"Oh, sweet lungs don't fail me now
Your burning has turned into fear
It drills me in my every step
I'm moving quick but you're always on my heels"

Reason to Believe - Dashboard Confessional

Sara felt an arm wrap around her waist and she smiled. The sunlight shone through the window casting them in an orange glow. She turned to Michael and her smile grew.

"Good morning, " he said pulling her closer to him.

"Hey," she returned softly. He kissed her and Sara found herself melting all over again.

"Do you have to work today?"

She shook her head. "What about you?"

"Nope."

Sara was amazed at how comfortable she felt with him. His hand was on the small of her back tracing small circles while her hands rested on his chest. She felts his eyes burning into her and she looked up to meet his gaze. His troubled expression worried her.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Michael said shaking his head. "It's just . . . last week I never thought I'd see you again and now here we are."

"It's a little strange, isn't it?"

"More like amazing."

Amazing. That seemed like the only word to describe it. She had spent so much time hating Michael she never let herself stop to think that maybe she actually loved him. In that moment looking into his eyes she knew it was the truth. She had told Michael that she couldn't wait for him, but that's exactly what she had done.

Something happened between them in Fox River. Sara knew it was something neither of them were looking for, but they couldn't ignore it. Even outside the walls they were drawn to each other. Fate worked in mysterious ways.

"What time is it?" Michael asked stifling a yawn.

"Almost nine," she said. "As much as I don't want to, we should probably get up."

"Yeah," he agreed. "I can make you breakfast."

"I thought you said you weren't a very good cook."

"I think I can handle pancakes."

Sara chuckled and watched as Michael got out of bed and retreated to the bathroom. She had a feeling today was going to be a very good day.

"I never knew LA was this beautiful."

"You can find beauty anywhere. You just have to know where to look."

Michael and Sara walked hand in hand down the unusually calm streets of Los Angeles. They had just finished dinner at one of her favorite restaurants and Michael was taking her to one of his favorite bakeries for dessert.

"What made you want to move here?"

"It was pretty much the only place I had gotten a job offer, but I moved here mostly because of Lincoln. LJ was accepted to UCLA and it only seemed right to have all of us together."

"Makes sense."

Then it hit her. Sara stopped suddenly which halted Michael.

"What?"

"How long has it been since your last shot? You've gone all day without insulin."

"Sara . . ."

Realization dawned on her and she took a step away from him. "You're not a diabetic."

Michael gently shook his head. He could see the wheels turning in her head as she put everything together.

"What else?" she asked as he looked at her quizzically. "What else did you lie to me about."

He paused for a long moment and Sara chuckled angrily. "Is the list really that long? Let's start with the burn. How did you really get that. And what about the riot? Was that part of your plan too?"

Sara watched him start to put his wall up and shut himself off from her life he had done so many times in the infirmary. The charm act was sure to follow. That's how he always tried to wriggle his way out of answering her questions.

Be the change you want to see in the world. From the first time they met he seemed to be able to see right through her. Tancredi like the Governor?

"You researched me?" Even as the words left her lips she didn't want tp believe them. "The quote, my father, you knew all of it?"

Michael looked down and she got her answer. Sara walked past him, but he caught her arm.

"Give me a chance to explain."

"Who are you?"

Sara was suddenly painfully aware that she had no idea who Michael Scofield was. Tears filled her eyes and she willed herself to keep them in. She would not let him see her cry. Sara jerked her arm away from his grasp and continued down the street and Michael made no move to follow her.