Okay, so first Prison Break fanfic! Hope it's good so far! This is just a short beginning to see if you guys like it and if you do then there will be much much more!

The story centers on Michael and Sara but will move on to other characters too if I keep writing which is up to you!

Standard disclaimer of course…oh and I take suggestions!

Warning! This contains some spoilers and things that I think may happen…it picks up after this past weeks episode, I think it was called "First Down"

"It was real Sara. You and me. It's real,"

His voice resonated in her head. Michael Scofield. He wasn't supposed to call, he wasn't supposed to sound worried and broken, he wasn't supposed to sound like he cared. He got what he wanted. He and Lincoln were out of jail and he didn't need to use her any longer. So why did he call? More importantly, why did her heart jump when she heard his voice?

Michael destroyed her life. She thought he was different, that maybe what they had was actually real, that maybe this time someone did care. Of course, she was wrong…right? Sara's head started to hurt as she hung up the phone and turned around. She couldn't think about this now, even though she was always thinking about it. In front of her was Lance. She thought she caught an odd expression on his face: determination? Anger? She wasn't sure but within a second he smiled at her, "Important call?"

"Actually, just the opposite," Sara knew that was a complete lie but that's what she had to tell herself. Plus, what would she say to this complete stranger, no, that was one of the most wanted men in America who I may possibly be in love with?

Wait a second, she stopped herself, love? Sara contemplated the word, and Michael. Being an addict you have to admit to certain things, this was just another one of those things. Yes, she was in love with Michael Scofield and she knew that was even more danger than her love of morphine. She hated him for what he did, the lying, the manipulation, and the complete fabrication of his feelings. But no matter how angry or upset she was she couldn't help but just hope that it wasn't all a lie, that maybe he actually fell in love with her too. Being a reasonable woman she had her guard up about this and had trouble believing it even when he said it, but being a woman in love she clung to the hope.

After Lincoln and Michael leave Nikka behind

Lincoln had noticed Michael's silence since he had walked off after hearing about the Doc, or in Michael's world, Sara. Linc knew Michael had set out to manipulate Sara and he also knew that his little brother had a way with charm when it came to women. He didn't foresee Michael falling in love in the process. The way Michael reacted to Bellick's news wasn't surprising to Lincoln though after studying his brother's voice and stature when around the doctor.

"What are you going to do Michael?" He knew his brother knew what he was talking about but he expected Michael to respond as if he was oblivious anyway.

"Do about what?" he sighed.

"About the Doc, I know you're thinking about it." Lincoln's eyes didn't leave the road because he knew he'd be met with Michael glaring at him.

"I ruined her life. I need to fix it. It's not about what I'm going to do; I already put that into motion. Now, well now it's up to her."

"Okay, then what does she need to do?" Lincoln was thrown off by the cryptic tone of Michael's voice.

Michael stared out the window of the beat up car into the empty land stretched out beside him; he paused, contemplating his answer, "She needs to trust me."

"Thank you for dinner Lance, it was unnecessary."

"Like I said, I was a jerk, I felt the need to rectify that image of me," he said with a smirk.

Sara nodded as the reached the steps of her apartment, "This is me."

They stopped walking and stood at the bottom of the steps for a minute. She smiled, as if to prompt him to say goodnight. He smiled back but wasn't as ready to end the evening. He needed to get himself inside Sara's apartment and he needed a clever way to do it. He glanced past her and saw a 24 hour grocery store. "Mind running one quick errand with me?" he asked.

She looked at him quizzically. "It will take no more than five minutes and I swear it's worth it," he said.

Sara was caught off-guard by his offer. She also didn't really feel like being alone. When she was alone all she thought about was him, his eyes, his kiss, his touch, just him. And that hurt more than anything. At least when she was with Lance she could at least put him in the back of her mind, mostly. But that phone call, why did he have to make that phone call?

"Where?" she countered.

"There," Lance pointed behind her. She looked confused and he just said, "Trust me."

There it was, those two words, they sent her into a spiral of memories of Michael Scofield. She recovered quickly, at least on the surface, mustered a small smile, and said, "Why not?"

Once they were in the store 'Lance' told Sara to stay at the front of the store while he got what he needed. Agent Kellerman wasn't given such a high position for no reason. He quickly gathered what he needed and looked down at what his basket contained; he smiled at his own quick thinking. He met Sara after paying and opened the bag to show her the contents. Inside was pre-made pie crust, blueberries, and everything else needed for the perfect blueberry pie, "Sara, if you'll let me, I'd like to end the evening by making you your own blueberry pie," she looked hesitant, "It's the least I can do and it will let me rest easy tonight…please?"

"I'm not the kind of woman to say no to blueberry pie," she managed even though in the back of her head she was wishing that the sincerity was coming from a different man, one with a certain tattooed torso.

"Excellent," Kellerman smiled wide, which Sara probably thought was happiness, which was actually more success.

"Trust you? Michael, what are you talking about?" Lincoln was used to dancing around his brother's unclear statements.

"The day we broke out, she left her bag in the room. I left her a crane, it had a message on it. Under it was another message, an encrypted one. So all she needs to do is figure it out." Michael spoke slowly as if it was difficult to even think about.

"What's the code and more importantly, will she understand it? Because I have to be honest with you Mike, I still don't get some of those crazy tattoos of yours."

"Yea, she'll get it. It's an ancient code that was used by the Spaniards when transmitting orders during war times, she just needs to trust me enough to listen to it."

Now Lincoln was even more confused, "Sorry brother, but how exactly will she understand that?"

"She studied it in college her junior and senior year," Michael responded automatically.

"Well, can't say you lack in your research skills."

"Yea, remind me to put that on my next job application," Michael replied sarcastically.

"Now, would that go before or after your ability to break out of a maximum security prison?" Lincoln glanced at his brother with a smile.

"I guess it depends on the job," Michael said with a small grin.

"I see your point," Lincoln knew this was where the conversation ended for now. He'd ask more about what the secret message said later. For now, his brother had to just think, as dangerous as that was. The mood was made as light as it could be at the moment and he managed to get a small smile from Michael so he decided instead to turn his eyes to the road, they had plenty of time to talk later…he hoped.

Okay…that's it for now! Tell me if you like it and I'll keep going…I plan on incorporating the other characters too if I continue it. But reviews are a must! So I know I'm updating for somebody hahaa thanks:-)