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Chapter 25

In an hour they were at the mall gathering the things they need to pull off their plan the next day. They met by the entrance all holding bags.

"Ok so everyone has a suit that fits, right?" Paul asked. Everyone nodded. "Alright. I bought 4 disposable phones and a few pairs of sunglasses. Do we need anything else?"

"Um, yeah," Michael replied hesitantly. "I'll be right back." And with that he was off. Sara heard the stressful tone in his voice and decided not to tag along. Michael veered around corner after corner before finally finding the store and walked in. The various fragrances engulfed his senses as he walked down an aisle before stopping at the end. He picked a few things up, and made his way to the register. The older cashier put the things through the scanner.

"Special occasion?" he pried.

"Uh, yeah. Just something I need to do."

"Alright. Have a nice day, sir." Michael nodded nervously, and walked out. "Uh, sir?" Michael turned around.

"I hope all's right.."

"Me too," he replied before continuing on.

"Did you get what you were looking for?" Lincoln asked Michael, who nodded and walked towards the car. Paul shrugged and both Paul and Lincoln followed behind him. Sara shook a thought from her head and caught up with them at the car.

"Everyone get a good night's rest. Tomorrow is a big day," Paul said. Everyone left for their room in silence. Lincoln sat by the window and peered out, as if hoping LJ would show up magically.

"I hope your ok LJ. If all goes well, we'll be reunited sooner then you think." He rubbed his hands over his face. If this didn't work, he didn't know how much options or even faith they had left.

Paul took out his gun and made sure it was loaded for the 9th time. He placed it down on the table, and buried his face in his hands.

"I'm fighting against what I've worked so hard to build for all these years. After all I've done for this country -- for Caroline. It shouldn't have come to this..."

Michael placed the white candle in the middle of the table and lit it with a match. The dark room started to glow from the soft light the candle provided. It shone across his stressed features as Sara watched his actions from the bed, quietly waiting to see what he'd do next.

"Bless me for I have sinned," he started. "Many lives have been lost in my selfish battle with fate." Michael continued whispering the prayer in the candle-lit room. She didn't know what to say. She wanted to tell him that he's wrong, that these lives weren't his responsibility, but Sara knew that she was wrong. It was his fault that so many people have been killed since the day he walked into Fox River. So many lives have been uprooted -- including her's -- by Michael's determination to free his brother from a fate he did not deserve. Standing up slowly so she didn't catch his attention, Sara made her way over to him, and placed a hand softly on his shoulder.

"Michael.." she managed to say. Looking up at her and noticing her tired and sad expression, Michael stood up and gazed at her.

"Because of me, many people are dead," he whispered, each word cutting through to his heart in devastating slowness.

"I've ruined lives, Sara." She didn't know how to respond, so she just grabbed onto him and held him tight.

"What if something happens tomorrow… what if something happens... to you…?"

"I don't care, Michael," Sara replied feeling a tear fall from her eye. "I don't care because I'll be with you if it happens." Michael pulled back to look at Sara in the eyes. "Even to my last breath Michael, I want to be with you more than anyone else, more than anything… if that means I'm in danger," she took a deep breath. "Then so be it."

"But what if one of us can't make it back." They couldn't bear to think of it. They didn't want to lose anyone, or each other.

"It's possible."

"I know," she replied quietly. "But we won't have to be alone." Michael smiled at her.

"That's right."

"Lincoln and Paul would take care of either of us." He held her soft hand in his and gazed at her with a serious look in his eyes. Sara looked questionably at him.

"What?"

"What.. do you think about.. being a mother, Sara?" he asked, anticipating one answer.

"A mini Scofield running around? I don't know, Michael. I can only handle so many people breaking out of jail around me," she replied with a laugh. Michael's smile quickly vanished. "I'm kidding," Sara grinned, and leaned in to kiss him. The kiss intensified as they frantically removed walls of seperation between their two bodies and explored each other with passion and lust.

"I love you so much Sara.." Michael whispered into her ear as they found the bed. Sara closed her eyes for a moment to savour that feeling.

"I love you more than life itself."