A/N: Thx for the reviews! This story is working out better than I thought.

The next morning Michael nudged the lump under the blankets in an urge to wake Haylie up. He could tell she was realted to them, she was as hard to get up as Linc.

"Hayl wake up."

She mumbled something he couldn't understand, but it was probly her rejection to the idea. Pulling the covers off of her she curled up into a ball, the cold air taking place of the warmness of her blankets.

"Get up"

"No"

She grabbed a pillow tossing it at his head

"Alright thats it!"

Jumping onto the bed Michael held Haylie down as he tickled her

"NO...Michael...stop!"

she said between laughs, but he didn't let up. Her sides hurt and tears rolled down her cheeks as he ticked her until she gave in

"Fine...I'm...up, I'm...up"

He stopped and stood beside the bed as she caught her breath. Looking up at her big brother she noticed he didn't have on a shirt, only a pair of black dress pants. But instead of the bare skin she expected to see, his whole uper body was covered in tattoos. She didn't say anything, but she would have to after the funeral, even though she just met him she could read him like a book, he had something going on.

"Get dressed, we have to be at the cemetary at eleven and it's ten now."

He again walked from the room, but she couldn't help but glimpse at his tattoos once more. She went into the closet pulling out the knee length black dress she had worn to her father's funeral as well. Tying her hair up in a bun she also chained the necklace her father gave her shortly before he died. It was a small pair of angel wings, he always called her 'His Angel'. After putting on a pair of strappy black heels she walked into the living room where Michael was waiting.

"You look beautiful Haylie"

"Thanks, you clean up nice as well."

He was wearing a black suite that looked newly tailored, and apparently his job paid well.

Taking the elevator back down to street level instead of a taxi there was a black volvo with a woman waiting inside.

Michael opened the backdoor for Haylie, as she climbed in the woman turned around to face her.

"Hi I'm Veronica Donavan, a friend of Mike's and Linc's."

"I'm Haylie-"

"Well I see you ladies have met eachother, thanks for coming Veronica."

Michael sat in the front seat infront of Haylie

"I loved your mother too Mike, it's no problem at all."

The ride to the cemetary was quiet and pulling up at the gravesite a few people were already there, including a guy who was standing beside a van with Foxriver State Prison stamped on the side accompanied by a guard, that could only be Lincoln.

She walked close to Michael, nervous about meeting her other brother. Walking up to him Michael caught him in a hug which Linc returned gladly.

"Linc I have someone for you to meet."

Michael turned to her as she looked up at Linc

"Haylie, you look just like mom."

HAYLIE POV

Lincoln had a smile on his face, he reached out to me and grabbed me up. I held on to him, not wanting to let go of him, or what I had now. I almost didn't want to go home.

Setting me back on my feet Veronica came up to Linc, and what she said after that I don't know because Mike dragged me away to meet some other people.

They all knew our mother, and some knew who I was because they were her lifelong friends.

END POV

The service soon began and the Minister delivered the eulogy beautifuly. Many kind things were said about our mother and her life, Michael even spoke a few words before the casket was lowered into the ground.

"Time to go Linc"

The guard spoke up, Haylie turned to Linc not knowing when she would be able to see him again. He hugged her again, tighly not wanting to let her go.

"Bye Baby Girl"

She liked the name, but not his goodbye

"It's never goodbye Linc. It's I'll see you later."

They both gave her a look, like she was on to something they didn't want Haylie to know about. Standing aside as Mike and Linc said their goodbyes she noticed a familier face in a car parked near Veronica's car.

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He knew she would spot him out there, it was just a matter of time. He watched as she walked closer to the car, no doubt wondering why he was here. He stepped from the car smoothing down his blazer. She glared against the sun as she walked up to him

"What are you doing here Owen?"