He rolled off of her and tucked a hand under his cheek staring at her. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes still held the remnants of pleasure he had administered with his able hands and skilled ministrations. She was still breathing fast and her dark hair was all disheveled like he liked it. He reached a finger to push a strand or two from her dark eyes.

"I need to ask you something, and I want you to be honest with me."

She looked up at him from under heavy lashes. "Hmm?"

"Is there something I should know about Michael Scofield?"

Her smile faltered and she looked away, dodging his eyes. It was bad enough she did that when he was inside of her, but when he needed a straight answer and she avoided his eyes it pissed him off.

Controlling his emotions, "Come on Kel, talk to me." He reached out a finger and placed it under her chin, lifting her face up till their eyes met. "Please?"

"Paul, I…I can't do this. I keep telling myself this will be the last time, but I…"

She was making this about them and it so wasn't. Three weeks ago she had come into the emergency room with a broken ankle. He had taken care of her, listened to her made up story about tripping on a shoe and known right away there was more to her injury then she was letting on. She was being abused and he knew it; had seen it too many times to not recognize the look in a victim's eyes.

He had let it go that night. And then the next day he had shown up on her doorstep to confront her; to offer help if she wanted it. She had broken down and confided in him, not as her doctor, but as her friend. He had held her through her tears and one thing had led to another. The next thing they both knew they were breathing heavily against each other promising it would never happen again, because they both loved Sara and couldn't hurt her like that. But it had happened again. And now here they were and this time it was him asking for Kelly's help.

"Please?" He asked again, his solemn eyes penetrating deeper then any intimate moment the two had thus far shared.

And she was caving, he could see it.

"Is…Is David Michael's son? I need to know, Kelly. I can't ask Sara, it's just too… I don't know... what if I was wrong?"

Kelly was looking at him, her dark eyes saddened by the choice he was asking her to make. She sighed and looked away, her silence and reluctance answering for her.

"David's Michael's, isn't he?" He repeated, really not sure why, but he needed to hear her say it.

Kelly met his eyes. She nodded her head and looked away.

Paul stared at her for a moment, and then leaned back on the pillows staring up at the ceiling.

(Later that evening)

"Paul, is that you?" Sara looked up from the laundry she was folding. She wasn't expecting him this early from the hospital.

She glanced at her watch and stacked the folded clothing into the basket and set it aside. Shutting the door to the laundry room behind her, Sara moved through the cottage looking for him. She found him sitting in the darkened family room.

"Hey," she moved to the sofa and stood for a moment in front of him.

He was staring straight ahead at the blank TV screen.

"Is David around?"

She was surprised by his question and a little alarmed. "Um, no he's, um, spending the night at Poppy and Grandma's."

Paul nodded and looked up, a hard smile on his face. "You mean the Apolskis?"

Sara felt like the breath was knocked from her. "Um, I don't…"

He held her gaze the knowledge shining from his eyes stifling her voice.

"You should sit down," he said softly, the undisguised hurt in his voice cutting through her. Sara took a seat beside him folding her hands in her lap.

He was sitting there quietly, no longer looking at her and it was killing her; her nerves unable to take much more after all she had been through the last two weeks.

"I wanted to tell you…"

"But you didn't." He shot back, looking up to meet her eyes.

"I'm sorry…please just let me explain?" She looked down at her hands. She was twisting them again, the pain slicing through her as her wound opened for the second time in two days.

She forced her hands still by placing them flat against her thighs and looked up. "I know this is no excuse, but I…I was protecting my son."

"You mean yours and Michael's son."

She ignored his barb and continued. "We were young and in love, Paul. We were careless once… and I got pregnant. Grace and Aldo found out we were…We were seeing each other and, and my mother, she flipped out. And…And then they sent Michael away."

"And he left you just like that; pregnant…you call that love?" He sounded angrier now…But angry with her or Michael? Sara wasn't sure which, maybe both of them?

"He didn't know I was pregnant…" This last was spoken so low and the silence that followed half convinced her he hadn't heard her.

"Please, Paul. I…"

"But he knows now, right? He came back and you told him?" His voice was cold.

"Yes, but I had no choice… he knew Paul. He confronted me and…"

"So you let him come to dinner? How many times; how many nights while I was working late at the hospital?"

"Once...Only once, Paul…And…And once for lunch. He has come by to play with David a few times, but I swear there's nothing between the two of us anymore. It was over the day he left six years ago."

More silence followed as he digested her words, his expression hard to read; a mix of anger, hurt...And disbelief?

"I had to lie to keep David, Paul. Grace...My mother…She wanted me to give him away…She didn't want him back then. The Aposkis did. They took us in and gave us a home. They helped me so much…I owe them so much, Paul." Her eyes filled and the tears tipped over her lashes to fall against her cheeks.

"I'm so sorry that I didn't confide in you. I should have, but I've spent the last six years hiding behind this...I don't think I can do this anymore." She buried her face in her hands as the tears continued to fall.

A moment later his hands fell on her shaking shoulders, and then he was pulling her against him.