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Chapter Two

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Disclaimer: I don't own prison break, don't sue me. Also, I don't own anything by Barry Manilow (guilty pleasure).

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A/N: Thanks for the reviews so far, definitely made me want to write a new chapter. Although I love writing other pairings, the type that you don't get to see on tv, I love the Michael/Sara relationship, and I loved when he asked her wait for him, so I decided to make a fic for that.

As always, please read and review, I love getting feedback.

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The first sound that Michael heard was the distant beeping of the machines he was apparently hooked up to. The next was the buzzing of the people moving around in the next room. Some of their voices more clear than others, but all basically meaningless to him. Then another sound met his ears. It sounded familiar, but definitely weird.

"I can't laugh, and I can't sing, I'm finding it hard to do anything."

Michael opened his eyes and looked around the room. It took him a few moments before his eyes landed on Sara's back, and it wasn't until she turned around that he saw she was singing.

"I feel glad when you're glad. I feel sad when you're sad. If you only knew - " She stopped singing abruptly when she saw that Michael was looking at her.

It was a few seconds before anyone spoke, but it was Michael who broke the silence.

"Um ... Barry Manilow?" he questioned with squinty eyes.

He watched the exotic blush creep up her neck to rest on her cheeks.

"Shut up," was all she mumbled, and then she moved to check his vitals, finding that she had to work fairly hard to not start singing again.

"You know I can't smile without you," Michael sang jokingly and was rewarded with a sharp slap to the shoulder.

"Ow!" he protested, discovering quickly that it was shoulder that he had dislocated.

Putting on his game face, while at the same time hating that he was lying to Sara, he said, "My brother. Did they take my brother?"

Sara bit her lip and nodded.

"Michael, you've been out for two days. So far they've re-apprehended John Abruzzi, Charles Westmoreland, David Apolskis, and Charles Patoshik. But Theodore Bagwell, Fernando Sucre, Benjamin Miles Franklin, and your brother are still unaccounted for."

Sara sighed and looked out the window.

"Michael, I need you to tell me what happened. The truth."

"Don't make me lie to you, Sara," Michael said, repeating the words from what felt like a hundred years ago.

"Then don't," she said simply, her hand on her hip. "Tell me the truth."

They stared at each other for what felt like hours, neither one wanting to back down. But, eventually, someone had to.

"Sara, you know my brother's innocent," was all Michael had to say.

Sara let out the breath she'd been holding, closed her eyes and sat down on her stool.

"Michael this is very bad."

He put his hand on her arm, and was overjoyed that she didn't pull away. "I never would have let them escape if I wasn't one hundred percent sure that they would be captured again. Sucre was put in jail for robbery, something he isn't going to do again. He has a family now, he would not risk doing something stupid and losing them. C-Note ... Franklin was cheated out of the military and then was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. He has a family that loves him, and he isn't going to do something stupid ever again. My brother never killed anyone, he does not deserve to die Sara, and you know that."

"And Bagwell?" she asked him.

Michael sighed. "He's a character of habit. They should find the woman that put him in here. That's where he'll be."

Sara looked behind her, at the guards waiting outside the door of the isolation room. She was currently blocking them from seeing that Michael was awake. She didn't know if she wanted to continue to do so.

"Michael those guards are going to come in here and take your statement. I won't say anything, but I can't promise that I'll lie for you."

The smallest small reached Michael's lips. "I would never ask you too."

She moved to stand up, but he caught her arm lightly. She looked down at his sad eyes.

"Sara, I stayed for you."

Sara gulped involuntarily, but moved towards the door and let the prison guards into the room to interrogate Michael as she ran to the staff bathroom to throw up in the sink.

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Michael had to spend one month in solitary, and was of course given a new cell, but other than that, he hadn't been punished for the escape.

Since Michael had done him such a great favor - helping him give his wife the perfect present - Warden Pope had been reluctant to condemn Michael for wanting to save his brother.

This was of course all going along with the story that Michael had been forced to help them escape.

T-Bag had finally been captured two nights ago.

Sara had been biting her nails, Michael had been beating his head against the wall, both hoping for a quick capture, and finally both of their prayers had been answered when a young female had reported seeing a man matching Theodore Bagwell's description outside of her neighbor's house. She noticed him because he had winked at her, and it creeped her out, remembering his creepy face from the television.

Thank god that nightmare's over, they both thought.

Sara had of course been questioned about what Michael's condition had been when she'd found him, and anything she might have seen that could lead to the capture of the rest of the inmates.

She didn't want to become a liar for him, but technically she wasn't lying. She told them straight-forward what had happened that night. What she had seen that night.

Sara worried that she was already headed down a dark path, making such a distinction between lying and avoiding the truth, but she brushed it off and pushed it as far back in her mind as it would go. For now, she had bigger problems.

Like how long she would be able to keep acting like she didn't know anything. Whether or not Michael meant what he said when he told her 'she' was the reason he stayed behind.

Sara sat in her apartment, checking the date on the newspaper in front of her.

According to Michael, in his latest trip to the infirmary for his insulin shot - which she knew he didn't need, but it would arise suspicion if he suddenly stopped taking it, and it was their only way of keeping the same contact between them - Lincoln and his son LJ, and Sucre with his fiance Maricruz should be in Panama by now.

Sara sighed and put her head in her hands. She knew these men weren't killers. Especially Lincoln, he'd been set up. But the law is there for a reason. And while I don't believe in the death penaltly, I certainly do believe that you have to pay for your crimes ...

Sara laughed dryly. "A bit of the pot calling the kettle black, Sara?" she asked herself.

She looked at the date on the newspaper one more time, and then called back to memory Michael's release date.

"This should be ... fun?"

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Okay, end chapter 2.

I want to make it so that Sara really struggles with this. I thought about keeping T-Bag on the loose, but I think that would deter from the Michael/Sara relationship, and I didn't want to write a really long fic, so I had him captured so that Sara could be more at ease about the whole thing. Because let's face it, we all saw how she reacted on the show to T-Bag's escape ...

Anyways, as always please leave a review, I love getting feedback ...