A/N: Hey you guys! Remember this story? It's been a while, huh? But hey - looks like I'm on an 'update'roll here, so I thought, why not add to this baby...

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How quickly can you get here
Don't know where I am dear,
Finally the world actually seems to be revolving around me.

( Jay Brannan - Soda Shop)

Of all the comforting words Sara had expected to get from agent what's-her-name, 'bring it in now' wasn't one of them. Fear gripped her. Unthinkable scenarios of bloodhounds sniffing her anxiety and torturing devices clasped around her shot through her. Nothing was impossible when it came to these people.

Maybe what they brought in was even worse, maybe it wasn't. Whatever it would do to her, the machine looked threatening and Sara hurriedly licked the small drop of sweat off of her bottomlip, tasting the salty flavor on her tongue.

"There is no need to worry, Miss Tancredi." Right. Of course not – it was only rational thinking that told Sara that they had brought in this device to send little shockwaves of pleasure through her body, fill her up with a warmth previously caused by Michael's arms around her body, holding her close... She took a deep breath. Sara needed to be strong – for Michael.

Would he have reached his destination by now? Breate in the warmth of the sun upon the ocean and feel the quiet humm in the air, telling him that he made it? Her eyes drifted towards the clock, hanging in front of her, ticking her time away. Yes, she closed her eyes and let out a soft smile, he was safe.

The agent gently took her arm, but Sara – flinching at the mere contact of a stranger's hand on her skin, shrugged it off and offered her arm herself. It was something that she supposed had come with being a doctor. It was okay to touch other people's flesh, as long as her patients stayed clear of hers. To touch, but not be touched.

"I'll give it to you myself."

A short nod answered her, and a quiet look asking her if it was okay to pull the straps around her upperarm and around her hand, twirling between her fingers. Flashes of "The Recruit" passed in Sara's mind, and she rolled her eyes in realisation.

A lie-detector. Great.

--

Michael walked out on deck, greeting his brother with a slap on the back. "How are you doing, Linc?"

The other man threw his head into his neck and smiled blisfully into the sunlight. "I'm great, Michael. Yourself?"

He shrugged. "I could do better, you know.."

"Anything on her arrest?"

Michael sighed loudly. "Nope." He stared into the distance and wiped his mouth after taking a swig from the bottle of beer he had brought out. "I'm going back for her, Lincoln.."

Lincoln turned to him, alarmed. "Honestly – I'm not sure if that's the brightest plan you've ever had, bro."

"Maybe you're right. I don't have the plans of wherever she might be tattooed on my body – I don't even have a gun or anything of the kind. I don't have any pions in this little game I'm about to play, alright? But I'll win it." He smiled openly at his brother. "I'm going to find her."

"I'll go with you."

"No."

"Michael –" He started to protest. No way was he going to let his little brother go out there on his own, wearing an invisible sign screaming ' I'm looking to get killed ' on his back. No, Lincoln would go with him. Never mind the whining and fighting there would no doubt be, from both sides.

Michael shook his head determinently. "Lincoln, I've done all of this for you, okay?" He explained. "I went to prison for you, got out of prison for you and ran until my legs were numb. If you go with me now, and you get caught, what you're really doing is just...spitting on everything I've done." He raised his arms and put them on his brother's shoulders, making eyecontact to get the message through to him.

"I need you to be safe. Just like I need her to be. And I can't take care of the both of you." He sighed, the pain in his chest threatening to take him over. "Look what happened the last time I tried to do that." He could still hear the policesirens wailing in the distance, mere minutes after she'd told him she loved him. Michael roughly shook his head again to clear it of those thoughts. He couldn't fall apart, not when he needed to show his big brother that he could handle himself.

Lincoln still looked unconvinced, so Michael tried to claw at the last straws he had. "Call LJ – see if he can come down here. I want to be a family again, Lincoln. But we can't do that as long as you threaten to come with me."

Okay – that didn't make any sense. Did it? "Please."

Finally, an eyeroll sealed the deal. "You call me every day at seven pm. If I don't hear from you, I will come after you and drag your genius butt down here so quickly, you won't know what hit you."

Michael hugged his brother tightly. "Thanks, Ma."

Lincoln huffed. "I wonder what she would have thought of all this."

"She would have been damn proud of us." His eyes twinkled, partly with memories of his mother, partly because of tears for the nearing goodbye.

Suddenly, he remembered something. He grinned at Lincoln.

"Hey, Linc? I'm gonna need the boat."

"Damn bloody parasite, robbing the pants off of your butt if you're not careful." Lincoln grumbled.

But Michael knew it was out of love.

--

"Did you leave the door open the prisoners on the night of the escape?"

"Yes."

The man they had appointed to 'handle' her results of the lie-detector nodded softly at the agent, something he had been doing after every answer she had given to their questions. True.

"Do you have a sexual relationship with Scofield?"

"No."

Another nod.

"But you had feelings for him?"

"Yes."

Have.

Her heartbeat had not pointed out to anything unusual, so either Sara Tancredi was speaking the truth, and nothing but the truth, so help me god, or she was very much in control of the pumping of her vital organ. One of 'em.

"Sara, I'm going to ask you this once. And only once. If you answer this question the way you know we want you to – all charges against you will be dropped immediately." The agent took a breath and gave her a weak smile. "I'm a woman too, Sara. And I have known love, the greatest I ever thought imagineable. But, like you eventually will experience too, that love ended."

She paused. "Life is not meant to be lived for other people's sake, Sara. You need to find your own way, and try to overcome as many obstacles as you possibly can."

"Do you know where Michael and Lincoln are right now?"

The pen eagerly scratched her heartbeat onto the paper...

Cliffy! Been a long while since I've had one of them sweethearts.

Could you please review and tell me you haven't forgotten about this one? And if you like and want me to continue?

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