A/N : Hey you guys, I'm so sorry, I know it's been ages since I published anything, but things here have been crazy and I'd been dealing with a lack of inspiration. However, for some reason my inspiration's BACK! Jeej! Now, I don't know if I ever wrote this down anywhere (probably not), but Season 1 is by far my favorite MiSa-season. Today, I was watching some of the season one clips and I realised that I've always wanted to write a story about the situation where Sara finds out about Michael's wife and her anger about it all. Michael really starts to miss her and Sara is angry... I wanted to see what happened if things'd go differently, if different words were spoken. If there wasn't some sort of silent truce but a real story. So anyway, that's what I'm starting here.

Please tell me if you like it and if I should continue? Please tell me? (Would it help if I tried blackmailing you by telling you today's my birthday? :) )

XO, as always.

Michael

He said goodbye to Nika with a small kiss on her cheek and a whispered thank you. He had never touched her lips, not even once, and he would certainly not start kissing her now. The bond between the two of them existed of a mutual favor, not of friendship and certainly not of love. Still, it was the most action his lips had seen in weeks, even though not a day went by that he didn't want to kiss…

He froze the minute he saw her silhouette, broken up by the bars of the steel grid that divided them. He'd turned to Nika one last time to thank her but his eyes had seen right through the Tjech woman and rested on Sara's rigid body, observing like a petrified hawk. Sara. There was no way that he could ever explain this to her, but he wished that when the time came when she'd ask him about it, a part of her would understand, not even needing the words of an explanation.

Michael looked at her with something akin to an apology on his face. His feet faltered and he stood rooted to the ground. Nika smiled a last sad smile and disappeared through the gates, not even realizing what was going on inside his mind. She'd never understand Michael Scofield, and she'd given up trying to.

"Move it, Scofield." Michael hiccuped a breath. He'd forgotten all about the guard accompanying him in this particular scenario. For a few seconds, he'd even ignored being in prison. He turned to the guard, murmuring a soft 'sorry', then shifted his gaze again, but finding her gone. It was as if she'd never even been there, as if a soft breeze had swept through the hallway, making him shiver, before disappearing without a trace. Yet he knew she had been. He could tell by the way his heart constricted and the way a stinging ache pulsed through his whole being.

Sara had seen him, and would probably come to the conclusion that it was best to walk away and pretend nothing had ever happened between the two of them.

Sara

She was out of breath before she even started to run. Her heart was throbbing, throwing itself against her ribcages, trying to get out and crawl into a deep dark hole where no one, and certainly not Michael 'married' Scofield, could ever find it. Where it could silently start its healingproces and build an armor around itself, strong enough not to be touched ever again.

The doctor in her knew it was impossible, but oh, how she wanted it not to be. Leaning against the wall for support, her body folded in two. Her long hair fell in waves in front of her face, and she let it. She needed to feel sheltered for a minute. The clock ticked loudly and she tried to slow her breating to fit the pattern she knew it needed to be following.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

Breathe in. She'd confront him one of these days, and she'd get it all off her chest and never think of him ever again. Breathe out. He'd try to charm his way out of it, but she wouldn't let him. Breathe in. She'd build that armor for her heart and try as he may, his engineering skills would not get it to crack. Breathe out. She'd conquer this. She would.

Raising herself to her normal height and wiping angry at the spaces under her eyes, she made her decision. No day but today to do it, to get it over with. She find him during afternoon PI. She'd set things straight once and for all.

Michael

The self-built device weighed heavily in the palm of his hand and he squeezed it tighter to try and lessen the burden. But it wouldn't fade. Its sides cut into his flesh and the glass nearly cracked underneath his fingertips. He would damage both the device and himself if he kept it up, and so he slowly uncurled his fingers to cup it instead of smothering.

He heared the clicking of her heels on the ground long before he realized it was her. Looking out of the corners of his eyes from his crouched position on the grass, he finally recognized her figure in the reflection the puddle provided him with. So she'd come. Now the only question that remained was the question of what she'd come to do. A little dose of hope started to flutter in his chest, but it disappeared once he saw her expression.

"So you're married…" It was no question, it was a statement. A warrior cry that erupted from inside of her, screaming at him that she was ready to fight him, despite the calm tone of the spoken words, laced with feigned surprise.

He tried to give her a smile, tried to be bold and not surrender, but she was making it hard for him. "uh, well, not in the traditional sense of the word…" It was the truth, and a desperate plea for her to try and understand that he was doing it to help. To help Nika, but most of all, to help himself. His brother. LJ.

She looked him directly in the eyes, not backing down. "Michael, we're both adults, put your cards on the table."

At his silence, she sighed heavily and visibly straightened her shoulders. Michael inwardly cringed: she'd prepared herself for this. Damn it, he knew that he disappointed her by not being straight forward, but he couldn't allow himself to be. If he told her why he had needed to marry Nika, he would also have to tell her about the creditcard that wasn't really a creditcard. About the watch that he needed to clock the guards' round. About the fact that he needed to know these things because he was breaking out, trying to save his brother's innocent life. He couldn't, so he remained silent.

"Okay," she continued, "I'll go first." She took a breath before continuing. "Uhm, as one of the very few women around here I'm used to a certain ammount of innuendo and flirtation being thrown my way." Pause. "I'm not used to enjoying it." Her tone couldn't conceal the fact that she berated herself for letting him get to her, and he knew he'd put her in a difficult position, but he couldn't let her compare him to all the other inmates who dished out one-liners and jokes to get into her pants. He wouldn't let her do it.

"Look, Sara…" he approached the gate that divided them, trying to physically ease the distance between the two of them, but he was cut off by the stern sound of her voice.

"It's Doctor Tancredi. And would you please let me.."

"No." He came closer, threading his fingers through the holes in the fence. "I know you're angry, but I will not let you compare me to other inmates who flirt with you just because you're a woman. I do NOT look at you or treat you as if you're some piece of female meat, Sara. I mean the things I say, I.." He took a breath, readying himself for a step across the line, a step into the direction of the point of no return. Breathe in. "I want you for you."

Sara let out a short,bitter laugh and shook her head, her long hair sweeping around her face. She only looked at him a second later and stared him down with bitterness in her eyes.

"Stop lying to me."

Sara

She marched away from the fence, feeling nothing whatsoever. She was numb after all he'd said to her, all he'd led her to believe. No more. She knew that maybe she'd cry once or twice, on a Sunday afternoon, but that would be it.

She'd fight this war. After all, she'd already won the battle.

Please tell me (if) you liked it? Pleaaaase? I beg yoouuuu!!!

XO