"Go go go go…yes! Goal!" Lincoln jumped up on his feet and punched the air. He had come over to Michael's apartment to visit him for the evening. He hadn't seen his younger brother in three weeks and felt bad; his life had pretty much gone to shit the last few months but no matter what happened his brother was always there for him. Lincoln was no stranger to the law and trouble and had had a few short spells in prison for things like drink driving and fighting, but now his son Lincoln Junior, or LJ as everyone had called him, was growing up, he wanted to be a more stable father figure to him. His relationship with his son was somewhat turbulent; LJ would frequently hear bad things about Lincoln from his mother and at 14, often believed whatever she said, but Lincoln was trying really hard to be the best father to his son that he could be. His girlfriend Veronica had always stood by his side, but recently they had been arguing about everything. Granted, Lincoln knew he wasn't the easiest person to deal with but he loved Veronica more than life itself and deep down knew he would be lost without her. But Michael was his safe haven. He would give the earth for his little brother and was fiercely protective over him. He had done his best to raise him after their parents had died and even done some foolishness to help see him through college, but he would do it all again in a heartbeat if it meant helping his brother.

But tonight, they were just two brothers watching a soccer match on TV. Michael took a swig of his beer as Lincoln finished celebrating his team's latest goal.

"What a goal bro!" He exclaimed, downing the rest of his beer and letting out a belch after it.

"Hey, you still haven't told me what's going on with you and that doctor lady!"

"Well, there's nothing really to tell Linc," he said, throwing empty beer bottles and crisp packets in the bin.

"Is she hot?" Lincoln asked.

Michael smiled. "Yeah. She's beautiful. Real pretty."

"Michael Scofield I recognize that smile, you got some serious feelings for her man!"

"I like her ok? She's beautiful, she's funny and she's smart, I love a smart woman." What he failed to add to his older brother was that he had fallen in love with her. He'd fallen for Sara hook line and sinker and it surprised him just how fast he had fallen. There was a knock on the door, three quiet taps. Michael strode over to open it and the sight that greeted him literally broke his heart. There stood Sara, soaked to the bone from the rain, her eyes red and puffy from crying and tears pouring down her face. She also clutched a half-drunk bottle of vodka. Michael knew immediately that something must have been up as she had told him on the night they met that she didn't drink.

"Sara? What's going on? Are you alright?" Michael asked. She dissolved into tears and almost dropped the bottle out of her hand. Michael caught it, put it to one side and wrapped his arms around a drunk Sara.

"I guess I'm gonna head off Mike, I'll catch you tomorrow yeah?" Lincoln shoved his feet into his trainers and left Michael's apartment; Michael barely even noticed.

"What's happened Sara?" Michael asked with concern. He pushed the hair out of her face and helped her take off her soaking wet jacket. She stumbled and he caught her; he led her to his sofa.

"I hate my dad!" She exclaimed between sobs. She explained to Michael what had happened with her father and it took a while between her sobs and stumbling over her words.

"Jeeze Sara, that's cold," Michael replied. "I can't believe he did that."

"And now I've done the one thing I said I never would and I hate myself!" She dissolved again, burying her face in Michael's chest. Suddenly, she got up unsteadily and tried her best at a drunk, flirty smile. She straddled Michael and kissed him, rather clumsily. Her hands began to wonder across his body but he gently stopped her.

"What's wrong, you don't think I'm good enough either? You'd rather slap me up too?" She jumped off him and stood on the other side of the room, her temper flaring. Sara had never been drunk and didn't know how to cope with her emotions bleeding out of her.

"Don't be stupid Sara, you know I'd never ever hurt you." Michael's tone was stern.

"Why don't you want me?" Her voice was breaking and the look on her face almost broke Michael's heart.

"Of course I want you," he began, walking over to her and taking her hand. "Just not like this." He kissed her hand lightly, then her forehead. It was such a small, but tender gesture that made Sara blurt out those words.

"I think I love you Michael." She never would have said them if she weren't drunk.

"Oh Sara, I love you too. You have no idea." He held her close and nuzzled the top of her hair, breathing her in. she smelt like the rain and the ocean and fresh shampoo and he found it intoxicatingly refreshing.

"Do you mean that?" She asked, looking up at him with her big hazel eyes.

"Of course Sara, you had me from the very start. Your shaking, lets get you out of these wet clothes and into bed."

He led her to his bedroom, a beautifully large room with floor to ceiling windows on the entire one side of the room, staring out into the Chicago skyline 20 floors up. It was a beautiful view but Sara was too drunk to appreciate it. Instead, she stepped out of her clothes and threw them into a pile on the floor. She was stood in the middle of his room in nothing but her bra and a small thong and Michael was trying his very hardest not to peel off her underwear slowly and make love to her for hours. Instead, he threw her one of his old college jerseys from when he played football and she slipped it over her head, collapsed into bed and fell into a deep sleep.

Michael covered her up and watched her for a few moments, thinking. Her father must have really hurt her for her to get this drunk, he thought. She had never touched alcohol in her life and tonight she managed to get so drunk. Satisfied she wouldn't choke on her own sick or fall out of bed, he planted a delicate kiss on her forehead, gently caressed her face with his thumb and made his way to the sofa and tried to get some sleep.

We met lincoln here - what do you think?!