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Lincoln walked into the apartment he now shared with his brother. It was far ways away from Mexico but they couldn't risk trying to leave the country or going back to their own place. They rented an apartment shortly after the escape and had been living there ever since.

"Hey," Michael said softly, getting off of the couch, "Did you.."

"Yeah, I gave it to her. I told her that you miss her." Lincoln saw a small smile creep onto his brother's face. "She said something about waiting, waiting for you. No matter how long." He shot a puzzled look his brother's way.

"The first letter," Michael explained, "I asked her to wait for me."

"Ahh, I see." Lincoln replied. Any other time he would have teased his brother about liking a girl, but this wasn't exactly 'any other time' and he could tell by the way Michael acted whenever her name was mentioned that Sara wasn't just any other girl to him.

Michael nodded, "Are you hungry? There's food in the kitchen." he told Lincoln.

"You cooked?" His brother exclaimed, Michael may be smart at a bunch of things but cooking wasn't exactly one of his fortes.

"Oh very funny Mr. Mailman," pointing to the delivery suit his brother was still wearing, "I ordered pizza."

"Pizza? Nice!" Lincoln ran to get himself a slice whilst trying to get the suit off at the same time.

Michael laughed as his brother got up from the floor after falling over a stool, usually Lincoln was the better athlete of the two but when a jumpsuit is around your legs it's very hard to run properly.

Two boxes of pizza and and a case of beer later Lincoln and Michael were crashed side by side on the sofa. Neither one of them heard the news report about how the police had found out exactly how six prisoners managed to escape from Fox River. A guard who has been excused from his regular duties and is now working on the case full time is thoroughly convinced that the mastermind behind the whole operation is former inmate Michael Scofield.

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She was scared, no, downright terrified. Most of these men haven't seen or touched a woman in years.

"Let's smoke the bitch out!" Sara looked over in time to see a flaming phone book land on the floor by the door. She moved closer and tried to extinguish the flames but suddenly an inmates hand grabbed her. She yelled and stabbed his hand and retreated back to the center of her office. Suddenly she felt another hand on her shoulder, frightened Sara quickly turned around and saw Michael reaching out to her from above.

Stunned at his sudden appearance she just looked at him, what in the world was he doing crawling around in the ceiling of her office?

"Grab my hand!" He told her holding his palm out to her.

Sara looked around the room, the smoke was think. She could hardly see the door anymore, but between a bunch of angry inmates or Michael Scofield emerging from her ceiling she's take Michael. She reached up and took his hand in his and he lifted her up beside him.

"I've got you," he looked at her with genuine concern, "are you alright?"

Sara just nodded, she was still thinking about what was happening down below. Her eyes moved up to look at Michael, was he going to try to hurt her?

"It's okay," he said as if reading her thoughts, "I'm not gonna hurt you. See these pipes? We're going to stay on them, they go through the wall and over the hallway and they're going to get us out of here. All you have to do is follow me. Okay?"

Sara studied him, he was a good guy and she trusted him.

"Okay." she nodded and they began crawling over the pipes. They rested once and ran into the sickbay inmates again but finally Sara was only one door away from safety.

"I can't leave you here!" she told him.

"You don't have a choice, I'm one of the bad guys remember?" Michael reminded her. She couldn't exactly take him with her into the yard.

"What are you going to do?" Sara asked him, she knew he was right.

"Go back to my cell, stay out of the way." he silently willed her to just go outside. She began to protest but suddenly saw a red dot hovering on Michael chest. The kind of dot from a sniper rifle.

"Micheal.." she slowly began, eyes fixed on the dot.

"What?" he followed he gaze and saw the dot, looking up he saw the men positioned on the roof on the far side of the yard. Quickly he made a decision, "You go out that door, I'll drop to the floor." he told her, he could hear people coming, he couldn't let anything to happen to Sara.

"They're sharpshooters Michael, they don't miss!" she whispered, after saving her from her burning office she couldn't let anything happen to Michael.

"That's why you c-" he was cut off. Sara saw a flash of red on his chest before he began to fall.

"MICHAEL!" She screamed and caught him before he hit the floor. Quickly she set him down and removed her medical coat and pressed it over his wound.

"Michael, Michael! C'mon." Sara looked up at the sound of the door opening. Instead of the medics she expected to be rushing in she saw only her father, the Warden and Captain Bellick.

"Sara? Are you hurt?" her father asked, bending down and taking her face in his hands.

"I'm fine!" She yelled, "Where the hell are the medics?" Michael looked down, the coat was already drenched in blood and more was on the floor.

"Medics?" Bellick asked. "Scofield don't need no medics. Besides they can't help him now, Doctor."

Warden Pope was glaring at him, "Get some paramedics." he told him.

"All due respect sir, but that shot was a kill shot, h-"

"I said, Get.Some.Paramedics." he slowly said each word. "Now!"

"Yes sir." Bellick replied after a short stare down.

"Sara did he hurt you?" her father asked again.

"No!" Sara yelled, "This man just risked his life to save me and you shot him!" she was crying now.

Before either man could respond to her words Michael spoke.

"Sara.." his voice was faint.

"Shh.." she told him, "Don't talk, save your strength."

"No, he's right. It was a kill shot." he told her.

She didn't know how to reply to that but by the amount of blood she knew he was probably right again. She moved closer to his face and touched his face, her tears landed on his cheek.

Michael reached up and wiped away the tears from her face.

"Sara..." he was struggling to talk and blood was coming out of his mouth, she knew that the next words he spoke would be his last.

"Sara...I...I...lo-"

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In her Chicago home, sixty-five miles away from Fox River Start Penitentiary, Sara Tancredi awoke.

Ooooh! Sara has a nightmare of Michael dying in the riot. Please review so I can write more, I have a great idea for the next chapter. I'll only tell you that Michael makes contact with Sara and an old enemy appears.