Chapter 4

After that day I didn't have any visits from Michael or Lincoln. I would have dwelled on it, but then I never wanted to reach out for someone not reaching back.

It wasn't until the day of Lincoln's execution that I got the phone call. I'd not really spoken to Sara as I knew she wasn't herself.

I walked to sickbay, and I knew that Sara wanted to talk to me about Lincoln. I felt my pulse beating steady my heart got that weight pulling me in all directions.

"Becca I just don't know what to do." She fiddled with a pen, and her eyes would go to the other room. I follow her gaze until finding her face.

Sara had told me of Michael plea. He begged her to help him, and I knew that he was losing it.

I could understand the need to not want to lose someone. I on the other hand never knew the love of a brother, or sister.

"Sara I just know. You never know if you don't try." My voice smooth, and I couldn't help but want her to do it, spare my saviour's life.

"Becca you don't know my father." Her words sharp and I shook my head feeling my patients wear thin. The fact that Sara always felt like her father was disappointed in what she has chosen to do with her life.

"In the end Sara it's up to you." I got to my feet, and turned to face her one last time. I didn't like feeling so helpless. Each tick of the clock echoed louder like a beating heart giving up a losing fight.

The CO was standing outside the door of my office, and my eyes ignored him. I stared to Lincoln Burrows. I started to chew the inside of my cheek, and I knew why. Tonight was the night Lincoln was sentence to die.

"Dr Finnegan." The CO spoke.

For the first time my attention was on him, and not Lincoln.

"Yes…" I trialled off still trying not to stare at Lincoln, but then I could feel his eyes on me.

"I can see Lincoln now if you don't mind." I opened my office door, and waiting for Lincoln to enter. The CO was going to follow Lincoln in.

"I'm sorry. You can wait out here." I pointed lightly.

"This is a high security inmate!" he pointed out trying to get into the office, but I stood my ground.

"I have you full aware. I don't have any CO's in my sessions, and I am capable of taking care of myself." My voice edged with a dark tone. I didn't like the panic button they had installed. I was always the type to never predict the bad in someone, but then I worked in a prison. So most of my patients were criminals and fully capable of killing me without a care. I just didn't want to see them that way. That is how I knew I could trust Lincoln alone with me. He had too kind eyes for me to assume he wanted to hurt me.

The CO then went to a seat outside with a sour face, and I just closed the door to my office. I turned slowly taking deep breaths hoping this wasn't just my own hope that he wanted to see me. I knew he was scared about tonight.

Taking a minute to compose myself, but I sat down watching Lincoln staring at his hands.

"I'm scared." His words careful and his eyes finally met mine.

"I'm thirty six years old, and I'm not ready to die." I heard the fear, and I couldn't think of a single thing to say. I wanted to reach out and comfort him.

"No one really wants to die. Lincoln I'm just wishing there was no such thing as a death penalty." My hand reached out touching his knee.

I knew this was not aloud, but it was all I can think of doing. Lincoln's eyes staring at my hand on his knee.

I'd moved from my chair to the sofa with Lincoln. His hand moved covering mine.

I felt the warmth of his skin on mine, and his eyes burning deeper into my eyes.

"I didn't kill anyone. I'm not all innocent. I just can't believe this is gonna happen." Lincoln spoke watching my reactions.

I was trained to know body language and I always knew when someone was lying. Lincoln Burrows bared his soul. His hand still holding mine, and I could feel my heart beating madly.

"Linc I'm sorry. I just never had been in this position before." My voice fragile and his free hand lightly brushed over my cheek. I could feel he was nervous touching me. This was something that shouldn't be happening.

"You're too young for this job." He stated lightly tracing his index finger down my jaw line to my chin. "How old are you?" he added catching my eyes.

"I'm twenty seven." I replied quietly, and my eyes still wondering over his face.

Lincoln didn't move an inch and I kept watch over his face. I didn't know what to say to him. I'd never was to sure if I wanted to say anything. The words wouldn't help.

"You don't seem the type of person that want this as a career." He smiled watching out hands quickly. In his eyes I could feel him doing the math. He was nine years older than me. I didn't see the problem with age. I just knew I wasn't aloud to fall in love with an inmate. Let alone an inmate on death row. Who was due to be killed in twelve hours!

"I needed the job." I tried not to laugh at the irony of it all, but I just couldn't stop staring into his eyes. Felt the strong pull, and then the buzzer.

An hour had gone by so fast. I quickly got to my feet when the office door opened. The CO now entered taking Lincoln back to his cell, and I wouldn't see him again. Alive that is.

The rest of the day seemed to drag on, and I wasn't paying attention to anyone who spoke to me.

I didn't want the day to end; I didn't want the clock to keep moving. I was scared for the fact I'd felt that spark of emotion. Now the time wasn't my friend, and was going to take away the fire that had just started to burn.

I closed up my office, and my eyes wondered to my watch. It was over. The time chimed in. my throat dry feeling a tear fall down my cheek.

Lincoln Burrows, a man I would never know more. Was now executed and my life would carry on.