Michael Scofield glared into the bright morning sunlight. He hadn't slept well the night before, and didn't appreciate the growing list of complications whose footnotes were being added to his original master plan. His plan to break out of Fox River was complicated enough without adding ruthless felons, lost toes, and the fact that the more time he spent in the prison the more the chances of him and his brother making it out alive became virtually non-existent. He kicked a piece of rubble against the barbed wire fence that surrounded the prison, and sighed deeply.

"Tough morning?" a voice broke into his thoughts. He wasn't really one for smiles what with the circumstances surrounding him and his lack of sleep the previous night, but at the sound of that voice he couldn't help but grin.

"Nah, just enjoying the scenery," he replied, raising his eyes and looking into the hazel ones of Dr. Sara Tancredi, one of the prison's doctors.

She laughed, and at the sound of its musical lilt, he treated himself to a soft chuckle.

"Beautiful day for it,"

"Definitely. I think I'm going to get my camera and take some photographs. Care to pose?"

"Ohhh, I wish I could," Sara said glancing at her watch, "But I've got to run. I just stopped by because you looked so melancholy..."

"Sure, thanks for the company," Michael replied with another grin, but his stomach churned inside of him.

"No problem, I'll see you later."

As Sara turned and walked in the direction of the infirmary, Michael sighed again. Any other time, any other place... they would have been perfect for each other. But here he was, a convicted felon, trying to break his innocent brother out of prison, and here she was, clueless to how she was a crucial part in his plan.

"If she only knew," he said out loud.

"If who only knew?" asked Sucre, his cellmate, walking up to him.

"No one. How'd it go last night?" Michael asked, pushing all thought of Sara from his mind. This was business.

Sucre was silent for a moment. Finally he said, "It didn't."

"What?"

"It didn't, I'm sorry man," Sucre tried to explain, "Bellick and the guys were watching us way too tightly, we didn't have a chance to slip it to him."

Michael groaned, and his shoulders sagged. The "we" Sucre was talking about referred to him and John Abruzzi. He had sent them on a mission the night before to slip "it" (a set of plans) to "him" (Michael's brother Lincoln). The plans were to help Lincoln get out of his cell and meet them at the CO's break room, from which they were to begin their journey to Panama… somehow.

Michael had decided it would be better for him to stay away from Lincoln for a little while, the less people who knew about their relationship the better.

"Whatever," Michael said finally, "Just make sure you get it to him by the end of the day."

"Sure thing, boss," Sucre said and began walking away to find John.

Michael leaned against the fence and closed his eyes. The sun beat down upon his face, and he was just about to slide down the length of the fence to the ground to take a short cat nap, when a voice roused him from his reveries for a second time that morning. This time the voice was no where near as pleasant as Sara's, but its message made his heart flip in his chest.

"Scofield?" the voice asked.

"Yeah," he replied opening his eyes to behold Danny Caines , a new CO facing him. "I'm here to escort you to the infirmary."

Michael swallowed a grin, the new COs always talked straight from the book.

"Happy to be escorted," he said, following him.

Minutes later he arrived a t the infirmary for his daily dose of insulin… and heaven.

"Hey Doc, " he said, jumping up on her desk, "Long time no see."

"Hello Michael," Sara replied, warily eyeing the CO that was still standing by the door. Michael followed her gaze and hastily removed himself from her desk. Caines walked away shaking his head.

Michael didn't know what to do. He was stressed, he was scared and he didn't want anyone to know it. He looked at Sara. No, no he couldn't jeopardize the plan like that. She caught his eyes, and her breathing quickened as she read his look. No, he couldn't, he wouldn't… too late.

He took one step towards her, and covered her hands with his, placing them palm down onto the desk.

"Michael," she said, his name meant as a warning.

"Shhh," he said, his mouth so close to hers she could feel the heat from it on her lips.

Her heart beat faster than she had previously thought possible.

He couldn't do this… but he hadn't an ounce of self-control left.

He grazed his lips along hers gently, and as sparks coursed through his body, pressed his mouth against hers in a heated and passionate kiss.