Author's Note: Well, I've searched and I've searched and I can't seem to find the ages of any of the characters on the show. So, just for the hell of it, I'll make Michael in his late twenties and Lincoln in his early to mid thirties. If you do happen to know how old they really are please feel free to email me at

Summary: Michael's attempts at freeing his beloved brother finally avail but not according to plan. They're both out but with no transportation and no place to go. Now the FBI is close behind and Michael decides there is only one place they can seek safety. "We have to go home."

Chapter One

He had no idea it would be this difficult well, that wouldn't be completely true. He knew breaking out would be challenging but that wasn't the problem now. He had gotten himself out, along with his brother. But the plans had failed. There was no plane-- no safe house and now they were stuck in the middle of some petty-ass town in the dead of night.

They walked wordlessly down the darkened and deserted alleyways not quite sure of where there next turn would take them. All they knew was that they had to stay out of sight. Every cop in the country knew within the hour that Lincoln Burrows had escaped and all of them wanted the more than flattering reward.

Michael knew it would be just a matter of time until they were caught if they didn't find a place to go-- a place to hide away until Victoria could clear Lincoln's name. But the options were slim basically non-existent.

"We're on 1st and 1st." Lincoln stated, stopping to catch his breath, "How the hell can the same street intersect itself?"

"Looks like we've finally made it to the end of the earth. I've been telling you since I was ten that we'd find it."

"Very funny."

"Thank you."

"Stop joking around; we have to come up with a plan!" Lincoln half-yelled through the vacant street, "I'd probably would have been better off taking my chances in prison." He regretted that statement as soon as it left his mouth. "Michael…I didn't mean that…"

And for a second Michael was speechless. The words had hurt but he knew they were spoken in frustration. He took a seat on a darkened curb and put his face in his hands.

"Mike, this isn't going to work." Lincoln grimaced from the other side of the street, "I'll turn my self in. They'll call off the search and you can go on living your life."

Michael was on his feet in a second and standing face to face with his brother, "I didn't just break you out for me." Tears stung his eyes, "You're innocent. You shouldn't have to die for something you didn't do."

And then it went silent again. They both knew they were in it for the long haul. They were going to keep running and hiding until the problems were solved or until they were caught.

"We have to go home." Michael sighed, looking into the darkness. Lincoln furrowed his brow but then his confusion cleared.

"Hailey…" He muttered.

It's not like either of them had forgotten her. They never could. She was the daughter of their late mother's best friend. Lincoln had been 17 when her parents had passed away. She had been only 7. Her grandmother had taken her in but that wasn't a stable parental figure for a little girl. So, Lincoln took her under his wing. Him, Michael and her were like a small, and somewhat, dysfunctional family. But with the lack of her parental guidance and the constant drug problems with his own parents it was surreally comforting to have a loving group to come home to.

And through all the constant battles, she stuck by Lincoln. When he got thrown out of school time and time again, she would always seem to smile up at him and look past it. She seemed to love him no matter how badly he'd screw up.

But Lincoln had made some rather bad choices during his adolescence landing himself in jail more than a few times. And during those few weeks or months, Michael would care for Hailey. He was more careful and stern than his brother but it showed that he really cared. His fights on the school yard were usually started in her defense. He never backed out of a fight when it was to protect her.

Around his senior year had been the worst. She had been only 13 and in the 7th grade but was much more 'developed' than most girls her age. And at the end of the day when she would walk over to meet Michael at the High School the Varsity Football Team would get a glance at her. The whistles and shouts drove Michael crazy. But Hailey didn't seem to mind. She would just take his hand and tug him away, trying to prevent another person she loved from getting taken away from her.

And over the years Lincoln and Michael watched her transform into a beautiful young woman. And they were proud. She was smart and caring, qualities that most girls wouldn't have if they had lost their parents at such a young and tender age.

"How did you break the news to her?" Lincoln finally asked, breaking the silence.

"What news?"

"The plan about robbing the bank and getting yourself locked up to break me out. I'm pretty sure she was too happy about it."

Michael avoided eye contact with his brother and started walking further down the street, "If we want to get home we have to catch a bus further in town. That should get us there around five."

"Michael…" Lincoln jogged up behind his brother, "What's going on?"

"Nothing."

"What did Hailey say about your plan?"

"Not much."

"What? That doesn't sound like her. I'm surprise she didn't try and sit on you so you couldn't leave." Lincoln laughed, picturing it was something that she would actually try and do, "So really, what did she say-- I'm sure it was mouthful."

"Well, it probably would have been-- if I would have told her."

I almost have Chapter Two Finished so it'll be updated soon. Please review