A/N : You guys, I'm back! So sorry that it took me this long, I had briefly lost inspiration. But after watching yesterday's PB, with it not having nearly enough cute & romantic MiSa scenes to satisfy my need (for God's sake, it's been months since we had a new episode, couldn't they give us ONE kiss?), I started writing again.

Please review? I need some lovin'!

PS : turned in the paper...have to give an oral presentation sometime this week. Gah!

Xo, as always

Clive sympathetically squeezed her shoulder as they stood there, watching the plane take off into the sky. "Lynnie's a great pilot, so your boy will be safe. I promise, darlin'."

Sara grinned. "Oh, I don't question her capabilities for a moment. I'm just afraid for Lincoln. As I recall, your granddaughter has a mind of her own."

Clive let out a booming laugh. "That's for sure. The poor guy won't stand a chance against that girl's stubborness. I just hope she don't tease him too much." He frowned, suddenly rethinking his decision of letting his girl fly the both of them to Panama. It was a long flight, after all.

-

"Lincoln Burrows, I told you not to question me a-gain, did I not?" She turned in her seat, the goggles she was wearing enlarging her eyes to twice their size. She scowled at the man who was clearly getting on her nerves, trying to bully him into shutting up about her flying style. "Now, if you want drinks, they're right underneath your seat in the cooler. Unfortunately I don't have any big shutting-up tape with me."

She turned back to staring ahead of her, murmuring something about thank god Sara had chosen the sensible one. Michael nudged his brother in a 'what the hell are you doing' way, while Lincoln just rolled his eyes. "I only asked her why she was making so many turns and smiling so damn much."

"For your information, mr. Burrows, I happen to like the scenery out here. Just look at those beautiful fields. I do love nature. Especially when I am flying. It feels like there's so much more beauty from up here."

"Great." Lincoln quipped. "Our pilot is a tree hugger."

Evelyne huffed angrily. "What are you – a concrete man?"

"Listen, I like nature, I just need some civilisation thrown in, too. You won't ever see me plowing fields or milking cows." Lincoln told her. "And big birds just creep me out."

"I suppose you don't know nothing about hard work, then. Are you another soul sucking corporate man who just happened to be thrown in jail for a crime he didn't commit?"

Lincoln grinned. "Actually, my brother was the corporate man. He built those concrete buildings you despise so much." Michael swatted his brother. "Thanks a lot, Linc."

The girl sighed. "Michael Scofield, say it ain't so!"

"It ain't so. I designed the buildings, not built them. I made them look beautiful and artsy. They weren't soulless things, they had style. They had attitude." It sounded great, he had to admit that.

"Alright, I guess I can live with that. Artsy is okay. You do love nature, I hope?"

Michael smiled. "Oh yeah, I adore trees."

-

Sara sat at the kitchen table, tapping her pen on the wooden tabletop, trying to focus on the crossword puzzle she was trying to make to pass the time until she heard from Michael. She had already been sick twice since he had left, and it wasn't that Clive was a bad care-taker ("I took care of little shmutzie every single time she came home drunk off of her ass" he'd said), it was just that Michael was better. Michael would hold her in a way that made her feel safe, without question.

She desperately hoped that she would be able to meet up with him soon. She still had a bad feeling about the entire situation that didn't have anything to do with side-effects of the coma. Would they ever truly feel comfortable? Would they ever just get to be without looking over their shoulder every single minute?

Mal and Maggie had pitched in for a little money so Michael and Lincoln could go ahead and rent a small place to stay – under a different name, of course. She'd meet them as soon as she could - - and what was taking them so long?

"Don't fret, sugar. They're nowhere near Panama. My guess is Mexico."

She blanched. "I think I feel sick again." Running up the steps to the bathroom, she fell down a flight. Touching her fingers to her temple, she flinched when she felt the blood flow. The sight of redness on her skin made her feel even more sick and she let out a sob. Clive was beside her in seconds, lifting her up in the air as best as he could and carried her to the bathroom, before pressing a wet towel to her face.

Sara was torn between wishing for Michael and not wanting him to see her like this. Weak and vulnerable, not being able to care for herself. She knew that he would want to be there, but it would break him as well. In a flash, she saw his face before her, twisted with worry. No, it was better that he knew nothing of this.

"Clive? Don't tell Michael. Please."

He nodded. "Sure thing, sweetheart."

-

"So here's the plan, yeah? Lincoln and me, we're together and we're renting a cottage in my name." Lincoln sighed and Evelyne grinned. "Humor me, big fella."

Michael smiled. His brother was beginning to get whipped by this girl. She was great, too. He completely understood why Sara was friends with her. Speaking of, he made his intentions known of calling her when it was all arranged. "Sure." Lynnie happily said. "Be sure to mention the part where I totally owned the sky."

-

"Hi, señor, we just got engaged," she proudly showed her plastic flowery ring, "and we would like to settle down here and rent a cottage, now wouldn't we, big fella?"

Lincoln grinned and pressed a noisy kiss to the side of her hair, knowing it would annoy her. "You got that right, cupcake." He batted his eyelashes at the clerk and winked. "I do love this woman, sir."

The man looked very uncomfortable and simply nodded before sliding some pictures of available cottages towards them. They occassionaly made comments about them, going from 'but honey, we need some place to put the kids!' to 'why do you need a kitchen, baby, you can't cook!' before finally settling on one. It had a patio and a beautiful garden, three bedrooms and plenty of space. Relatively cheap, too.

Evelyne signed the papers as if it was something she did every day and expertly shook the man's hand after he had given her the keys. When they got out, she cheekily said : "Great. And now every month, you'll be able to enjoy the pleasure of my company."

"Let's rent us a car, too."

-

The phone rang. It was a sound that she had craved for so long, that she first thought she might be imagining it. It was only after Clive had answered it and brought it over to where she was lying on the bed, that she knew it wasn't only in her head. He mouthed 'it's your man' and grinned.

"Hello?"

"Sara, it's me. We're at our new place and I've gotta say, it's not so bad." He sounded happy and content, and it brought a smile to her slightly swollen lips. The damage from the fall was worse than she'd initially thought : a small cut from scraping against the wooden stairs and some bruising underneath her eyes and on her arms. Small cracks in her lips. She only hoped he wouldn't notice.

"That's great, Michael. Tell me, where are you at this very second?"

"Uhm – I think this is going to be our bedroom." She imagined a blush creeping into his complexion when he spoke the words. "Oh, really?"

"Yeah. It's pretty nice. You want me to decribe it to you?" She smiled when he went over every single detail : from the curls in the bedpost to the mirror next to the closet. His LLI was great for telling things this lively. She could really imagine the room.

"It sounds beautiful, Michael."

"There's still some work to be done, but I think it'll turn out pretty great. So how are you feeling?" His voice immediately sounded worried, afraid that in the short time he had been gone, something had turned for the worse. If only he knew.

"I'm uh… I'm okay. I still get sick sometimes, but Clive is helping me through it. And before you say anything, I am so very happy that you're safe for the time being. I wouldn't have it any other way and I'll be better soon. Now, did Evelyne behave on the way there?"

"She and Lincoln were driving eachother crazy!" He laughed. "I swear, it was really amusing to watch. I felt like they would jump eachother any second."

His laugh was contagious. "I can totally see that happening."

"It gets worse. Evelyne demanded that Lincoln play her fiancé at the rental office and he called her cupcake."

"O God. I wish I could've been there." She realized her mistake immediately after saying the words.

"Yeah, me too." His voice sounded pained, and she hated herself for making him feel that way. "I miss you."

"I miss you too, Michael."

"Is that Sara?" she heard a voice pipe up nearby. "Can I talk to her for a sec?"
"Sara, someone wants to talk to you.."

"I know," she chuckled. "I could hear her all the way over here. Just put her on. I'll talk to you soon."

"Sara, hun! You gotta tell me what's going on over there, 'cause I'm feeling the vibes."

'Feeling the vibes' was something Lynnie did even when they were young. For some reason, she could always feel when Sara was in trouble and subsequently, always got her out of it. Sara smiled sadly. If Michael had heard her say those words… "Lynnie, leave Michael for a second, will you? I don't want him to worry."

"Okay, I'm gone. Now tell me." It was weird how she knew something was up, but was never worried. She always knew a solution to everything.

Sara let out a sigh. "I fell on the stairs. My face is torn pretty bad."

"How bad? Plastic surgery bad?"

Her friend giggled. "Nah, just some cuts and bruises."

"And naturally you don't want your man to worry about you. I get it. I'll tell him it was just girl stuff, that I was feeling the vibes because you were missing him, alrighty?"

"Thanks, girly. Now, I hear you and Lincoln got into quite a war?"

-

"Okay, you guys, I will see you as soon as Sara is better, okay? And if not, I'll see you in a month…" She grinned at Michael's shocked face. "But she'll be better long before that. You just clean this place up before she arrives, alright? So you better get your buts moving."

She stepped into her small aircraft and waved a final time before pushing her goggles down so they were in front of her eyes. She gave them the thumbs up and took off.

"She's nice, isn't she?" Michael glanced at Lincoln, who stared into the direction she'd disappeared in.

Lincoln just grumbled. "Yeah. A real cupcake."

So, what did you think? Did you like the Linc/Lynnie dynamic or not? Liked the MiSa scenes? Please let me know?

Pleaaaase let me know?

All my lovin'.