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Sara was in her apartment, cleaning. Something Sara rarely did, but it was her day off, she was bored, and anxious, and missed Michael - she had to keep busy. It had been four days, four whole days, since Michael had left her apartment, heartbroken. And she hadn't seen him since. She would have hoped that having lived without him for three years, she would have been fine for four days. But, obviously no such luck. She missed him so much.

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That day hadn't been the most enjoyable of days. After Michael left her, she felt sorry for herself, surprisingly she didn't cry, but she still hurt inside. She moped around nearly all day, and eaten Ben and Jerry's for the majority of it. But, in the early afternoon she realised that Karl could come home any minute and if he saw her moping, and eating lots of Ben and Jerry's - like girls do when they feel sorry for themselves, because love is against them - it would raise a lot of questions, that she really couldn't be bothered dealing with. And the obvious point being, that she was going to dinner with Karl in a few hours and if she was full on ice cream - well that wouldn't look good either. Finally motivating herself, she put the ice cream away, and had a nice long bath. She treated herself, and had scented candles, plenty of bubbles, and lots of bath bombs. Elle magazine was so right, she felt miles better after that.

Her dinner with Karl was eventful. At first it was boring, Karl was being his usual charming self, and generally interested in what was going on with Sara that day. And she, to put it nicely, couldn't have cared less about what he had been up to. The only thing on her mind at the moment was Michael, How had it all come to this? What could she do to make it right?

Karl was babbling on about his day, and suddenly Sara felt guilty. Here she was with this wonderful guy, whom she felt she loved, and who cared for her dearly, who she was sleeping with for gods sake. And she was thinking about another guy. Having thoughts about how to get him back in her life. Even contemplating ending things with her current boyfriend for him. She couldn't have felt worse.

Over dinner Karl noticed this and he decided to bring it up. Of course if there was something on his girlfriends mind, he wanted to know about it, see if he could help.

"Sar, Are you okay?" He asked her, gently leaning over the table, and taking her hand in his. "Talk to me" He gently coaxed.

She sighed. "It doesn't matter" She smiled. "I just have a lot of things on my mind" She explained.

He nodded, if Sara didn't want to share, she wouldn't. He would have to change his tactics.

"This morning, I came over to your place; to see how you were. And you were - "

Sara knew what he was going to say, he must have seen her and Michael asleep on the couch. "It didn't mean anything, he's just a friend, from a long time ago. He came over, we watched a film, and must have fallen asleep" She explained, which was pretty much the truth. Although it had been far more intimate than she made it sound, considering their past.

Karl nodded. He understood. Karl was a very caring man, and for he was too forgiving, understanding, and caring for his own good. The rest of the dinner past with slight talking, and a lot of silence, not awkward - but not pleasant either. At the end of the evening, Sara apologised for her behaviour and gave him a small kiss to the mouth, at her door. Karl smiled, and kissed her back, deepening the kiss, and making it a very passionate one. Sara wanted to pull away, it felt wrong, and she didn't understand why. He was her boyfriend, she was doing absolutely nothing wrong. But she didn't pull away. It would cause too many questions, and it was comforting anyway. Karl slowly opened her door, leading her inside., and began slowly taking her blouse down off her shoulders. He leant in to kiss her neck, and Sara leant out a content sigh at first, and then in response Karl said her name, in a hoarse whisper. Sara tensed at this, and Karl pulled away.

That evening ended with Karl apologising profusely, wondering what he had done, and Sara continuously reminding him it wasn't him, she just wasn't feeling right. She blamed it on something she had eaten, and went to bed. Karl didn't stay the night, he tucked her into bed, and left. At this, she was relieved.

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Sara really didn't know what to do, she was in love with a great guy, but she was worried if she got attached to him again, he would leave like before, and that was something she really couldn't deal with again. It would literally kill her. And then she had Karl, she'd been seeing him a year, he was the sweetest guy ever, after Michael of course. Karl cared for her more than she could understand, and he treated her with so much respect. And despite her feelings for Michael, she did feel strongly for Karl. Even if what she felt for Michael was stronger, she couldn't hurt him; she knew how that felt.

She had seen Karl for a few hours yesterday, and everything seemed to be okay between them again. But not normal, not how they were before Michael. She didn't know whether to take this as a good thing, or a bad thing.

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Michael had been feeling sorry for himself, much like Sara had. Except his moping lasted all of three and a half days, not just a few hours. And he wasn't feeling guilt, he was just feeling hurt, pain, and his heart felt so heavy it made him feel sick. But what he didn't know was, Sara felt the exact same thing.

Michael had spent the whole of his three and a half days of moping, doing literally that. He sat in the Burrows-Scoffield house, in his room. Watching TV, and sleeping. Literally, he didn't eat, he didn't bathe, he didn't leave his room - unless necessary; to go to the lavatory.

But after the three and a half days, Lincoln was sick and tired of his brother feeling sorry for himself. It had been long enough, and if Sara had moved on, he had to too. He could not spend his life feeling sorry for himself. It wasn't even something Michael would have normally done, another reason why Lincoln had to get him up and running as Mike again.

"Get up!" Lincoln shouted, on the third and a half day of Mike's moping. Barging into his room, and opening the curtains letting in lots of needed and natural sun light.

Michael reacted to the new sudden light, wincing, and snaking the covers above his head. Lincoln sighed, he grabbed a pillow and whacked Michael a few times over the head. "Mike, you gotta get up, you can't keep doing this to yourself" Lincoln told him. No reply. "Look man, get out, get some fresh air..." Lincoln tried. "At least take a shower, dude, you stink, I mean four days?"

A mumble came from under the covers. "What?" Linc asked.

There was the mumble again. "Three days, twelve hours, and ..." He glanced at his watch, under the covers, "Forty five minutes" He announced.

"Geez Mike" Lincoln sighed, "We gotta get your life back." He stated.

Michael didn't respond. He heard more footsteps, and knew someone else had just walked in. "Michael, this isn't like you, it's so out of character. It's like it's not even you. Get up, get showered, and get some fresh air" Veronica told him, Lincoln smiled and nodded in the back, proud that he was right, in what he told Michael earlier.

A quiet grumble came from underneath the duvet, "No".

So Lincoln began whacking his younger brothers body with a pillow. Veronica laughed a little at the pair, even though the situation was far from funny. "Right, you get out of bed now Scoffield, otherwise, your brother is going to stay here all day, doing just this" Veronica said sternly, her mother side coming out of her. Lincoln gave her a terrified look, as if to say, 'I'm not staying here all day'. Veronica rolled her eyes.

Finally there was movement from under the covers. "Fine" He grumbled as he headed to the bathroom for a much needed shower.

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He finally left the house, after four days of being cooped up in one room 'V' and Linc, had managed to persuade him to go out and get some coffee. He reluctantly agreed, but Vee's coffee had tasted rather foul lately, so it seemed like a good idea at the time. But now - a bit late, but better late than never - his genius brain kicked in. Veronica's coffee had always been delicious, she couldn't make disgusting coffee. He sighed; he fell for their ploy to get him out of the house. Well at least it worked, even he knew he needed to get out. After purchasing his coffee, Michael turned and noticed a beautiful red head in the corner, back to him, drinking coffee. He knew who it was, and was debating whether or not to turn around like he hadn't seen her. He has been a mess these past few days, and he was embarrassed by it. And he knew, if Sara looked at him, she would see right through the facade he put up. Deciding on leaving, he turned around.

However, he only got a few steps towards the door, when he felt a small delicate tap on his shoulder. Taking in a small intake of breath, he slowly turned around, coming face-to-face with a smiling Sara, but could see right through the little front she was putting on. She might be happy, but she definitely wasn't smiling happy, he could see the sadness in her eyes. "Hey..." He said at last.

"Hey." She smiled. She glanced towards him, and towards the door, wondering if he was going to explain why he was leaving without saying, hi, or bye. Or anything.

He understood what she was asking, and was about to say he didn't notice her sitting there, when she interrupted him. "I saw you look over at me" She grinned slightly, pointing at the window near where she had been sitting. He didn't understand why she grinned, but was happy nonetheless. Grinning Sara, was much better than a mad, shouting one.

He smiled, but decided to answer her question truthfully anyway, rather than brush past it. "I uh... Well truthfully, I thought it would be awkward..." He explained, referring to a few days before when they kissed, and she told him she loved him. Oh, and also declared her love to her boyfriend - in front of him. He has a hard time forgetting that part.

"Look Mike..." She looked at him and nodded towards a table, silently asking him to join her, he obliged, and as they were seated she continued. "I'm so sorry about the other day." He didn't say anything, he just waited for her to continue. "I was feeling so emotional having you back after so long, and I meant what I said. I just..."

He nodded, "It's okay." He said, trying not to sound too heartbroken. He did a terrible job. He was falling apart inside. He couldn't look her in the eyes, something she really didn't like.

"Michael... I need some time... I love you, but I - "

He shook his head, "It's fine, don't go on. Please." He begged. He stood up to leave, "I'm sorry, I can't do this." He grabbed his jacket, and was about to leave.

Tears formed in Sara's eyes, "Michael..." She said. Causing him to turn and look at her, his expression softened at the sight of her.

He stayed in his standing position, wondering if she would care to elaborate her calling him. "...Don't keep running away when it gets hard, Michael." She told him.

"There's never going to be an 'us' is there? You have Karl, so nothing can happen - "

"Michael! I still need you..." She cried quietly.

How could he have been so immature and thoughtless. Running away because he couldn't be with the woman he wanted, the way he wanted. How immature, he'd rather not have her in his life at all if he couldn't have her as his own. But he knew it wasn't for that reason at all. He was weak, when it came to love, when it came to her. It was easier to run.

He walked over to her slowly, and bobbed down towards her, pulling her in for a quick, tight embrace. Sara sighed as he pulled her body towards his comfortingly. After a few seconds he pulled, back forcing a smile. "I'm sorry" He said apologetically.

Sara nodded, "So, are we going to still be... friends?" She asked. Friends, ugh - he was sure he felt his heart break again then, it must be in billions of tiny pieces by now; the amount of times he has felt it break lately.

He nodded at her. "Sure, we can be friends"

Smiling, she began to ramble on as normal. "Good, because I really want to go see that new Sandra Bullock movie tonight, Premonition." She said with a cheeky grin.

"Okay..." Michael said, amused and confused.

"Well, you can take me." She offered.

"I can? Can I?" He laughed, with raised eyebrows.

"Yeah, It'll be fun, just you and me, and popolate - " She grinned, and was going to continue her happy ramble, but was interrupted.

"Popolate?"

The cafe was filled with Michael and Sara's laughter.

AN: Okay, really sorry if this chapter disappointed some of you. I know nothing really happened, but this wasn't supposed to be a drama filled fic anyway, however, it should get a bit more interesting. Were about half way through the fic now; just thought ya would like to know. ;) And please read and review to tell me what you thought. Thank you in advance.