A/N: Thanks so much for enjoying my story. I hope you all enjoy this story even more I got lots of twist before I come to the end of this story. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I still don't own anyone or thing in PB

Chapter Eleven

Lincoln and Clare rode back to the hotel in silence. There was so much that he wanted to ask her, but he saw the tears she refused to cry and knew that seeing her father hurt her. After what she told him about her father giving her away after her mother died he knew not to ask her again to go to her father. He was planning to this without involving him, but then Michael asked her and she agreed. He knew her Michael shared a special bond one that he would never want to break, but the man inside of him that had claimed her as his was feeling jealous that he would never have that connection with her.

"Stop the car." Clare's soft voice said to him startling him out of his thoughts

"Why? What's wrong?" he asked as he brought the car to a slow stop on the side of the road.

"Look Linc." she pointed to a patch of white flowers growing on the side of the road.

"Yeah looks like weeds." he said not knowing why she wanted to stop to look at them.

"My dad use to say that too." she said as she got out of the car" My mom loved them." she walked to them and knelt down as she went to pick them.

"What did he say?" Lincoln asked as he got out of the car and walked over to her.

"You know if you dry these out you can make great smelling potpourri." she didn't know how to tell him that Michael wasn't coming out of Sona." There are many colors not just white."

"Clare did you hear what I asked?" he persisted as he saw her stand up.

"Yes, Lincoln I heard you." she said as she turned her back on him" You know what he said…" she took a deep breath "He said he couldn't help. Oh gave me this song and dance about how if he could he would for me. Then he told me to stay away from Gretchen and Whistler because they were dangerous. He also said that this was bigger than him." she stopped as she turned to face him bringing her eyes to meet his." I'm afraid for Michael. For you. For L.J. For James. For my self." Lincoln came over to her and wrapped her in his arms.

"It's going to be okay. I'm going to get L.J back and Michael's getting out of Sona." he said as he rested his chin on the top of her head" I'm not going to let anything happen to any of you." he pulled back to look her in the face." I just got you back I'm not about to lose again."

"You have to focus on saving your son and Michael first then after you guys are some place far, far, far from here we'll talk about where we should go from there." she told him as she pressed her body into his just needing the comfort." Just hold me for now Lincoln. I want to feel something other than this anger and hate."

"I'm sorry you had to be in the middle of all this." he rested his face on the top of her head inhaling the smell of her hair. "I'm sorry I wasn't there for you when you needed me."

"It wasn't your fault. We've all been hurt by 'the company' I'm just sorry that people you and Michael loved paid the price." she said as she thought about Sara and Veronica.

"Michael tell you about that?" he asked softly

"No, while I was digging around I found that out my self. Sara was the love of Michael's life when he was in Fox River he wrote me once and told me about her." she said as they walked back to the car.

"Telling him was the hardest thing I had to do." Lincoln said as he started the car up.

"He's not going to let this go." she said as she watched his profile

"I know." Lincoln said as he thought about how he would feel if Clare suddenly was not there anymore.