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This can't be happening. They had made it all the way to the maintenance room under the infirmary, Lincoln is right above them. Someone had seen the hole and reported it so now there was a thicker pipe replacing it. And now, T-Bag has a shank pulled on Michael, threatening his life "Unless you're going to use that shank to take out the pipe, put it away." Michael tells him, rubbing his face in frustration.
"I'll put in your neck if you don't get us out a here." T-Bag threatens and Sucre steps in front of Michael.
"Bring if down a peg, T-Bag."
"Shut your mouth! Remember Pretty, I'm serving life plus one so if I get busted for attempted escape, I'm gonna throw in a homicide no problem, that's like a parking ticket to me!" Michael rolls his eyes at the threat, he has more important things to worry about; he's failed his brother, there won't be another chance before the execution date, he's failed Sara and the baby. Before he can sink deeper into these thoughts, they all hear the unmistakable jingle of a guards keys heading right to them.
Sara lies in bed, thinking. Did they get out? Did it go according to plan? What would she be walking into at work tomorrow? When would she see Michael again? She rests her hand on her flat stomach, finding calm in the surprise miracle she is carrying. She smiles as her thoughts turn to her baby, she was excited when she had seen the results of the tests, shocked and scared of course, but unmistakably happy. She was ecstatic when Michael felt the same way; she only hopes he will be well and truly out of trouble before she has the baby. She knows there is a slim chance he'll even see her throughout her pregnancy but she understands why. She falls asleep with her hand still resting on her stomach, silently praying that everything works out, dreaming of the day her and Michael are free to be together.
Sara's heart drops when she pulls into the parking lot at work the next morning. No Police or FBI, no frantic searches, nothing playing on the radio about an escape. They didn't get out. She heads to the infirmary door and walks over to check her schedule, "Morning Katie."
"Morning, just your regulars today Sara, unless another fight breaks out; I haven't let Lincoln Burrows go back to his cell yet, I thought you would like to check him once more and give him the all clear?" Sara looks into the exam room, Lincoln is laying on the gurney, and it looks as if he hasn't slept at all.
"Thanks Katie," Sara enters the exam room, "Morning, Mr. Burrows. How are you feeling today?"
"Morning Doc, I'm okay." Sara moves her seat next to the gurney and looks at his chart, buying time, not really knowing what to say, has Michael said anything to him? Does Lincoln know that I know the plan? "What's wrong Doc?" She looks up at Lincoln, realizing she's frowning.
"Nothing wrong," She smiles at him but he looks suspicious, just say something Sara. "I didn't think you would still be here when I got to work this morning." She says softly, she hears him take a sharp breath and he visibly pales but he recovers quickly and jokes, "Why do you say that? Nurse Katie wasn't letting me go anywhere." They share a brief smile before she continues, "No, that's not what I mean." She looks around quickly, making sure no one is in ear shot, "Michael told me everything, and I have to say, I'm actually quite devastated it didn't work." Lincoln looks at her, confused and nervous, without thinking she continues, "It would have been nice to spend some time together outside of this room." She blushes lightly.
"What do you mean? What do you two get up to in here?" He means it purely as a joke but when her blush deepens he gawks at her, "Are you serious?!" He exclaims and she shushes him, they both look nervously at the door, when it appears no one heard him he continues, "Good for you guys, Michael needs to loosen up a bit." He smirks and Sara chokes back a laugh.
"You're not mad?" Sara asks quietly.
"Doc, there's no reason for me to be mad. Michael isn't me, he isn't reckless or stupid and he certainly doesn't trust easily. The fact that he has told you everything says a lot about how he feels about you," Sara blushes slightly, "Although, I must say, I wasn't quite expecting him to get, uh, that close to you." He chuckles as she looks at him, horrified.
"Thanks Lincoln, that means a lot to me and I know it will mean even more to Michael," She lowers her voice slightly, "and just so you know, I'll do anything I can to help you."
"Thank you Doc, you have no idea what that means to me."
"Alright, let's get you cleared so you can get out of here." She stands up and a wave of nausea hits her, she sways, holding onto the edge of the gurney and clutching her stomach, taking deep breaths.
"Whoa, Sara, are you okay?" Lincoln asked, petrified, "Should I call someone to help?"
"No, no I'm fine." She answers, shaking her head slightly.
"You don't look fine."
"Trust me Lincoln, I'm okay. I just stood up too quickly." He looks like he's about to argue with her but decides against it, opting to nods his head instead.