Sequel time!

This is the sequel to 'Wait on Me'. This one is rated 'M' instead of 'T' because there will be sexual scenes in this one as well as violence and possibly trigger warnings will be included as we will get deeper into her raping.

I will warn you if it rated 'M' because I want all of you guys to be comfortable reading this and if there are things you're not comfortble with, you can just skip it.

This also ignores his death. In my story, he gets Sara out and they're free. More will be explained later, during the story.

Let's get on with chapter 1!

Ever since Michael had escaped over six months ago and ran across the states, Clarissa couldn't sleep. She did what he asked and waited for him but it was hard and he didn't make it easy for her because every time she heard his name on the radio or the news, she had to keep strong and try not to faint or have a heart attack. She always feared for him.

She hadn't seen him for over seven months. She stopped working a few days before they broke out. Clarissa had been questioned by everyone but because Michael kept his word, she knew nothing. Now she was keeping her word and she knew nothing either. It was getting to her. She wanted- needed- to know he was okay, that was all she wanted.

Ever since he left and she last heard of him, she had been getting nightmares again. Sometimes they were of her rape, other times she saw Michael tied to the chair with Lincoln next to him and they would both get electrocuted for what they did.

She always woke up screaming.

She held it out two weeks at her old job with the cops before she quit. All she heard around her was everything about the crew and she was getting mad so she quit her job and went back to college. She did it online while she also taught dance classes not too far from where she lived. Her son asked about Michael every day.

They met once, in jail. After she quit working, she visited him and Lincoln again and brought little Linc with her. He immediately took after Michael, adoring him. He still had the origami crane next to his bed, on his nightstand.

But no matter how long it lasted, she still loved him.

She just wouldn't let him in again.

Her sister was running with them and she knew nothing. Michael told her he loved her during her last visit to him at jail. It was a day before he escaped. The bastard confessed his love and she was stupid enough to do the same. That was the last he heard of him. Not even a whole week later, Sara was running with them and she was left behind.

No, Michael chose her sister.

She choses herself, for once. And that included taking care of her, her son and just live their lives together. She refused to let anyone- definitely a man- take that away from her. She wouldn't let him. That was her choice and he needed to live with that.

One day, she and her little boy, were laying in the sofa when the news was heard.

'Michael Scofield, Lincoln Burrows, Sara Tancredi, Fernandez Sucre and the others from Fox River 8 are innocent'

They both shot up and looked at each other before the bell rang. "Mom?" Lincoln whispered.

She put a finger against her lips and shook her head before taking his hand softly walking away. They went to the kitchen and walked through the hidden door to the basement and waited there. They heard the front door open and several people walked in.

"Well,-" Her sisters voice sounded. "-she's here. The TV is still playing."

"Where is she then?" Came the calm voice of Michael.

'Michael?' Her son mouthed.

She nodded but kept him from running up the stairs. 'Wait here'

She took a gun and put up a hand to her son, signalling to wait as she walked up the stairs. With the gun drawn, she appeared in front of them all. "Out."

The three twirled in her direction as they had stood with their backs to her. "Clarissa."

"No, Lincoln. Get out." She looked at Sara and Michael with a cold stare. "All of you."

Michael walked closer but came to an abrupt halt when the gun was pointed at him. "Clarissa. Please, hear me out. I need to tell you everything. I know what you think but I have an explanation."

"You always do, Michael. But this isn't only me anymore. My son adores you! Do you understand that?" She asked. "I'm not the only one you led on, Michael. My son has given up hope to ever see you again and I can't blame him. Except for the origami crane, you never gave him anything. I want to spare my son from disappointment, so please. Get out, all of you."

Michael closed his eyes and sighed. "Fine but I'm coming back. I will come back every day until you listen to me."

"Prepare to have a gun pointed at you every day, then." She shot back. "Now, I want you out. All of you. You were fine without me for over 6 months, you'll be fine for the rest of your lives, won't you?"

"Clarissa." Her sister tried but got the gun pointed at her. "Come on, this isn't you. I get that you're hurt, I do but please. Put the gun down."

"Sara... Just go, please." She pleaded. "I've had enough, okay. I just want rest. I won't get that with you here. Please.. Please, just leave me. I've cried so much these last months, I've had enough. I'm drained, Sara. Please. Leave. For me."

She sighed. "I never wanted this, Clars. I only wanted you happy."

"You can make me happy." She said. "By leaving."

Her sisters eye caught something over the shoulder of Clarissa and decided to give in. "Okay. We'll leave but you will see me again. I want my sister back."

"And I want mine gone. I want to be alone with my son." Clarissa said. "Go, now. I want you gone. All of you. Now!"

"Come on." Sara said, going to the door. Michael wanted to argue but Sara shook her head. "We're leaving."

Michael and Lincoln followed, though sullenly. They didn't want to leave.

Outside, Michael turned to Sara. "Why did we leave? Some more pushing and she would've let us stay. She would've let me stay."

"Did either of you see the calender?" They both shook their heads. "While we were on the run, I checked in on her life from time to time to see if she was fine and how life was going for her. The second time I checked, I found she quit her job and had another one. She is teaching dance classes and is going back to school. Engineering, if I am right."

"So?" Lincoln asked.

Sara sighed. "On the calender it said 'Charity DS'. I think DS stands for Dance School. Every year, around this time, the local dance school here has this fundraiser showcase here in the arena. They go all out, it's amazing. We used to take dance classes back in the day, she was always better than I. We loved going and doing the showcases."

"That's where she'll be."

"That's where she'll be." Sara nodded.

Lincoln laughed as he twirled Sara behind. "Have I told you, you're amazing already?"

"Not yet." She managed to say before he cut her off.

Michael looked the other way as the couple kissed deeply, wishing he could do the same to Clarissa. He had been warned by her sister but he didn't expect such a reaction. No matter though, he still had his plan to make her his. He'd just have to alter it to the circumstances.