A/N: Well, midnight, and once again here I am. I'm not sure how much longer this story will be...I never really intended to have a huge plot to go on, I'll leave that up to the amazing powers that be. Nothing I could think of could compare to their genius anyway. So yeah, basically this fic was just to address what I thought/hoped could happen between MiSa post fall finale. I think there are probably a few chapters left, and you never know, I could think of something great. lol. Provided everyone is still reading, the next chapter should be up within the next 24 hours.


Chapter Eleven

Get up, get out, get away from these liars
Cos they don't get your soul or your fire
Take my hand, knot your fingers through mine
And we'll walk from this dark room for the last time

None of them knew quite what to do. Fifteen minutes had passed and Kellerman was unconscious, propped up against the cold brick wall of the cheap hotel. One of his hands hung limp as it was held by a thick piece of rope to the metal frame of a bookshelf. Although he was barely a threat anymore, they'd tied him up for good measure. No one however, had bothered to wipe the dried blood from his chin, and that plus the pained expression on his face was grotesque.

Sara and Michael sat at either end of the double couch while Lincoln sat on a couch opposite them. They'd barely spoken since Kellerman had fallen unconscious; no one knew quite was to say. This was all pretty much unknown territory to the three of them.

Michael desperately wanted to offer Sara some comfort, but it was so difficult to know how she'd react to him, to anyone, at this point. He wasn't usually the type to shy away from a challenge, but Sara…Sara was…different. She brought things out in him he never knew existed. He didn't know if that was a good or bad thing, but one thing was for sure; he didn't regret anything about her, about their relationship. Actually, he really didn't know how to define their relationship, and he suspected she didn't either, which was what was making the silence right now slightly awkward. Lincoln…Lincoln just looked confused.

Michael stole a glance at Sara. Her hands were fidgeting in her lap and he longed to put his own over hers to still them. He thought he caught her looking at him, and he felt his lip curl up into a smile. Lincoln raised his eyebrows at him causing Michael to roll his eyes in response.

Sara sighed, looking up. Her gaze went from Lincoln to Michael. He was on the couch next to her, but there was a distance between them. He seemed to be staring at an imaginary spot on the floor. It was odd; she wasn't used to this Michael. One who seemed so unsure of what to do, a man without a plan.

She didn't know how to interpret his outburst at the man she now knew as Kellerman. He'd been savage. It was with raw passion and rage that he'd repeatedly struck Kellerman. She wasn't naïve; she realized that the attack was in response to Michael's realization that Paul was the one who had tortured her. Thinking about Michael's protectiveness of her made her strangely gleeful. But still, she just sat with her hands in her lap, waiting for either Michael or Lincoln to talk first.

Finally, the silence was broken by Michael's feet scraping along the stained carpet as he stood up. Both Sara and Lincoln watched as he made his way over to the small kitchen where he proceeded to grab a mug and begin fixing a coffee. After a few moments, he stirred the drink with satisfaction as he walked back over to the couch.

Lincoln watched curiously as Michael passed the warm beverage to Sara, receiving a small smile in return. God, that smile…Michael thought, feeling a little like a love sick teenager. Truth was, he was so angry at himself for everything bad that had come of his ingenious escape plan. Letting out the other cons – T Bag mainly, and all the pain and deaths that had occurred; he couldn't help think that that blood was on his hands.

However, the guilt from all of these events paled in comparison to the guilt he felt from involving Sara in the whole conspiracy. He had, effectively, torn her life apart. Her father had died, she'd lost her job, she'd been tortured, and now everyday she had to fear for her life. Realistically, the logical part of him knew that it was hardly all his fault, and that even he couldn't have predicted the extent The Company would go to, or the power they had. But being around Sara…well, he could hardly think logically. And despite all this, he still couldn't being himself to regret what had developed between them.

He sat back down, and it didn't escape her notice that he sat down closer to her this time. His knee lightly rested against hers, and that one small contact offered her more comfort than any other man ever had. He watched her from his end of the couch as she gently blew on the hot drink, attempting to cool it so that she could take a sip. She raised the mug to her lips and he watched as she momentarily closed her eyes as the warm liquid hit her tongue.

"No, I didn't want a drink. Thanks for the offer Michael." Lincoln joked, attempting to break the silence that had once again enveloped the trio. Michael just smiled at his older brother before turning his attention back to Sara.

Suddenly all too aware that she was being watched, Sara bought the mug down to rest in her lap and she coughed nervously.

"So…What now?" She asked quietly, sounding slightly anxious a she gestured towards the unconscious, restrained man.

Michael followed her gaze to Kellerman before replying, a small smile playing across his lips, "let him sleep."

"I meant about everyth – " Sara tried to explain, Michael cutting her off.

"I know." He replied softly, staring into her eyes and for the moment, they both forgot Lincoln was in the room.

Michael's gaze gave her goosebumps and she couldn't bear to look away. Lost for words, she stared longingly back into his eyes. She could see his hunger and concern for her in his eyes, and she was almost certain her own eyes reflected that same desire.

Oblivious to the tension building, Lincoln piped up from his seat on the opposite couch.

"I guess we wait until he wakes up," he said as he pointed over at Paul, "and see what his plan was. Not that he's going to feel particularly helpful now." Lincoln finished slightly sarcastically, slightly impressed by Michael's attack.

"He'll still help, if that was his original intention." Michael stated knowingly.

"How can you be sure?" Lincoln asked curiously.

"If he came to us in the first place, he obviously needs us. That won't change."

Lincoln thought about Michael's words. He figured Michael was probably right. Kellerman had come to them, so he obviously needed something from them, and a little – correction: a lot – of pain didn't mean he didn't need them anymore.

"Right. And don't forget about the key." Sara said, her eyes shifting to meet Lincoln's.

"Key?" He asked, confused.

Sara looked back over at Michael, who was already rummaging in his pocket. Triumphantly, he pulled out the key and tossed it to Lincoln. Catching it easily with one hand, Lincoln carefully examined the strange key, turning it over in his hand.

"What's it for?" Lincoln asked inquisitively.

"No idea," Michael said honestly, looking over at Sara.

"I'm not sure," she replied, reluctantly turning her attention back to Lincoln. "I found it on the floor of my father's office. I'm pretty sure it was what he was after" she finished a little nervously, glancing over at Kellerman as if making sure he was still restrained.

Michael noticed her slight uneasiness and rested his hand lightly on her knee in response. The touch of his hand calmed her and she gave him a small smile, feeling a little foolish knowing that Lincoln was probably watching the interaction curiously.

Hours passed as the three discussed their options. Sara had briefly and somewhat reluctantly assessed Kellerman's condition, and they'd laid him on the floor, determining that despite the injuries he'd sustained, he would physically be okay and would probably just sleep through until the morning. No one moved to get him a pillow or make him comfortable.

As it began to get dark, they'd made some pasta and had dinner together in the small, dingy hotel. Finally, they'd decided to keep the key secret from Paul until they'd determined exactly what he was up to, which they would quiz him on in the morning.

"Right…well." Lincoln said a little awkwardly. "I'm going to go make a phone call."

Michael looked at him curiously.

"LJ." Lincoln answered his brother's silent question.

Michael simply nodded.

"Watch your back."

"Always do."

With that, Lincoln was out the front door. He did really want to speak with his son, but he also partly left because he wanted to give Sara and Michael some privacy to talk. The looks that had passed between the two all afternoon hadn't gone unnoticed by Lincoln. Michael knew that was part of his motivation and he was grateful to his older brother. And as the door closed, Michael returned his gaze to Sara, realizing that apart from the unconscious man lying in the corner of the room, they were completely alone.


A/N: Okay, I realise this chapter was kind of unevenful. But the next chapter won't be. In fact, a bunch of you will probably think the events in the next chapter happened too quickly; that Michael and Sara aren't there yet...and I'm probably inclined to agree with you. However, my brain couldn't seem to stop my fingers from typing it so...Eh, I'll just wait to hear back from you about it I 'spose. So, read and review and I'll finish off the next chapter. :D