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Chapter 1

I stared into the mirror, this was now or never as I looked to my face in the reflective surface. I took deep breaths in and out; I reminded myself why I was doing this. I had to do this for him, but it still didn't feel right.

I had simple makeup; my dirty blonde hair was pulled into a French knot, my green eyes framed by soft pastel colours. I never really wore pastel colours, but today seemed like a good day to start. I wasn't sure what I was doing looking down to a simple white dress; it was the kind you would wear in the summer on a beach with a cold one.

"Lil, are you ok?" Michael's voice was smooth after he knocked on the door; I took three deep breaths and then opened the door.

"Michael, it is bad luck to see the bride before the wedding!" I stepped out of the bathroom of our hotel suite; he rolled his eyes quickly looking me over. His hand touched my arm. I didn't know how to react to anything that was happening.

"Lily, seriously…" He now moved to the bed picking up a tie, I could see a brief glance of his fresh tattoo, I didn't ask too many questions, I wasn't sure what my part in this whole plan was.

"Sorry Michael, just this isn't my dream wedding…" I found a glass of Jack Daniels on the counter picking it up taking a big sip.

"Lillian, you're not backing out!" Michael hadn't sounded so stressed before; it was a mixture of worry and paranoia.

"No, No I am not backing out." I moved over touching my hands to Michael's arms, this didn't feel right, but the reason for it all was worth it.

"I got the wedding certificate this morning, so we are good to go." He spoke calm again; his hand cupped under my chin so our eyes meet. "I'm so grateful that you are doing this for me." He spoke softly, his eyes piercing through my own.

"I know Michael…" I now finish off my drink placing the glass back down on the counter. This was the scariest moment of my life, I could feel his hand brushing my arms as we left the hotel room, I couldn't believe this was really happening.

We walked slowly, I hadn't really been to Vegas before, I remember when I was a teenager me and Lincoln would joke about getting married in Vegas, but it was just a running joke in teen love. I remember everything that I did with Lincoln Burrows; I wished so much that I didn't go to college. That I stayed with him. I wished I kept him on the right side of the law, I wished so much that wishing just seemed all my life. I never forgot how I found out about Lisa. Lisa was the mother of Lincoln's only son. I didn't know how to talk to him after that, I didn't understand his world that left me behind.

Finding out that Lincoln was on death row was the final nail in the coffin of us, I didn't know what to do, I never stopped loving him, I never moved on. I just kept my job as a nurse; I kept busy in the hospital I worked at. Then one day I get a phone call from Michael Scofield, I would never forget that phone call. The thing about Michael is that in all the time I've known him, his been a selfless person. I loved him, but more of a big sisters love towards her little brother.

So here I was in a wedding chapel in a Las Vegas casino, getting married to the brother of the man I would never get over.

I felt my palms getting sweaty, I knew my throat was tight and I mostly wanted nothing more than to change my mind, but this wasn't the time to get cold feet.

We waited for our names to be called; I knew Michael was as nervous as I was. He placed a hand on my back giving me a quick peek on the cheek; he walked to his position. I walked the little way to the alter, I couldn't stop my chest from heaving, I was now at the point of no return.

I listen to the minister talk, he did the normal speech, he asked for someone to object, it didn't happen. We didn't have a witness; well the witness was someone who worked for the casino. Michael held my hand tight in his; I could tell he was as scared as I was.

After the I do's, the kissing of the bride, more of a carefully placed kiss on my lips, I didn't kiss back, it was something that never felt right, no other kiss was the same as Lincoln's. I didn't remember anything from that point; I can remember signing the wedding papers. I remember Michael and me walking back to the hotel room, but after I just wanted to sleep. I was now married to Michael Scofield. It was weird to think that this wasn't a real marriage, this was all planned out by Michael, I knew this was the only way I could be helpful to Michael's plan.

The next morning waking up seemed surreal, the curtains were still closed and the little sunlight was shining through. I rolled to my side seeing Michael asleep on the couch of the hotel room; I then glanced at my hands seeing my wedding ring it wasn't fake. I was now a married woman, it was hard to think that I would have been able to carry this thing through.

Trying not to make any noise I slowly got up out of bed, I was sleeping in a big t shirt and shorts. I wanted to take full use of the shower before we checked out of this hotel. Michael didn't wake up as I moved through the room carefully. I made sure that when I showered to be quick, I didn't know why but the sooner I left this place, the quicker I could get on with my life, I knew that for a while it wasn't going to be the same, I took the time off work to get married, it was a shock to everyone, but then again I didn't really share much of my personal life with work.

"So I will contact you when I need you…" Michael said as he dropped me off at my apartment, I didn't know what to say to him, we didn't talk on the plane home, he didn't even look in my direction as we travelled home, but I didn't look at him either. We both felt the same thing, we knew this was just a temporary arrangement, but it still didn't feel real.

"Yeah, ok." I finally replied closing the door, I walked into the empty lounge, my eyes falling to a photo on my fireplace, it was a photo of my college graduation, I smiled running my fingers over the faces in the photo. Michael was standing beside Veronica, she was wearing everything neat and I laughed looking over To Lincoln and myself. I look seriously hung over, but Lincoln held me upright, his eyes seemed bright, my face didn't even look at the camera, I was too busy staring at Lincoln.

I turned seeing the answer machine flashing; I slowly walked over to look at the two messages that flashed. I didn't want to listen to them right now walking back to my bedroom, I didn't want to do anything, I just wanted to sleep.

I was at work when it broke all over the news, I didn't know what to think at first, but then again I didn't find it a surprise either.

I kept still on the old sofa, it was the nurses break room, I couldn't help but feel everyone's eyes on me, it was making it hard to keep calm.

"Hey Lil, isn't that your new husband?" Julie, my work colleague asked pointing to the photo of Michael flashing on the screen.

My eyes didn't need to linger on the Michael's face; I didn't know what to say. This is what was meant to be happening. I finally took a deep breath before nodded. The only reason the work knew of my 'husband' was the only way I could get the time off work.

"I need to go!" I said trying to not sound too panicked, Julie quickly glanced from me to the TV again, "I think they will let you leave!" she whispered, but I didn't reply rushing to get my things.

It wasn't long before I was sitting in front of a glass panel, Michael on the other side of the glass, he didn't look attractive in that shade of orange, but he smiled at me sheepishly.

"Are you ok?" I asked not sure of what else to say, this wasn't the first time I had this kind of conversation, just last time it was with Lincoln, never thought it'll be Michael in the sick orange jump suit.

"I'm fine, you didn't have to come." He replied watching me with skeptical eyes, I simply laughed him off, there wasn't much else I could of done.

"Michael, what kind of wife would I be if I didn't visit you?" I tried not to laugh, but Michael's smile broke me making me laugh.

"That is a good point, but still you remember…" he started, but I simply raise a hand up.

"Michael, I know, really I've gone over this with you a million times, just try not to be killed, please." I sat closer to the glass; he then nodded placing a hand on the glass.

"I'll do the best I can…" his eyes focused on mine, but I got to my feet heading to the exit.

Passing the outside of the court room felt like a lump had formed in my stomach, I couldn't wait for the verdict, I looked to the bench seeing Lincoln's son, it was still hard for me to look at the sixteen year old without feeling sick. He didn't look up, his eyes staring down to the ground.

When we were aloud back into the court room, I couldn't look at Veronica as she stood beside Michael to get his sentence.

I listened as Michael was now heading for Fox River penitentiary, I was aloud to Hug him once before he was taken away, I remember standing next to L.J little did he or Veronica know what Michael had in store for now on.