Chapter 14

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In this Chapter Sara tells Michael a sercert that she had kept for five years OHHH!!!!

Once Inside, Sara recklessly made her way to her bedroom; hitting and running into things on her path there. She threw open her door, and collapsed on her bed, sobbing

uncontrollably. She gripped her pillow tightly, her face buried in it. Soon her pillowcase was drenched with tears, and she sat up abruptly. Her cheeks were red and damp; an effect of the tears that had fallen and soaked through her skin. Fresh tears proceed to roll down her cheeks, cascading and splattering on her satin comforter.

She leaned against the headboard, swallowing and closing her eyes. "I don't love him, I don't love him, I don't…love him," She repeated weakly, hitting the back of her head against the wall each time she repeated it. She opened her eyes. Her fingers found their way up to her lips, and she ran a finger across them smoothly. She took in a breath, thinking about how minutes before Michael's lips had been on her own. She closed her eyes again as her hand dropped down to her side. Sara jumped out of bed and rushed to bathroom, finding what she wanted. She didn't even have to think anymore as she plunged the syringe into her arm.

A few minutes later Sara returned to the bedroom and climbed into bed. Her eyes closed slowly into a light sleep, but not before letting one final tear drip down her nose

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Michael swallowed hard as he waited outside of the store in the car. He bit his lip, replaying the events that had happened in her apartment building. He hadn't planned for that to happen, it seemed that whenever he was around Sara, he had done certain things he wouldn't normally do. She had that sort of effect on him. He sighed and let his head hit the steeling wheel. He saw Becky bounce out of the store, a smile upon her face. She hopped in the front seat, giving Michael a quick peck.

"Ready to go out to dinner with my parents?" She asked joyfully.

"Yeah," He answered uninterested.

Becky's brows furrowed. "Baby, what's wrong?" She asked,

Michael sighed and shook his head and drove off to the hotel where there would be having dinner with the Millers "Nothing…Can I ask you something?" He asked

Becky nodded. "Yeah, you can ask me anything," She replied, now concerned.

Michael took a deep breath. "You love me, right?" He asked, keeping his eyes on the road.

Becky seemed taken aback by the question, but answered. "Of course I do, what ever made you think different?"

He sighed and proceeded to drive down the street. "Nothing did, I just wanted to…" He trailed off, stopping.

Becky raised her eyebrows and had a puzzled expression upon her features. "Wanted to what? Michael, I will always love you," She said softly.

Michael smiled slightly, but didn't answer as they pulled into the hotel parking lot.

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"Sara?" Katie called into her apartment as she pulled her spare key out under the stone. She entered the apartment, spotting the purse and keys scattered on the table and the thrown jacket on the floor. She looked around the living room and kitchen, but found no sign of Sara. Katie sighed as she started to walk towards the bedroom.

When she opened the door, what she found made her sigh. Sara was lying asleep with tears stains down her face with a pillow clutched to her chest tightly. Katie quickly walked over to her friend, and shook her slightly. Sara stirred, and slowly opened her eyes. When she spotted Katie, she sat up immediately.

"Katie?, what are you doing here?" She asked, rubbing her eyes trying to get rid of all the tearstains.

"I came to see you. I mean, we haven't seen or talked to each other in a couple of days, and I wanted to see how you were doing," She answered, "and I see that hasn't been too great," She added, looking at the mascara that had run down her friend's face.

Sara let her hands drop to her lap as she started to play with them. "Yeah…" She mumbled.

Katie sat on the bed and embraced her in a hug. "What happened?" She asked, rubbing Sara's back. She took a deep, shaky breath and pulled away.

"He…he kissed me," She mumbled, now playing with the edge of her shirt.

Katie's eyes widened. "Who? Who kissed you?" She asked anxiously, sitting closer to Sara.

Sara sighed. "Michael," She said quietly.

Katie smiled and jumped up from the bed, positioning herself on her knees in front of Sara. "When? Why? How? Details, I want details!" She squealed.

"It's not like that, Katie . I mean, he's getting married! How could he just kiss me? It really only proves how faithful he is. Do you know how devastated I would be if I was in Becky's place right now?" Sara asked incredulously.

Katie sighed, and sat fully down on the floor. "Sara, but that's the thing. You aren't in Becky's place right now. And I think we both perfectly know that Michael has always loved you, so why would he stop? Keeping you away from him for a five years doesn't change his feelings. Not one that strong."

Sara bit her lip as she looked at her friend. "Katie , Their wedding's coming up soon. How could I let him kiss me?" She asked, more to herself than to Katie .

"Because, you love him, and you want to kiss him, just like how he wants to kiss you. I wish you would just stop being so damn stubborn," Katie replied, mumbling the last part.

"What goes on at Fox River stays at Fox River," Sara stated bitterly.

Katie rolled her eyes. "Sure, if you say so. Tell me that in about five years when you guys are married and have little Michael's and Sara's running around," She said

"Well we did nearly have one," Sara said quietly.

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"Michael, sweetie, I asked you what you were going to get," Becky said, shaking Michael's arm slightly.

Michael snapped back to reality, looking at Becky. "I'm sorry, what?" he asked, sitting up in his chair.

Becky chuckled. "Sweetheart, what are you going to get? I've been trying to talk to you for the past five minutes. Are you sure you're okay?" She asked.

"Oh yeah, I'm fine. I'm great, dandy, fantastic," He said a little too cheerfully. Becky nodded, but not before giving him a weird glance.

Throughout the night, Michael would always find his mind drifting back to earlier that day, when he was with Sara. The kiss had been something he hadn't felt in a really

long time; his and Becky's kisses were nothing like that. His and Sara's had been with so much more fervor, something he never felt with Becky. He tried to convince himself that he was doing the right thing; Becky loved him, so he would surely be happy…right?

"So, honey what are you going to order?" Becky asked, once again.

Michael looked down at his menu and read the first thing that he saw. "Uh, the crab cakes," He answered quickly, but then mentally kicked himself as Becky raised her eyebrows.

"Sweetie, you hate seafood," She said slowly, now feeling his forehead, "are you sure you're all right?"

Michael took this opportunity to leave, "Uh, you know what? I am feeling a little…ill. I'll just go back to the room, but the dinner is on me, so get whatever you want," Michael said standing up, smiling at Becky and her parents.

Becky nodded and stood up to kiss him goodbye. "See you later," She whispered in his ear. He smiled and nodded he started to walk off in the direction of the exit where he bumped into Lincoln who was coming in from drink down the pub "Hey! Little Bro!" Lincoln shouted when he saw Michael "How was the dinner with Future-in-Laws? He asked Michael.

Michael shrugged his shoulders. "Dunno I left them I was wasn't feeling well."

"Oh what's wrong with you?" Lincoln asked concerned

"Nothing to worry about, just got a bit of a headache, so I'm just going for a walk" Michael replied quickly so Lincoln would not worry about his "Illness"

"Ok then I'll see you later." Lincoln said as he headed off to elevator. "Oh say hi to Sara for me" Lincoln shouted over his shoulder.

Michael shook his head How did the hell did he know I going to see Sara?" Michael thought as he exited the building, hands in pockets, letting the breeze hit his face.

Michael started to walk off, he was lost in his own thoughts, before he soon realized he was standing in front of Sara's apartment building. He sighed as he looked up to her window, and saw her light was on. He was about to walk away, when suddenly Katie stepped out of the building. She paused and looked at Michael, but then suddenly smiled and pulled him aside.

"You, Mr. Scofield! Give me details because Miss-he's-getting-married-and-I'm-so-damn-stubborn, won't tell me anything. So what happened? All I know is that there was a kiss involved," She said smiling, wiggling her eyebrows.

Michael sighed, but smiled a bit at Katie's remarks. "It just sort of happened. I mean, I didn't plan it…or count it on happening…but…it just did," He said

Katie grinned. "Well, go talk to her," She said, pushing him into the inside of the building.

"What? Katie, oh come on," Michael said as Katie proceeded to push him up the staircase.

Katie gave him a big shove "Michael, I'm not letting the two most oblivious people on the planet blow their chances together." She said, now tugging him up onto her floor.

Michael let his head fall back as he finally arrived in front of her door. Katie knocked loudly,

Michael turned to Katie but before he could speak, Katie had already run down the stairs. "That wasn't nice!" Michael called down to Katie. As he turned back to the door, he saw Sara standing in it.

"Uh, hi," He began.

"What are you doing here, Michael?" Sara asked, moving away from the doorway and into the living room.

Michael cautiously followed her inside, shutting the door behind him. "Well, I wanted to apologize," He stated, looking at Sara who was standing with her back to him.

She snorted, but then turned around quickly, and looked him in the eyes. "You don't know what you want, Michael," She said with no emotion.

"What do you mean? I know what I want, I'm getting married," He said back, his eyebrows furrowing.

Sara searched his face. "No you don't."

"What do I want then, Sara?" Michael asked.

"I don't know, but you don't want to get married," She replied, still looking him in the eyes.

Michael looked at her questioningly. "What are you talking about? Of course I want to get married," He answered as she came closer to him.

"Then why did you kiss me?" She asked, now standing in front of him. Michael gulped; he hadn't expected this. When she received no answer, she backed away going to the window with her back turned to him

"You know, you're not making this any easier," Michael said, folding his arms at his chest.

Sara whipped around, staring at him. "Me? What do I have to do with it? Your fiancée is the one who came to me! You're the one who came waltzing back into my life, without having any contact or communication for the past Five years! Who knows Michael, maybe if you'd call me every once and awhile, then we wouldn't be dealing with this!" She exclaimed.

Michael looked up at the ceiling and laughed coldly before looking back at Sara. "I could've called? You could have too! Don't just blame this thing on me!" He shouted back.

"I didn't know where to start Michael! Because the last I heard of you was that you left Fox River after serving half of your sentence, and that was two years ago!" Sara shouted back, "And what are you really apologizing for? For kissing me? Leading me on? Being unfaithful to Becky? Which one is it? Or is it all of them?" She asked

angrily, her voice cracking terribly.

Michael sighed and gripped his hands on the back of a chair, looking at the ground. "For everything, Sara. But what I meant before, you weren't making it any easier on me…Because I had to see you as just a friend, something I hadn't done since Fox River. But it's not your fault, because you were simply just being you…Trying to do your job. I guess it was just hard, seeing you again…And in the most awkward situation," He replied quietly, not taking his gaze off the floor.

Sara's face softened at the tone of his voice. She gulped; she felt bad for talking to him in such a harsh tone moments before. She started to fiddle with her hands, hesitant

to answer. When she finally found her voice and courage, she started to speak. "I-it was hard s-seeing you again too," She said in a low voice, so low it was barely audible.

"I want to show you something Michael," Sara said after a few minutes silence, "Follow me." Sara walked into her bedroom.

Sara walked to her chest of drawers and pulled out a pink box and sat on the bed, and mentioned for Michael to sit.

"When I was eighteen the doctors said I could never have children, so imagine my surprise when I woke up after my overdose to find out not only you managed to escape from Fox River, but I was also six weeks pregnant" Michael nodded not understanding where this conversation was going.

"So I had two choices: to get rid of the baby or move away from Chicago and have the baby, and hope that I would never see the baby's father again. I didn't want to get rid of the baby, it probably would be my first and last chance of being a mother, so when I was 10 weeks pregnant I moved here to LA. I had a stress free pregnancy, it wasn't until got nearer to my due date I realize I hadn't felt the baby kick for a while, so I made a appointment to see the doctor, he did an ultrasound... The baby died." Sara said,trying her hardest not to cry. Michael reached out to hold Sara's hand but Sara pulled away.

"Due the fact I was near my due date I had to give birth to the baby, three hours later I gave birth a beautiful baby girl."

Sara who had tears running down her face pulled the lid of the pink box and got the things out of the box. A baby ID bracelet, a pink blanket, a card with the baby's hand and footprint and photo of Sara cuddling the baby. Sara handed it to Michael, he it took and whispered "She was really beautiful, she would had been an splitting image of you... But why are you showing you this to me Sara?" Michael asked softly

Sara picked up the pink blanket and stroked her thumb across the fabric. She finally looked at Michael, in a low voice, so low it was barely audible, "I had to give the baby a name."

Michael blinked and waited.

"Her name was Faith-Louise Scofield."

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