Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Prison Break. I don't own any of the following characters: Lincoln Burrows, Michael Scofield, Veronica Donavon, Sara Tancredi or LJ Burrows.

A/N: Wow, chapter 10 already. I can't believe it's only been that long. Well I have to warn all readers that this chapter has some serious fluff in it! So if you're not into romance…well…I guess you really don't' want to read this book at all….lol, but this chapter really does fit so READ AND REVIEW!

--------Kansas---- (its noon on day two of their trip to Utah) ------------

"Hey Michael, do you think we can stop soon? We've been driving for hours and my butt is getting so sore, I'm not even sure if it still works…" Sara asked, looking at Michael with helpless eyes.

"We'll drive for five more hours and then stop at a hotel." Michael said attempting to stay awake by competing with the passing traffic.

"Come on Michael, this is crazy. Look there is a motel six on the next exit. Can we please stop?" She asked grabbing Michael's hand and intertwining it with her own.

"Alright, with beautiful eyes like that…what man could possibly say no?" He said turning into the Motel six parking lot.

"Thank you." Sara answered gathering up the snack foods and books from her large purse and shoving them back inside the purse. "Michael, have you seen my wallet?"

"No, why?"

"Well, in order to pay for my hotel…I need my wallet." She said looking frantically around her car for any sign of her missing wallet.

"It's okay, I'll pay for it Sara…you just need to calm down young lady." Scofield informed Sara, parking in a spot near the lobby and unloading the suitcase from the trunk. "I'm going to go make sure there is a vacant room."

"Wait! Let me go with you." She said walking closely behind the tattooed man.

Michael and Sara entered in the lobby of the rather small rickety hotel and stood by the counter. An old lady in a moo moo walked up from behind the counter and put out her cigarette. She looked at Michael and rolled her eyes as she noticed Sara was right beside him wrapped around his right arm.

"Do you have a two bed hotel room available?" Sara asked looking up at Michael then back into the eyes of the creepy old lady.

"No, we only have a one bed room left…Do you want it?" She asked lighting up another cigarette and blowing the smoke in Sara's face.

"We'll take it." Michael said handing the lady a fifty dollar bill as he watched the look on Sara's face go from happy to worried in a mere minute.

"Okay…your room is down this here hallway and to yawl's left." The bitter old woman said handing Michael a small set of keys to room 7.

Michael looked at the keys for a moment then back at Sara who was already half way down the hallway. He let off a sigh and walked down the hallway until they both stopped in front of the olive green door with a crooked number seven painted on the front. Inside the room was a brass bed that appeared to almost be falling apart and a closet sized bathroom with a shower that had no stall. Sara walked inside and her jaws immediately dropped.

"So, do you want me to go out and get us some food?" Michael asked as he watched Sara's expression deteriorate at a rapid pace.

"Sure, what's around here?" Sara asked trying to think positive about the entire situation.

Alright Sara, it's just one night…don't worry about it. After all, you're stuck in a single bed hotel with one of the hottest men in the entire world. Things can't be that bad…Wait…was that a rat. No, it was somebody's sock they left behind. Shit, I can't stand this anymore…

"I think there is a Chinese place about 10 minutes away. Do you like Chinese food?" Scofield questioned as he began looking in the phone book for the phone number.

Sara walked up behind Michael and began messaging his shoulders while he looked for the Chinese restaurant's phone number. She gently laid her head on his shoulder watching his face become serious as he looked for the phone number. He ran his finger down the phone book until he stumbled upon the restaurant's phone number.

"Can you hand me the phone?" Michael asked looking at Sara's head on his shoulder.

"We don't' have a phone in this room…" She informed Michael as she handed him the cell phone from the night stand.

"Thanks." He said dialing the phone number as he watched Sara walk over to the mirror while she fixed her hair. "Yeah, I need a number 2, number 5 and a number 19." Michael informed the Chinese man on the phone.

Sara fixed her hair and looked at Michael who was becoming more frustrated on the phone than she'd ever seen him before. His eyebrows were filled with anger as he was correcting the order on the phone. She let off a small giggle and turned on the TV. Sitting beside Michael, Sara rested her entire body against Michael's as the sweat began pouring down Michael's face.

"Yes, I will be there in ten minutes…goodbye." Michael responded as he shut his phone rather harshly and threw it on the table beside him. He looked down at Sara who was resting against his body and smiled. "I'm sorry that your human pillow can't stay but he has to go get some food." He informed Sara as he lifted her up from his body and placed her on the bed.

"Do you have to go?" She begged him with a childish look on her face. "Please stay with me…" Sara said grabbing his shirt and pulling him in closer toward her body.

"I won't go but we'll be hungry…" Scofield informed the young brunette as he kissed the top of her forehead. "I have to go now; I'll be back in fifteen minutes…" He said lifting himself off of Sara and walking toward the door.

"Okay." Sara said smiling at Michael then watching the TV. Michael left the hotel room and Sara spread herself out over the queen size bed and watched the news.

"We have a special story arising in the next ten minutes. It turns out the governor of Illinois daughter is missing. She was last seen two days ago around 5 o'clock. Governor Tancredi is becoming worried and in last nights address he begged anyone who had information on Sara Tancredi to call the FBI hotline." A rather prissy blonde reported on the news.

Sara grabbed the remote and flipped the TV off. She turned onto her side so that she was facing the wall and began to cry. The tears streamed down her face as the thought of being a missing person filled her head. Michael entered the room shortly after to find the brunette crouched in a corner of the hotel room. He quickly dropped the Chinese food and ran over to Sara, holding her in his muscular arms.

"What's wrong Sara?" Michael asked removing the hair from her face and rubbing her back at the same time. Sara said nothing but her eyes told him everything. Her eyes were dark, glossy and had an expression on her face that could only be described as complete horror. "Everything is going to be okay." He informed Sara as he continued rubbing her back. "Everything will be just fine."

----------Damascus St. in Coleville, Utah------- (5:36 p.m.) ---------

LJ and Lincoln arrived in Coleville, Utah just before 5:30 in front of the Holiday Inn. The Inn was a middle class hotel that had a free breakfast bar and a pool/hot tub facility. Lincoln looked around the lobby as LJ continued to count the number of ants outside the window. Linc looked at his son and shook his head as a lady came to the front counter.

"Hello, welcome to Coleville, Utah…can I interest you in a room?" A rather obese old woman asked as she leaned up against the counter in front of Lincoln attempting to flirt with the young stud.

"Yeah, I'll have a room for two….my son and I…" Linc clarified realizing that his sentence almost made it sound that the two of them were gay or worse, married.

"Alright, you're in luck, we have one room that has two twin mattresses and a single bathroom." The old lady explained waggling her eyebrows.

Lincoln looked at the lady in complete puzzlement as she handed him a room key with the number 27 printed on the side of it. LJ quickly followed his father down the hallway and inside the hotel room. The room was rather small in size but had two comfy beds in the middle complete with an average size bathroom. The sink was in one corner of the bathroom and the toilet and shower stall were on the other side.

LJ looked at his father with heavy eyes as he pulled the covers away from the top of the bed and slowly crawled into the bed. He gently shut his eyes and began dreaming of blueberry pancakes and other random foods.

Burrows however, was sitting in a chair located in the corner of the room as he watched his only son dream. His hands were firmly planted on the arms of the chair while he thought about Veronica. The veins from his bald head grew visible as did the smile on his face.

---------------Holiday Inn in Kansas---------- (10:39 p.m.) -----------

Steam began pouring out of the bathroom as Michael walked out with a towel around his waist. Sara watched the wet tattooed man as he began shaving. She glanced back at the TV and slowly turned her head back to look at Michael. In the mirror Michael could see Sara looking back and forth between him and the TV. He let off a small chuckle and continued to shave the rest of his face.

…Whoa…Sara contain yourself for god sakes! He just happens to be flexing his muscles exactly perfectly so that his shoulder blades stick out. Damn, I'd love to run my hand down in between his shoulder blades. Wait! Sara, stop it…he is crazy remember. What happened to the plan where you just help him with no strings attached? Well, it's kind of hard when he is over by the sink with just a towel…nothing more…just a small white towel…

Scofield rinsed his razor and placed it in the small book bag beside the bathroom counter. From the book bag he grabbed out a small bottle of Vert and squirted a couple squirts of the cologne onto his freshly washed chest. He glanced back at Sara and smiled devilishly at the site of her curled in a ball on the bed.

"Hey Sara I'll be done with the shower soon…I just need to put some clothes on." Michael informed Sara as he opened the bathroom door.

…No…you don't have to put any clothes on…

"Okay, no need to hurry…" Sara said while she ran her fingers along her stomach as she watched the rest of Oprah.

Michael entered into the small bathroom and took off the bleach white towel and slipped into his red Budweiser boxers. He folded the towel and placed it in the small laundry bag in the corner of the room. Returning into the main room of the hotel he watched as Sara examined him closely.

"The shower is open…" Michael announced rolling into the single bed so that he was right beside Sara.

"Okay." Sara answered quickly getting out of bed. Michael grabbed her hand and pulled the innocent brunette closer to his body so that she could feel the intense heat from his body. "What do you need?"

"Nothing, I didn't know I had to need something will I touched you…" He said pulling the rest of her body underneath his larger frame so that she was pinned down to the bed. Michael began caressing the side of her face as he kissed the side of her neck following a trail down to her belly button then looking up at Sara.

"What are your intensions Mr. Scofield? I'm your doctor sir; this is illegal to have a private secession young man." Sara informed Scofield in a playful tone of voice as Michael tickled her stomach with his soft lips.

"Do I have to answer that question doctor?" Michael asked, making his journey more south to where he was now un-buttoning her jeans.

"Michael, I'm sorry I can't do this anymore." She spoke up pushing Michael's body away from her and walking around the bed then into the bathroom.

…damn it…what did I do this time?

Scofield unrolled the comforter and sheets to the bed and maneuvered around to the opposite side of the bed. He pulled the covers close to his belly button and turned onto his side so that he was now facing the mirror. Sara unlocked the bathroom door and walked out to look in the mirror. She noticed Michael was asleep so she hopped into bed beside him and turned out the light.

…What the hell did I just do…?

-----------------End of Chapter------------------

A/N: Well, that concludes chapter 10. I know there was a lot of fluff but hey, I can't be mean to them the entire time grins or can I? Please review!