Chapter 10

Michael

"Can I talk to you for a sec?" his visitor asked from the other side of the door.

"Sure." he complied opening the door wider for her to come in.

Michael had met Heather at Sara's rehearsal dinner. He knew she was the maid of honor and Sara's best friend but what he didn't know is why she was here to see him.

"I don't mean to be rude or anything but what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be out picking up your dress for the big day?" Michael asked.

"I'm here because I'm worried about Sara." she confessed.

"Well then why don't you go talk to her fiancée?" he asked bitterly.

"Because you're the one she wants to be with."

"Really? And what makes you think that?"

"Ever since that thing with you the other night she's hasn't been the same. And even though she would probably never admit it; I know it's you she loves and not John."

"Yeah well she has a pretty weird way of showing it."

It was then that Heather got a good look over his shoulder and noticed his suitcase.

"Wait you're leaving?" She asked.

"My flight leaves tomorrow morning."

"So you're just going to leave without saying goodbye?"

"Look, I told her how I felt and she didn't feel the same way."

"Yeah only because your girlfriend showed up." Heather reminded him.

"She's NOT MY GIRLFRIEND. I told Sara that and she didn't believe me."

"You know what; it's really none of my business. If you want to leave then go. But if you change your mind let me know." she said slipping a piece of paper with her number on it on his desk.

Without another word she turned around and left.

the next morning

"Hello?" Michael answered his phone.

"Mr. Scofield, this is the front desk, your cab is here to take you to the airport." the voice on the other end replied.

"Okay, I'm on my way down."

He hung up the phone and picked up his suitcase. He had been up all night thinking about what Heather had told him and debating on whether or not to go after Sara. But he was tired of being the savior, always being the one to save the day, and always ending up getting hurt because of it. But not today, not this time.

If it were true what Heather had said then Sara would have to be the one to fix things this time. If she wanted him back then she would have to be the one to find him and talk him into staying.

He walked over to the desk in the corner of the room. He saw Heathers' number and once again thought about whether or not he was making the right decision. But there was no talking him out of this one. He crinkled the slip of paper in his hand and tossed it in the trash can as he made his way out the door.

Sara

"That's perfect." Heather told the seamstress as she finished adjusting Sara's wedding gown.

"Do you really think so?" Sara asked twirling around in front of the mirrors.

"You look beautiful." Heather said checking her watch. "I have to go see about my dress and I'll be right back."

Once alone Sara consulted the four mirrors in front of her, checking to make sure every inch was perfect.

"I think we look pretty good." Sara told her reflection.

"In just two days I'll be Mrs. John Ferris." Sara crinkled her nose at the thought. "Sara Ferris. Dr. Sara Ferris." she repeated hoping if she said it enough her new name would start to sound appealing.

"Mrs. Ferris, Dr. Ferris." Nothing this just wasn't working. "Sara Scofield, Dr. Scofield." God she loved the sound of that.

Realizing what she was doing she silently cursed herself for being so stupid. It was never going to happen and she needed to focus on other things than Michael Scofield.

She heard a knock on the door and was grateful for the distraction from her thoughts.

"Come in."

The door opened slowly and in stepped the problem itself.

"Michael?"