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Don't ever feel,

That you're alone

I'd never let you down,

I'd never leave you dry

Don't fall apart,

Don't let it go

Carry the motion,

Carry the motion back to me

Feeder - feeling a moment

"So what exactly is it he's after?" Lincoln turned to his brother and felt his heart ache at the sight of Michael's broken expression. He really loves her...

He sighed. "What do you think he's after?"

Realization dawned. "Utah." Lincoln drew the word out in one long breath and shook his head. "He didn't believe the story about Sucre?"

"No. Now he's got Sara. And we've got less than four hours to save her..." Michael swallowed hard, trying to push the crop of emotion away.

"We'll make it. Don't worry." Lincoln patted his brother on the shoulder, trying to reassure him. It wasn't working.

"Michael, if you're trying to calm me down, you're doing a terrible job."

"But I am trying..."

Her voice was resounding in his head and it made him choke up. He wasn't...He just couldn't...

"Linc, I think we need to get the money just in case. In case we...You can keep your share, but I'll hand it over to him. If that's what it takes to save her." His voice changed to a soft whisper when he continued. "I'll do anything."

"I know you will, Mike. But we're not going to need the money." He frowned. "Do you have any way to reach the bastard?"

He shook his head. "He said he'd be in touch."

-

Sara coughed and supressed a shiver when she saw T-bag's eyes staring at her. "I need to use the bathroom."

A sly grin appeared on his face. "By all means, doctor, you just go ahead. I don't mind at all." He leaned back in the wooden chair that was supporting the weight of his body and licked his lips suggestively.

She huffed. "I'm not doing this in front of you. So either you untie me now and let me go to the bathroom, or I tell Michael some interesting things about you. "

He leaned forward and laughed. "Such as? I'm so very sorry to disappoint you, doctor, but I believe that in this particular scenario, I'm the one holding all the cards. Pretty boy can't touch me now." He spread his arms up to the sky and screamed. "I am un – touch – a – ble."

Think fast.

"I'm not talking about Michael being able to hurt you, Teddy. I'm talking about things you'd rather not want him to know. Pretty stories could spill out of my mouth about Teddy's childhood. About how God loved the little boy so much that he let his 'Momma' watch while his Daddy raped little Teddy, a pretty smile on her face. I could tell Michael about your sister and how she..."

"Enough!" T-bag had gone pale during her ranting and now he jumped out of his chair and stalked over to her. His hand raised and struck her twice. He reached behind her, grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled with all his might, a satisfied smirk on his face when she screamed. He ran his tongue up her neck and sucked on her earlobe. "Be a nice girl now, Doctor. I'm going to let you go and piss – but if you're not back in four minutes..."

Sara felt like vomiting. And that's exactly what she did when she reached the toiletbowl. The insides of her stomach spilled out of her, and she pulled her hair together in a bun while she heaved. Standing up again, she noticed her reflection in the mirror and shivered. Her arms were decorated with rapidly growing black bruises and she had a small cut next to her nose.

Eyeing the toothbrush and toothpaste, she hurriedly brushed her teeth. Quietly apologizing to the person the items belonged to, she walked back outside to meet her captor again. On her way over, she noticed a few familypictures standing on the old wooden table. Dear God. She knew exactly whose house this was.

Clasping a hand in front of her mouth, she doubled over when T-bag's foot struck her. She'd reached out her hands to keep from falling smack on the floor and pushed herself up. T-bag roughly grabbed her wrists and pulled her over to where the discarded rope lay.

"I said four minutes." He grumbled. "Not five."

-

Michael leaned on the shovel and wiped his forhead. They'd been digging for over an hour and the rain had started falling down, thus causing mud to appear on the field. "Shouldn't we have found it by now?"

Lincoln shook his head. "We hid it pretty deep, Mike."

Michael raised his arm and checked his watch. 17:54. It had been just about an hour ago that T-bag called him and he didn't doubt that he'd call in six minutes.

He didn't disappoint. Six minutes later, Michael's cell vibrated in his pocket. He ran under a tree to hide from the rain and opened it.

"How's my pretty boy doing so far?"

Michael grumbled. "I'm trying. How's Sara."

"Weeeeell, me and the doctor are getting ... reacquainted. I'd say she's doing wond-er-ful. I always know how to treat the ladies.."

He clenched his fists. "I swear to God, if you hurt her.."

"I'm just looking for my honest share of that money, Mikey boy. I ain't doing nothing wrong. Now, I hope that by now, I don't have to remind you of the tick-tock of the time? You've got three hours left."

"I need to know where to go, T-bag."

"You just tell me where you are, and I'll tell you how long it'll take you to get here."

"I'm...miles away from civilisation. Sorry I can't be more specific. Are you in the Chicago area?"

"Just call me when you have the money. You can reach me on the doc's phone."

"Let me speak to her." Michael pressed a finger to his ear to turn down the sound of the pouring rain. He needed to hear her voice clearly. Needed to know she was okay.

"Four minutes, Pretty."

"Michael?"

"Sara." He breathed. "Are you okay?"

A sharp intake of breath followed. "I'm okay." She wasn't, and they both knew it. "Listen, I – I was thinking about something earlier. When this is all over, I want to go to Thailand together. We could sit on the terrace, sipping a glass of wine, like you and Lincoln did."

Michael frowned. He'd never been to Thailand with Lincoln. What was she trying to tell him?

"Nobody would even know we were there. Do you think that's possible, Michael?"

-

Sara ignored the 'aww' noises T-bag was making, and focused on getting her message through to Michael. She prayed that he would figure out what she was saying. But she had few doubts. After all, he was a genius.

"Yes, Sara. I think that's possible. We just need to have a little faith."

Sara smiled. She had faith alright.


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