"I know I could say we're through
And tell myself I'm over you
But even if I made a vow
A promise not to miss you
Now and try to hide the truth inside
I fail cause I just can't live a lie."

I Just Can't Live A Lie - Carrie Underwood

Michael heard the door close behind him and he stopped. Seeing Sara was the last thing he expected and the last thing he needed. He had quit his job and was supposed to start his new one on Monday, but he knew if Sara walked through the door behind him he would give it all away.

Michael turned to face the door and waited for a moment longer. He had changed a lot over the past three months and he knew it wasn't for the better. The day Sara left he completely fell apart. All Michael wanted to do was explain and tell her he loved her, but she didn't want to hear it. After two weeks of trying he just gave up. The next day he started looking for a new job as far away from LA as possible. He was running from his problems, but Michael didn't care.

She's not coming, he thought. Still he couldn't tear himself away. Have a little faith. To his surprise the door opened, but it wasn't Sara. His friend James wandered out looking at him strangely.

"Hey, man. What's going on?"

"I just remembered that there is somewhere else I need to be," Michael said running a hand over his head.

"Is this more important than your goodbye dinner?"

"Kind of. I need to be in New York early in the morning to sign the papers for my apartment. Tell the guys goodbye for me."

James raised his eyebrow, but nodded. Michael took out his keys and headed for his car. This time he didn't look back.

Sara was frozen to her spot near the door. Michael Scofield had just walked out of her life and she let him. The voices around her faded and all she could focus on was that damn door. Maybe if she looked at it hard enough she could make it open and make him walk back through it.

What the hell are you doing, she asked herself. Don't just stand there. The world came crashing back and she took a step, then another. Before Sara knew it she was running out of the restaurant. David called her name, but she didn't pay attention. She had another man on her mind. The door burst open and she found herself face to face with a someone that wasn't Michael.

"Did you see a man walk out of here?" she asked. "Short hair, wearing a suit."

"Are you talking about Michael?"

"Yes! Do you know where he his?"

"I think he's on his way to New York."

Sara's heart sank. "What time? Which airport?"

"Sorry, but I've got no idea. Whatever you need him for, I think you're too late."

Tears filled her eyes and she shook her head. It was not going to end like this. Sara stopped a cab and climbed in. She was going to make this right.

It was nearly midnight by the time Sara reached Lincoln's house. She paid the cab driver and ran up to the house. She rang the doorbell, not caring who she woke up. After a minute she heard heavy footfalls coming toward the door. Lincoln opened the door looking half asleep.

"Where's Michael?"

"Sara? Wh-What's going on?"

"Where's Michael," she repeated a more forceful than she intended.

"I have no idea. I don't keep tabs on him."

"You should."

Lincoln sighed and opened the door wider motioning for Sara to come in. "Sit down. We need to talk."

Sara entered the house and continued to pace. Lincoln took a seat on the couch and watched her intently. She looked nervous. More nervous than he had ever seen.

"What's going on Doc?"

"I need to find Michael? I saw him earlier and I really need to talk to him."

"Why do you suddenly care?" Sara sent him a sharp look and he shook his head. "I'm sorry. It's just . . .Michael's sort of a touchy subject right now."

"Why?" Sara softened and took a seat next to him.

"Michael's changed since things with the two of you went south. Michael by no means has had an easy life, but I've never seen him more devastated than the night you left."

"Lincoln . . ."

"You don't need to explain it to me, but I owe him enough to explain it to you. A few months ago he told me he was moving to New York. I said I'd go with him and he said no. We got into a big fight and we haven't talked since."

Sara ran her fingers through her hair and let out a breath. She ruined their lives just as Michael ruined hers. If someone would have told her this would happen days after the overdose she might have taken some sort of pleasure in it, but now she just felt guilty. Probably the way Michael felt after the escape.

"I'm so sorry," she started. "Our past wasn't as easy to put behind us as I thought. I'm trying to make this better and I need your help."

"Anything."

"Do you know where exactly Michael was moving?"

"Some apartment in Manhattan."

"Well that's a start."

"What are you going to do?"

"Honestly, I don't know yet." But she hoped three little words would fix it all.