Well this is my first prison break fic. I am obsessed with that show, so I though, why not write a story about it. This story has some info from season two, but I pretty much changed it to how I wanted it to be. Like veronica dying does not happen, and they also manage to break out LJ. Anyways, enjoy. :
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Chapter 1

Sara Tancredi sighed and looked at her clock above the mantle. It was 7:30 on a Friday night, and she was at home, in pajamas and eating a bowl of chocolate fudge bar crunch ice cream, while watching some angsty love story. She smiled bitterly as the man professed his undying devotion to her and the woman happily accepting it.

"Don't listen to the bastard. He's cheating on you." She said to the tv, but of course, the television would not listen to her. She rolled her eyes and changed the channel.

And in other news, the eight escaped convicts of Fox River State Penitentiary are still at large, yet have somehow disappeared. The public should know they are potentially armed and extremely dangerous. The escape…

Sara changed the channel. The press was just repeating the same information for the past three weeks. Ever since she got out of the hospital…and was arrested. Thankfully there hadn't been enough charges to convict her, but still. She quit her job at Fox River, and was currently unemployed. She had enough money to get by though, for a few months, so she was alright for now. Unwillingly, her thoughts slid to Michael. Stupid Michael Scofield and his stupid escape. Stupid me for thinking he cared. She sighed. Everyone was always lying to her. Her ex-boyfriends, her father…Michael. She stood up and stretched, then went to bring her bowl to the kitchen. She was halfway there, when someone knocked on the door. She smiled. Paul was here, finally. He had promised to stop by tonight, and he was really her only good friend, other than Katie. Holding her empty bowl, she walked to the door, and without checking the peep hole, opened her door.

"Hey Paul. I…" Sara stopped in her sentence. For in fact, standing in front of her door, was not Paul Kellerman, but Michael Scofield. He looked at her for a second. "Who's Paul?" was his immediate question. She stepped to the side and let him in.

"What the hell are you doing here Michael!" she demanded of him, while shutting the door.

"Who's Paul?" he questioned again

"We're dating. Not that it's any of your concern. Why the hell are you here?" He closed his eyes and looked towards the floor while stuffing his hands into his pockets. "I heard about what happened, and I wanted…no I needed to see you. How long?" he asked, while chancing a glance at her face. She wasn't looking at him, but staring at the microwave clock.

"How long what?" she asked irritably, though she thought she knew.

"How long have you two been…dating." He said, forcing the sentence out. Sara thought for a moment. "Two weeks. He was the only one. The only one who approached me after I got out. I had pretty much lost all of my friends, well except for Katie." She chuckled sardonically. "Yea no one wants to be friends, yet alone have a relationship with, lets see how did they word this, 'the governors druggie daughter who slept with the leader of the escape and then left the door open for said leader.' Paul is the only one who cares." She finished bitterly.

"He's not the only one." Michael said sadly.

"Oh please Michael, don't even act like you care. All you needed from me was access to that damn infirmary, and then my damn keys. That's the only thing you had ever cared about. So don't give me that bull shit excuse that you did care. All guys are the same. They use you for their own personal gain, and don't give a crap about you." She said bitterly. "The exception is Paul." She added as an afterthought. Suddenly someone knocked on her door. "Shit he's here. You can just…go and hide in my closet or something, and then you can leave after he leaves. She waited until Michael had shut the door to her hall closet before walking to her front door and opening it.

"Hey Paul." She said happily, giving him a quick peck on the lips, making the kissing sound extra loud so Michael could hear it. "I missed you."

"Sara. You're looking absolutely wonderful this evening." Said Paul back to her, while walking into her apartment and shutting the door.

"Ha, I'm just in my pajamas silly. You're the one looking wonderful. Why so dressed up?" she asked, while walking over to her window and looking out at the starry night sky.

"Oh, remember that meeting I told you about. Well we all decided on something," he started while reaching into the inside of his jacket pocket. "And that's that you need to tell me where Michael Scofield and Lincoln Burrows are, right now. And I might just spare your life." He said coldly while pointing the gun straight at her. It took a moment for Paul's words to sink in, but when they did, she spun around and swallowed as she saw the gun pointed at her.

"You…you lied to me?" she asked, her voice uncharacteristically weak.

"Answer the question." He demanded, cocking the gun. In the closet, Michael heard everything and started looking around frantically for anything that could knock out another person. He finally found an iron lamp with the light shade taken off, and tried opening the door quietly.

"I…I don't know where they are." She said, on the verge of tears.

"Don't lie to me Sara. I know you've been in contact with Scofield. That little paper crane, yes that's right I took it, it has his prints and his handwriting all over it. I know you two had a thing for each other, and I know you know where he is. I'm giving you to the count of three. One…" Silent tears started falling down her cheeks, but then she saw Michael walking out of the closet with an iron lamp in his hands. "Two." He continued his countdown. "Come on Sara. I'm giving you a chance to save yourself. Is it going to be you, or Scofield and Burrows." Sara still wasn't saying anything. "Alright, you know, you were a really nice person to know, but…I guess, well goodbye Sara Tancredi. Three."

BANG.

Paul Kellerman slumped to the floor, unconscious, and Michael stood behind him in a cold fury. He had hit him right in the side of the head. Sara stood there in shock, and then slowly sank to her knees. Her face was white. "Oh my God." She said. Michael walked over to her, and knelt in front of her.

"Sara. I need you to come with me. I'll keep you safe. Please." Michael pleaded with her. "Please. I know you have no reason to, but I need you to trust me, just this once." He said, when she still hadn't answered him. She looked at him, then stood up and went to her room. "Sara?"

"I have to pack a bag of stuff. Can't you wait?" she answered furiously. Michael nodded, and then started looking for something that he could tie up Kellerman with. He finally found a lamp cord, and tied his wrists and ankles up, just in case he woke up any time soon. Sara came back out with a small bag of items, and went and stood near the door. She wouldn't look at him. Michael stood up and walked over towards her, reaching out to touch her shoulder, but she moved away. He let his arm stay like that for a second, then dropped it down to his side again. "I have a car here." He said, with obvious disappointment. And with that, Michael opened the door, checked the outside of her apartment, and then proceeded to the end of the hallway. They made it to his car without incident, and they both got in the car and sped off. The car ride to the safe house was silent, except for the occasional sniffle from Sara's side. Michael kept looking at her out of the corner of her eye, and saw tears streaming down her face. She wasn't even bothering trying to wipe them away. She felt horrible. They finally arrived at their destination: a beat down warehouse. Michael got out of the car and went to Sara's side to open her door, and then he held out his hand. Sara looked at it, then brushed it off and got out of the car on her own. Michael looked down to the ground, then dropped his hand to his side. Sighing, he went to the back of the car and got Sara's bag out, then proceeded to the back of the warehouse. He knocked three times, waited for a few seconds, then knocked two more times. Lincoln opened the door immediately.

"Finally Michael. We were beginning to get…what's the doc doin' here?" he asked, for he had just noticed Sara and her tear streamed face.

"I had to bring her here. Someone…tried to kill her." He said, while walking into the warehouse. Sara walked in, and took a moment to look at her surroundings. It was small, dark and dirty. Exactly how she felt. Suddenly Veronica walked into the room, closely followed by LJ.

"Hey Michael how did…Sara?" she said with concern. Sara looked at her and went and sat down at the small dingy table. Veronica gave all the guys a look, and they all left the room to go downstairs to the basement. Michael went last, throwing one last glance at the pair of them. Veronica could see the pain and caring etched in his features, and she knew that he loved her.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" she asked hesitantly. Sara sat there for a second, then shook her head. Veronica looked at her, and then asked if she wanted a cup of coffee. Sara looked at her, and then said, "that would be good." So Veronica went in the kitchen and brought out two cups of coffee. Sara stared at her cup of coffee.

"It seems," she started quietly, "that every man in my life has used or lied to me for one thing or another. When I was younger and worked in the hospital, my so called 'boyfriends" would ask me for drugs. And I would always get them for them. Because I thought that they cared for me. In the end though, they always left me. My father. He was never there. Never ever. And when he was, I had to do everything that he wanted me to do. He only cared about his career. Never me. Then I met Michael. I thought that I had him figured out, but in the end, he just used me as well. He never cared. Not at all. I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted to die, because I knew that no one would ever care for me. And it hurt. Knowing that I was alone. After I overdosed, my father never even came to visit me. The only time he came was when he came to bail me out after I was arrested. And that was basically to tell me that he no longer wanted anything to do with me. I really wished that I had died at that moment. Maybe then he would have felt some remorse." Tears started falling over from her eyes again, falling into her untouched coffee. Veronica reached over and held her hand. "Finally, when I got into rehab, I met a guy. He was sweet, and he seemed to care for me in a way that no one had. I gave myself up to him. I gave him me. Fucking jerk. Tonight, he came to my apartment. He pulled a gun on me asking where Michael and Lincoln were. I didn't know. He was going to kill me. If Michael wasn't there, than I would be dead. I wish he wasn't there. I would be dead right now." She stared at her coffee. "And no one would care." She added as an afterthought. She smiled bitterly. "So theres my messed up life story. I should write a book. The Fucked Up Life of Dr. Sara Tancredi. Ha." Veronica stopped her at that point. "Sara. I can name four people that care about you. They all live in this house. Myself, Lincoln, LJ, and Michael…"

"Michael didn't give a shit about me." Sara said bitterly. Veronica just let it go, for now. "We all care for you, because you helped give us our family back. And even though you might not think it, we consider you as family. And Sara," Veronica started, hesitating, she plunged on, "there are only four people in this entire world that Michael cares about. Lincoln: he broke him our of prison; LJ: he helped Lincoln break him our of custody just hours after they escaped; Myself, because of Lincoln, and…"

"His wife." Interrupted Sara bitterly.

"No. You. I see it in his eyes. He's in love with you. I'm sure he would have wanted to tell you that himself, but I cant let you tear him down knowing what I know. And," she let out a dry laugh, "I don't exactly think that you would let him tell you that, from what I heard." Sara looked up from her coffee. "What has he told you?" she asked.

"Oh, nothing really. I can just pick stuff up. He ruined his life to help Lincoln, and I think that he thinks he ruined any chances he has with you. And it's killing him. He was really depressed after hearing that you almost died. It took a lot of force to stop him from tearing off to the hospital to see you. If we weren't here, he would have. What I'm trying to say is, if Michael didn't care, I don't think that he would have risked his freedom to come and see you. He wouldn't have gone to your house. He would have waited until a few years had passed to thank you, or apologize, whatever he was planning on doing tonight." Veronica explained. Sara sat there for a few minutes, taking in all the information.

"I don't think that I can trust another man. Every man I had ever known has lied and/or used me." She half smiled. "I'll just be alone for the rest of my life. Come and visit you guys on Christmas or something. Devote myself to work. Not go out and meet anyone."

Veronica sighed. "Well I guess you and Michael have something in common. I heard him telling Lincoln that he's never going to meet anyone, because all he wanted was you."

"Thanks for listening to me." Sarah said. "It really feels a lot better having this off of my chest." She stood up, as did Veronica, and she gave her a friendly hug. "We're always here for you." Veronica told her. "Whatever you need, come to us."

"Thanks." Sarah said, fighting back tears. She was actually sort of happy she hadn't died. That Michael had been there to save her.

"Now, if you wanna hear some big news, then come on downstairs. I wanted to say it right when Michael got here, but family comes first." She smiled. "Come on." So Sara and Veronica walked on downstairs. Michael looked up and saw them, and immediately stood up to give the girls the couch, and he went and stood by the wall in the dark, watching Sara. She looked better than she had been. He had to remember to thank Veronica. He then turned his attention to Veronica, for she had just started speaking.

"I found Terrence." She started happily. "He's living the comfortable life in Blackfoot, Montana. I went to his house, saw him through a window. I knew it would be stupid to go in there, so I left and called the police. I stayed around for a bit hiding out, and saw the police come and take him away. I heard him starting to spill everything. I mean everything about this damn conspiracy. What I'm trying to say, is, Lincoln, LJ, you both are going to be free. I went to the judge after the police took Terrence away, and everything is going to be cleared tomorrow. It's all over." She said happily as Lincoln swept her up in a hug, closely followed by LJ. Michael walked over and joined the happy hug as well. Sara just sat, and watched the happy family. Lincoln noticed this.

"Come on, Sara. You're family too." He got out of the big four way hug, grabbed Sara, and gave her a big hug. "Thank you for doing everything that you did." He whispered in her ear. LJ came over next and gave her a hug as well. "Thanks for helping my dad and uncle," he said happily, and Veronica closely followed, enveloping LJ and Sara in her grasp. "Oh what the heck." Lincoln mused happily, and went back to the growing group around Sara and put his arms aound everyone. "Come on, Mike, there's plenty of room for the mastermind. Michael walked over hesitantly to the only free space in the little group around Sara. He looked at her face, but she still wouldn't look at him. Nevertheless, he wrapped his arms aound his family. "What about Uncle Mike?" LJ suddenly asked. They all let go unwillingly, and looked towards Veronica.

"I talked to the judge about him, and explained everything. He still has to go to a hearing, but the judge is pretty sure that he'll get off with probation. He did it all for the greater good. He still has to turn himself in though. In the next twenty-four hours." Veronica finished happily. "We can all finally be one big happy family." Lincoln laughed heartily, then went over to his little brother and gave him a huge hug. "They better give him probation. He ain't goin' back to Fox River, or any other prison. I'll sue anything I can if they do that. The court, the judge, the police, the government, anything and everything if they so much as hint that he's going back to prison." Sara smiled to herself. It was all worth it. Even though it helped to cause her self destruction, it was all worth it to see Michael and Lincoln, Veronica and LJ all happy and smiling together. If she hadn't left that door unlocked, then this moment in time would not be happening. They would instead be mourning Lincoln's death. Michael would still be in Fox River. LJ would be in some prison for a crime he didn't commit. Veronica would be heartbroken and devastated. And I would be miserable and alone, with no one to care about me. I now have a family for what I did. It was definitely all worth it. She came out of her reverie to see Michael staring at her. He walked over to her and put his hand tentatively on her shoulder. When she didn't shy away, he let out a breath he didn't know that he was holding. "We need to talk. Please. I'll tell you anything that you want to know. But please, can we just talk." He pleaded with her. Sara stared at him for a second, then nodded. "Ok." Michael turned around and looked at the rest of his celebrating family, and then looked back to her. He led her up the stairs and back into the dirty kitchen and the small dingy table. They both sat down, Sara avoiding his eyes.

"Sara, I am so sorry. For everything I did. I know that you'll probably never forgive me. But that's ok. As long as you know that everything I said that had to do with me and you, I meant. I really do…care for you." He finished. She was silent for a few minutes, looking at everything but him. Finally she looked at him.

"Michael. I already forgave you. The moment Veronica talked to me. And you know what? I'm glad I did what I did. I wouldn't change what I did at all. But that doesn't hide the fact that you betrayed me. You betrayed my trust. After that, I knew that I couldn't be with a man who lied to me so easily." She looked away from his eyes at that point, because the fact that his eyes were watering was breaking down her resolve. "What I'm trying to say is, we cant work. We wont work. I wont be able to trust you. And I cant have that." She got up at that point, and made to go back downstairs.

"Sara?" he called back to her. She turned around. "Just know that, every time I lied to you…it killed me. I wished, so many times, that I could tell you the truth about…about everything. And lying to you just put a knife in my heart, and every lie after that twisted it deeper and deeper." He finished desperately. He was on the verge of losing her. He knew it. And she knew it. She looked at him for a second.

"Goodbye Michael." She said quietly, and then walked back downstairs. He stared at the point where she disappeared for a while, and finally turned back around. And he let the tears fall. Lincoln came up five minutes later to find Michael sitting at the table staring at nothing on the wall. "Bro?" he questioned.

"I lost her Linc. I lost her."