Note: I haven't written a story in months and months. Sorry this is short, its almost 6am and i want to get some sleep but i felt i needed to write something otherwise the ideas would leave my head lol.

Disclaimer - I don't own these characters, unfortunately they belong to FOX

Chapter one.

A year had passed since they had exchanged Whistler for LJ and then had news that Michael was now a free man. After spending his time in Fox River and then in Sona, the authorities thought fit he had served his time especially after everything that had happened to him and his family. Michael guessed the Judge was having a good day because it could have gone down worse than that, he could have given him more time but yet he didn't which he was thankful for.

But the last year hadn't been all good news, he also lost the love of his life. He spent many months drowning his sorrows in alcohol, which also resulting in him isolating himself in his apartment, away from everyone where he just wanted to wallow in his own grief to deal with it his own way.

But Lincoln had made him wake up and realize Sara would not have wanted him to waste his life like that, but to do everything he wanted to to never waste a minute.

But deep down he blamed himself for what happened to her, she wouldn't be dead if he didn't drag her into this whole thing and then being selfish in asking Lincoln to rescue her and LJ which then resulted in her death.

Now he had his old job back, he feared that after everything he had done they would not want to associate with him but he was wrong and they were understanding.

After moving out from the house Lincoln now lived with LJ, he began to enjoy life again which he never thought would happen.

He made friends, loved work and his family. But he knew one thing for sure was, he would never love anyone else the way he loved Sara.

There had been girls who wanted him to get involved again, telling him its what Sara would have wanted. Maybe that was true, but he just couldn't do it, he wasn't ready. He didn't want to forget her and he feared that being with someone else would do that, make him forget her and he couldn't do that.

Lincoln was having a party over at the house and it was compulsory that he go otherwise it would not be a pretty sight.

Michael sat at the desk in the corner of his apartment, the closest to the window which had the view of the river. At night it was beautiful, the way the moon shone onto the water was unlike anything he has seen before.

A few hours later he entered the gates of Lincoln's house to see a heap of people everywhere, from the chairs surrounding the large table situated in the backyard, to the people chatting to the boys around the BBQ while cooking up a storm.

"Hey Bro." he heard Lincoln yell out from the grill, he gave LJ the Tongs and made his way over to where Michael stood.

He wondered the occasion, but with Lincoln when it involved food and Beer there didn't have to be an occasion or reason.

"What's going on?' He just had to ask. He looked around and saw a few girls eyeing him off.

Over the course of the last few months Lincoln had been trying to hook him up with girls, getting him to go and go on a date. But to no such luck, no matter how many times Michael told him that he will when he is ready and just wasn't right now it didn't seem to be doing any good.

"Nothing much, just felt like having a little get together. I'm feeling like it will become a tradition. " Lincoln laughed.

"Little? Looks like you invited the whole neighborhood" Michael smirked, knowing full well this is what Lincoln had missed while in Prison the company of good friends and hot girls. Oh especially the girls.

"Okay maybe just a little. I guess I got excited and got out of hand" This caught his attention.

"Excited?" He asked, curiously. "Why? Is something happening?"

Suddenly Lincoln had this look in his eye and the way he was smiling, Michael knew instantly that he was planning something. But the question was what exactly?

"It's nothing really, but there is this one girl…" he didn't have to finish his sentence because Michael put a hand up as he knew instantly what he was getting at.

"No" Was all he said and started to leave, he didn't need to be set up.

But he brother was hot on his trail. "Oh come on Michael, slow down alright?"

"Lincoln, why do we need to go over this every time? I told you I'm not ready but when I am I will find my own dates and not to be set up." He grew frustrated and irritated by the moment, just even thinking about dating made him nauseated.

Finally Lincoln gave up for now, "Okay fine. I'm sorry I just thought it was time. But it's your life" He smiled slightly in an attempt to lighten the conversation.

"Thank you" Michael said, relieved.

"Now come on and eat, talk to your nephew and socialize. Just because you're a workaholic it doesn't mean you can't be sociable." Lincoln started to drag his arm toward the food.