A/N: Again, it's 1:37am, and clearly, I have no life because here I am. I'm making this note short 'cause I have to be up in a few hours to leave for a shift at the hospital where I volunteer. I have to go through the wards and play games with, and entertain, sick kids, and doing that on hardly any sleep is going to be...interesting to say the least. Anyhow thanks for the awesome reviews on the last chapter, this one may be a different story... :S

Chapter Seven

So keep breathing
'Cause I'm not leaving you anymore
Believe it
Hold on to me and, never let me go
Keep breathing

Michael awoke to the feint sent of Sara's hair, and memories of their encounter the night before came running back to him. Smiling, he closed his eyes and sank deeper into her hair, planting a soft kiss on her forehead, and trying not to wake her.

He looked down at her peaceful expression. God, that woman is beautiful when she sleeps, he thought in aweMichael could hardly believe where they were; Sara pressed up against his body, his arm protectively around her. It was as if that was how they always slept; as if that was how they would always sleep. His smile at the thought was broken when he glanced at his watch and saw the time. Shit! He realized. We should have been on the road hours ago. Calming down, he rationalized that a few hours couldn't make too great a difference. It was just that he hated leaving Lincoln alone with Kellerman; after all, they really couldn't trust the guy. Something was…..off about him.

He gently slid his arm up Sara's back, being careful not too put pressure on her injuries, and rested it on her shoulder.

"Sara," he whispered; his voice soft and warm.

She didn't awake, and instead just mumbled something incoherent in response, nestling closer into his chest.

"Sara…" he continued, slowly moving his hand away from her shoulder to tuck some stray hair behind her ears. His gentle movement caused her to slowly wake up, and she stared up into his eyes.

"Good morning," he smiled softly.

"Oh," she replied sleepily, staring back into his gaze. She felt the warmth of his body against hers, and suddenly realized she was pushed up right against his heavily tattooed chest. She pulled back, breaking the eye contact.

"I'm sorry," she muttered softly as she sat up, leaning against the headboard and pulling the covers to her chin.

He lay propped up on one arm, still smiling intensely at her.

"I'm not." He stated in a low voice.

Blushing, she looked away, composing herself before looking back. He was standing up now, putting his clothes on. She couldn't help staring at his half naked form, and he could see her watching him from the corner of his eyes.

"Where are we going?" She asked curiously, now becoming fully alert.

"Back to Lincoln and….." His voice drifted off as he looked around for his socks.

"And…?" Sara pressed.

"An inside guy – long story. Calls himself Kellerman. Turned up when we were caught, and claims he wants to bring down this whole conspiracy. They screwed him over, and apparently he wants to return the favour." Michael explained.

"Right." Sara replied, taking in the information. "And they are?"

"A couple hours drive from here. Not too far from the border."

Now came the part he was dreading. He hated to have to bring this up, and ruin the light hearted mood they had going. Especially after they had shared a bed for the entire night. But it was better he ask her alone, rather than ambush her about it in front of Lincoln and Kellerman.

"Sara…?" He began hesitantly.

"Yes, Michael?" She asked warily, sensing his hesitation.

"Your father…" He continued softly.

Sara pulled the blankets up further and nervously looked down.

"Mmm?" She prompted him nervously, looking back up at with him with worried eyes.

"Did he…….give you something……anything?" He paused, before continuing, "A tape maybe?"

Her expression hardened, and he watched the various emotions pass over her; sadness, pain, betrayal, and finally, anger. Michael instantly regretted bringing it up this way.

"That's what this is all about?" She demanded angrily, clearly hurt. As she stood up to face him, Kellerman's words repeated themselves in her mind. Is there somewhere in the Hippocratic Oath where it says I pledge to risk my life for those that care about mine? 'Cause they don't care about yours. Burrows and Michael Scofield; they just used you.

She hadn't for a moment believed his words had been true; but now…..now, she had a moment of doubt. Was Michael just using her? First for her to leave the door to the infirmary open, and now for her father's key?

"Sara…it's not like that…let me explain." Michael countered, trying to undo the damage caused by his earlier questions.

"How long have you known?" She demanded, tears forming in her eyes. Raising her voice she continued, "How long have you known I had something?"

"Sara, no I – " he stammered, trying to explain but clearly surprised by her anger.

Now she was nearly yelling, "Did you know. Did you know when I met you in Gila?" She spat, not even listening to his answers.

"No, I only just…..Sara, calm down." He said worriedly. Her anger and pain was hurting him and he hated to think he was the cause of it. He walked over to her, reaching out to gently touch her arm. She recoiled from his touch before continuing her outburst.

"Calm down?" She asked indignantly, her voice lowering to an even, angry tone. "Michael, you knew I had something, she accused him. "Something…I…..I was tortured for?" She stated heatedly, reaching down to her bag and pulling out her keys. She fumbled as she pulled the key she had retrieved from her father's office off the keychain and held it out to show him.

"I was drowned. Held underwater and electrocuted for God's sake. I escaped by jumping from a second storey window. And you're telling me to calm down?" She asked furiously.

At the mention of what she'd endured the past few days Michael began to tear up. He knew what she'd gone through was far from good, but never in a million years could he have imagined it was that bad. Knowing what happened to her…he couldn't think straight. The key was the last thing on his mind. His heart was breaking for her.

"Sara. Listen," he spoke softly, his voice choking up. He placed both hands gently on her shoulders. She saw the tears glistening in his eyes and her resolve softened.

"Don't touch me," she spoke sadly, deflated. Her anger had disappeared and been replaced by sadness and hurt.

Michael didn't let go, just held her softly in place and looked into her eyes.

"Hey….hey…." he started caringly, using one hand to push her chin up to face him when she lowered her head, "I had no idea…..I found out you might have something after you…left. I'm here now because I care about you…." His spoke softly and his voice trailed off, unable to continue.

Sara wanted to believe him. She really did. But a small part of her still doubted whether or not he would have come had he not suspected she had something of importance. Still, in this moment, he was all she had. And she wasn't about to let that go.

"Here. Take your key." She replied quietly, sadly, pushing the key into his hand. It pained him to see the lingering hurt in her eyes. "Let's just go." She stated as she walked towards the door, opening it and heading out into the sunlight. Michael grabbed his bag and followed her outside.

A/N: Sara freaked out. Logically, she knew he couldn't have known, but she just...freaked out. He brought up her father (who she knows has been murdered over this whole conspiracy) and now he's bringing up the key that she didn't even know was important until she was tortured for it. So yeah, she freaked out. Michael suspected she wouldn't react well, but he'd rather ask her alone than do it with Linc and Kellerman present. All in all, I guess Michael and Sara have a tonne of issues to resolve and it can't all be smooth sailing. Nevermind though, their road trip will be coming up in the next chapter. :)

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