing particular, lost in her own world.

"Hey." Michael said softly not wanting to scare her. When she didn't respond, he reached out to her, touching her cheek gently. She instantly leaned against his warm hand. Her eyes closed and a single tear rolled down.

"Sara…" he felt so many emotions rushing through him that he didn't know what to say.

"How long?" A silent question escaped her mouth.

"Huh?" He wasn't sure whether he heard her correctly.

Her eyes snapped open and she looked at him. "How long will it take? And how many human lives will be taken before all of this ends, Michael?" She was visibly shaken and at the verge of tears.

"I honestly don't know." He said with a deep regret in his voice. "But now we have a chance. If we play it right, we can end this for good. And then everything will come back to normal again." He added.

"Nothing's gonna be normal again." Sara added bitterly and shook her head.

"Hey, don't say that." He cupped her face in his hands. "You don't know what the future holds." He smiled caressing her soft skin.

"The future?" Sara gave out a nervous laugh. "You really think there's a future…" she hesitated for a moment. "for us?" she said looking directly into his eyes.

She feared that what she'll see there, would be hurt and regret but the only thing reflected in his crystal blue eyes was love. Unconditional love. Love so strong that you could die for it. Sara was still afraid of this feeling since she hadn't encountered anything similar in her whole life. She always had some junky boyfriends who were only interested in the drugs she had stolen from the hospital. They never ever cared about her and her feelings. She was always taken for granted. Even her father always shut her out and never really was concerned about her.

Michael smiled as if sensing all her inner doubts. "I'm sure of it. You need to have faith." She smiled at the word. He told her about 'faith keeping him going' on the train the other day, just before she'd finally decided to express her deeply hidden feelings for him.

She was brought back to reality when she noticed that Michael was slowly leaning toward her, tentatively closing the distance between them. He stopped mere inches from her face just to tease her a little. Sara felt she couldn't wait any longer so she hurriedly closed the distance and eagerly captured his lips with her own.

"Mhmm…" she made a small groan. Michael chuckled. "Hey, I didn't realise you were in such a strong need. If I knew this before…" his voice trailed off.

"Scofield, just shut up and kiss me." She told him with a stern look on her face but her mouth twitched in amusement.

"Yes, miss Tancredi, whatever you want," said Michael.

The kiss was full of pure emotions. Hope, happiness, pleasure but most of all love. Sara swung her arms behind Michael's back pulling him even closer. At first, their kiss was gentle and tender but soon it became hungrier and more passionate. Sara's head started to spin, her heartbeat quickened and she was feeling slightly dizzy. If it wasn't for his firm grip, she'd probably fall down.

They became so engrossed in each other that the whole world around them vanished, making them feel like they were the only people on this planet. They weren't wanted people anymore, they were Michael and Sara – two people madly in love.

Finally, they reluctantly broke the kiss, gasping for air. Michael rested his forehead against hers.

"Are you better now?" Michael spoke in a deep voice.

"Yeah." She whispered and smiled sweetly at him. He pushed a stray of hair behind her ear.

"Thank you, Michael." She stated meeting his eyes. They always seemed to reflect some mystery, maybe this was why she found them so captivating. In an instant, she felt her own eyes filling with tears and desperately tried to hold them back.

Michael drew Sara into his embrace. "Hush," he whispered against her hair, "Everything's gonna be fine." She nodded against his chest and he pressed a tender kiss on the top of her head.

At the same time, they heard a door creak and Lincoln stormed into the room.