Summary: This one's short I know - but its sort of a transition chapter so just bear with me here. Basically just Michael's thoughts on what's all going oneand not going on. R&R svp.
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When Michael was allowed to go back out on the yard, the plan returned to normal, except they had about a week of time to make up for. They would need all the help they could get from Abruzzi and luckily he was onboard with the idea. Cell digging continued past the outer hall and on to the next wall, the one that sealed off the old drainage system. It had taken Michael a few tries to get the set up of the face on the wall, correct but he was sure it was right now, and finally he got to stay behind and keep watch while Sucre was inside doing the digging.
As far as Dr. Tancretti knowing about Lincoln being his brother, so far it hadn't made any problem in their plan, none that had surfaced yet that is. It did however prove to be a key in opening up his relationship with her, a fact he wasn't sure how he felt about yet. Her knowing about Lincoln, opened up a world of personal facts he didn't have to hide or lie about, and he could tell it eased her presence around him. He figured that anything personal he told her now, was justified because she was gaining more and more trust in him, and that was essential. The only thing he couldn't tell her of course, was about the plan, so whenever it was weighing heavy on his mind and she asked him about it, luckily now he could excuse it away as being sad about the imminent passing of his brother, his last living kin besides Linc's son.
If there was one thing he was glad of when it came to Sara's newfound knowledge about him, it was that she didn't pity him, instead she seemed to respect him more. This was a major bonus. Michael could try to deny that he had feelings for the doctor, but frankly there was nobody to deny this too but for the doctor herself. Nobody else knew about or took any interest in their relationship at all, this was probably a good thing, because if he got any special attention from her, there would likely be hell to payfor both of them. For now, he had to keep things low key. No matter what his heart was telling him (more like begging him) he had to focus on the plan, too much time had been lost already, he had to focus on the plan. Focus on the plan. Focus on the plan. But that darn doctor kept interfering with his thoughts