Chapter 6

Sara

Sara paced around her office nervously thinking about the events that had happened last night.

Her thoughts were soon interrupted by the small knock on her office door.

"Come in." She said holding her breath.

"Hey! I just got your message. What's up?" Her best friend Heather asked.

Sara let out her breath a little disappointed that it was Heather and not Michael there to come and sweep her off her feet.

"I just needed to talk," Sara admitted sitting down.

"What about?" Heather asked.

"About Michael."

"You mean that guy at dinner last night? The guy you went to college with. What about him?"

"That was Michael Scofield." Sara admitted embarrassed "We lied so John wouldn't find out."

"Oh...okay?" Heather replied a little dumbfounded.

"I just don't know what to do. I mean all this time I thought that he was somewhere in Panama with a wife and kids not even thinking about me. But then last night he tells me that he hasn't so much as even dated. That he's been waiting for me this whole time." Sara blurted out.

"Whoa." Heather said trying to process all of the information "So what are you going to do?"

"I don't know. John is a great guy...but Michael is...well he's Michael." Sara said, a small smile coming to her face.

"Well whatever it is you better figure it out quick. You're getting married in three days."

Sara nodded in agreement. She knew her friend was right, she needed to figure what or rather who she wanted and there was only one way to figure that out.

Michael

Michael lay in the bed of his hotel room staring at the ceiling replaying the conversation he and Sara had had the night before.

He silently cursed himself for being so stupid and irrational. He had dumped his feeling out for her and she had given him the impression that she didn't feel the same way.

"Maybe I should just give up." Michael whispered to himself "I'm fighting a losing battle and I should just throw in the flag."

He closed his eyes and tried to think of anything else. But no matter how hard he tried his mind kept drifting back to the one thing he cared most about in the world. Sara.

He bolted upright as a plan formulated in his mind. He was not about to give up without a fight. He had traveled over three thousand miles to get he back and nothing was going to stop him from doing so.

Getting dressed he hurried out the room and headed towards the elevator.

Sara

Running through the pouring rain Sara was relieved when she had finally reached the entrance.

"Welcome to the Denmark Hotel Ma'Am." the friendly doorman greeted as he opened the door for her.

"Thank you." she replied kindly enough as she stepped through and entered the lobby.

She shook out her umbrella and walked further into the widely spread area and headed to the front desk.

"Welcome to the Denmark Hotel Ma'am. How may I help you?" the kind receptionist asked.

"Yes, I have a friend staying here and I was just wondering if you could tell me what room he's in?"

"Name?"

"Um...Michael Scofield." Sara replied nervously as she started having second thoughts.

"Room 312."

Sara thanked her and turned around making her way to the elevator.

Michael

After what seemed like a life time. Michael stepped into the elevator and pushed the button for the lobby.

He was getting more and more nervous by the second at the prospect of confronting Sara again. He looked down at his shoes going over the carefully thought out plan in his head once again.

The elevator let out a small ding signaling the arrival of his destination.

The doors opened and he looked up to see Sara standing in front of him.