Disclaimer: Don't own Prison Break or it's characters.

Not Missing

Michael didn't want to think the worst, he had other things on his mind. The escape plan was still very much the main thing on his mind. When he heard of Emily's disappreance, however, Michael just wanted to get out and find her. The main reason he got himself into Fox River was to save his brother Lincoln, not become attached to a pen pal like Emily. Michael just sat inside his cell until one of the guards came up to him.

" Scofield," he said, " You have a visitor."

Michael wasn't expecting anyone and he wondered who it could be as he was lead to the vistors room.

" You better hurry," the officer said, " Visiting hours are almost over."

Michael looked and then he saw her and it made him feel better because it was Emily. He sat down when he got up to the table.

" You're here," Michael said, " Where have you been?"

" The same place I was before," Emily answered, " In Ann Arbor."

" I heard that you were missing," Michael said.

Emily sat back a little and stared at him, " How did you hear about that?" Emily asked.

" I have my sources," Michael answered.

" I see," Emily said, " So do I. I found out why you are in here. Armed robbery?"

" So," Michael said looking at her.

" You scare me now," Emily admitted, " I usually don't let the past haunt me, afterall you can't change it. Do you wish you could change the past?"

Michael knew the answer to that, if he could he wouldn't be in prison and neither would his brother.

" I guess by your silence you don't want to answer," Emily said, " I wish my parents didn't file that missing persons report. They knew where I was."

Michael looked away from her, but then he looked back.

" Why do I scare you?" Michael asked.

" Because I was there," Emily said, " The bank you came into. I remember you. I saw you."

Michael now understood what she was saying, " I can't change it," Michael said, " I wish I could."

Emily shyly smiled at him, " Why did you do it?" Emily asked.

" It's complicated," Michael answered.

" Do you want to be in here?" Emily asked.

" None of us do," Michael answered, " But sometimes you can't get by it."

The they heard a voice overhead:

Visiting hours are now over.

Emily stared at the ceiling:

" You have lousy timing," Emily said laughing.

Michael smiled and laughed with her.

" Does this mean you won't write back?" Michael asked.

" No," Emily said, " I don't want to judge you. I'm still getting to know you. I have so much more to say."

" Then write it all down," Michael said.

" Times up," a guard said coming up to them.

" Sorry," Emily said getting up, " I guess we'll be in touch."

Emily then walked away and it gave Michael some happy news for a change.

" Why did your parents say you were missing?" he thought.

The answer came sooner then he thought in a letter he received the next day.

Michael,

You may get this before or after, I am coming to visit just to let you know I am okay. My parents filed a missing persons report to make me stay away from you.They discovered who I was writing to and was not happy with it, especially my dad. I tried to explain to them that they can't control my life anymore. I live on my own, I pay my own way ( okay so it's hard), but they can't tell me who to be friends with. I guess they still need to protect me, I am the youngest of three. It's nice that they still want to protect me, but I have my own life to live.

I finally got to a poem for you. It may not make sense, but these words just came into my head. Let me know what you think.

Staring at the walls

waiting for the call.

Call is over, now is the time to run

even if it's not all fun.

Putting up a fight, staying in the light.

Doing what you can, staying with a plan.

Not giving up hope, even through jokes.

No time to play, time to save the day.

Searching for the answers, even if they are not there.

Wanting, waiting, hoping through many stages.

Not giving up hope, again and again.

Need to be free and to clearly see.

Life is full of obstacles, but they doesn't mean to simply stop.

Someday, somehow, you're on top. On top of the world.

Okay so the poem may sound stupid, but what do you think? It's not the best thing I've written, but a promise is a promise.

There are words I hear everday and it does stay with me: Just have a little faith, faith in yourself that is.

Emily

The poem seemed to hit Michael hard, for those were the thoughts on his mind at times, having a plan and sticking to it, not giving up until it was complete. Then Michael looked at the last line at the bottom of the page.

P.S.

"Just because you make a few mistakes, doesn't mean you have to give up. Mistakes happen, afterall nobody is perfect."

A/N Sorry if this sucks. I couldn't get this out of my head. Let me know what you think?