I know I shouldn´t start another story before I´m finished with the other misa, but really, this idea wouldn't leave me alone ;) I know it´s been done several times before but I wanted to see what I could do with it. It takes place during the time Michael and the gang was still incarcerated in Fox River. I suddenly longed for some season one misa fluff, the best kind truly. Hope you like!

The thoughts always came when he lay in his bunk at night, staring into nothing and listening to Sucre snoring away. Thoughts of his brother, his family, of beaches and cheap beer. Happiness. His brothers freedom and happiness. He would do anything for that to happen. The thoughts consumed him. Eventually though his thoughts always turned to her. Sara. His gentle and kind doctor. If she knew how much time he spent thinking about her, memorizing her every move, watching her… she would surely assign him to nurse Katie and never look his way again. He couldn't help himself. Sara was the kind of woman he had always wanted but never thought he´d find. Now he had found her, but she was out of reach for him. The inmate falling for the prison doctor he was supposed to charm. Oh the irony.

He told himself to stop thinking about her, he told himself that every night. But yet, every new day he was back there again. It didn't matter that she obviously didn't trust him anymore after having discovered the lies he had told during the riot. Asbestis, idiot he told himself. Of course she would find out the truth. But when he had seen her on that monitor, nothing had mattered besides saving her, and he had risked everything for her. When he had helped her down from the ceiling, her body had pressed against his and for a short moment their eyes had locked and he could have swore he saw something flickering in them when he held her. Her eyes had dropped to his lips, and he had wanted to kiss her, in that moment, all he wanted was to feel her lips against his. But then Stoker had interrupted and a lot had happened since then, mainly, the trust she had had in him was now gone. He sighed.

He had to stop thinking about her, he could ruin everything. When his thoughts once again turned to her he closed his eyes. Michael Scofield was a man of discipline, but when it came to Sara Tancredi all his carefully structured plans fell apart. He wished she would call him Michael again, not Mr Scofield, it irritated him beyond belief that she had put that wall between them again. And now it was Dr Tancredi, not Sara. For all his planning, he had never planned on this. He sighed again and turned over, after a while falling asleep, his dreams filled of auburn hair and warm brown eyes.

The first thing he noticed the next day while he was waiting for Sara was the flowers. They stood on a vase on her desk. Yellow tulips. Who were they from, her father? Before he could check them for a card Sara walked in to the room.

"Mr Scofield. Roll up your sleeve please". Her tone was short and void of emotion.

He did as she said and she sat down in the chair next to him while preparing his shot. He studied her while she was occupied, letting his gaze sweep over her. She was dressed in black pants and a red tight shirt who looked incredible on her. Her hair was down and fell in soft waves around her face. He wondered how he should ask her about the flowers.

"Do we have an admirer?" Smooth Scofield, real smooth.

Sara didn't look up and instead of answering injected him with the needle. He tried again.

"The flowers".

"None of your business".

Still, she didn't meet his eyes.

"Sara…"

This time she looked up, her eyes angry.

"It´s doctor Tancredi".

Before he could speak a knock at the door interrupted him. Officer Bellick walked into the room.

"Sorry for bothering you Doctor" his smile so sugary sweet it was disgusting really, Michael was in danger of losing what little of the food which had been edible this morning. To his surprise Sara smiled back.

"I was wondering if, if I could speak with you for a second?"

Michael´s eyes narrowed.

"Of course Brad. I´ll just be a sec Mr Scofield, hold this to your arm".

Brad?

Sara got up and followed Bellick to the other side of the room, Michael did his best to hear what was being said.

"So, I see you got the flowers" What the fuck?!

Michael´s hands turned into fists, clenching the edge of the gurney.

"Yes thank you, they are beautiful" Sara smiled a shy smile.

Bellick´s cheeks turned red and he stammered.

"I, I they were, I mean. I was wondering if, if you would like to have dinner, with me I mean?"

Michael´s head snapped around and he glared at Bellick.

"I mean, I thought we could go to that restaurant down the street but if you don´t want…"

"I´d love to".

Now he couldn't stop himself and he stood up, taking a step towards them. Sara saw him stand in the corner of her eye and quickly motioned Bellick to the door, almost pushing him out.

"Call me later and we can decide when and where".

One more disgusting smile from Bellick and then he was gone, and he was alone with Sara, who slowly turned to face him.

His eyes met hers and he swallowed hard.

"Bellick?"

"That´s none of your business Mr Scofeld".

"The hell it is, you can´t honestly tell me that you are going on a date with him? You don´t know what he´s like Sara".

This time she didn't correct him on her name.

"I know enough".

Michael laughed and it was a hard short laugh.

"Really? You know how officer Bellick is really like then?"

Sara glared at him.

"I know that he has an honest job and that he hasn't robbed any banks lately".

Michael glared back at her.

"Is that so? Well then, let me tell you about officer Bellicks honest job then"

"It dosen´t matter what you think, you don´t have a say in my life" she said glaring at him.

He was about to retort when nurse Katie stuck her face in.

"Sara are you busy? I need some help here?"

"No we´re done here". He didn't miss her sigh of relief.

By the time the guard had walked him back to his cell he was fuming. The cell door swung closed behind him and when the guard had walked off he punched the wall in frustration, alerting Sucre to his bad mood.

"Something wrong Fish?"

"No, everythings fine" he gritted out.

Sucre continued watching him even after he had laid down on his bed. Strange, Michael had never confided in him about his feelings for the doctor, but Sucre knew it was because of her that Michael came back from the infirmary with a lighter mood each day. Sucre frowned. Well except for these last few days. He had no idea what had happened, but judging from Michael´s mood, it was something big.

Sara sat in her apartment that night thinking. Had she made the right choice accepting Brad´s invitation? She liked him sure, but she didn't find him attractive. Not like Michael. She sighed to herself, she had to stop thinking like this, and stop comparing Brad to Michael. It didn't matter how beautiful eyes he had, or how he made her body tingle from just being in the same room. What mattered was that he had lied to her. Brad had never done that. And Michael was in prison for god´s sake. Even if she wanted to, it would never work. And she didn't want to, definitely not. She had made the right choice, Brad was a nice honest man. That was what was important.

She looked nice. The dress she wore under her white doctors coat was green and fit her like a glove. It had a plunging neckline, making the top of her breasts peak out. He guessed tonight was the night then. It made sense, he was her last patient for the day and her apartment was across town, of course she had decided to spare some time by changing here. He wondered if there was another reason for her change of attire. Perhaps to torture him? If so, it worked like a charm.

"So, tonight´s the night huh?"

No answer. Well he wasn't letting this go.

She sat beside him and gave him his shot, her hair falling around her face. He longed to wrap his fingers around the silky strands. When she got up he grabbed a hold of her arm.

"Sara"

She tore her arm away as if she´d been burned.

"Don´t touch me!" She quickly put a few steps between them and glowered at him.

Michael´s eyes turned steely and he slowly stood up and took a step towards her.

"Would you rather officer Bellick put his hands on you then Sara?" The words were gritted out.

"Maybe I would" Sara fired back at him never missing a beat. "You know Michael, maybe I would love to have officer Bellick put his hands on me" His eyes narrowed but still she continued, to angry to care about the consequences. She let out a laugh and gestured around her.

"It´s not like you can do anything about it"

Michael took three steps forward and before she could blink grabbed her upper arms and pulled her to him.

Sara let out a gasp as she stared into his eyes, darker than she had ever seen them.

What do you think? Should I continue?