A/N : Again, totally didn't plan on them kissing this soon – but I promise you that the story isn't finished yet... There'll be lots of turns, and ... well, I don't want to make any promise, who knows when these fingers of mine start having a mind of their own again... I hope you like this chap, and please let me know, okay? Thanks to the reviewers- please keep on doing so. Rewarded with virual hugs and kisses.

Laura.

Michael

The feeling of her lips on his made a warm fire spread through his whole body. He honestly didn't know what had happened, much less why it had happened. But he did know that he could get lost in this moment forever.

She couldn't.

Hurriedly tearing her lips away from his, she blushed and her eyes started to dart around, resting on everything but on him. She sighed. "I'm sorry, Michael. That was just supposed to be a thank you."

He grinned. "Well, I have to say, that was quite a thank you note, Doctor."

Sara

Doctor. Yes, she thought. It had happened. The change in personalities, the reality setting back in. Doctor.

"Right...Right." she shook her head lighty and closed her eyes for a brief second, then stood up and smoothed the wrinkles out of her blouse. "Well, Michael...any way – thank you. Now, you were right before." Before I kissed you. "The Warden could drop by any minute, so I think I'll go do my rounds... I'll see you later today for your shot, yes?"

He mutely nodded.

"Good. Well, until then. Take care, and try not to get yourself into trouble." And then she just disappeared through the double doors and rushed over to the medical storageroom, leaning her head backwards into the wall and sinking down to the floor. A tear silently escaped. What was she doing? And what was he doing to her?

She'd always felt so in control of things – she liked it that way. Her past had taught her that if you don't save yourself, you can get into some serious trouble. She had made a job out of helping people, trying to save themselves from pain inside the prison. And she'd loved it. Taking care of people's problems made her forget about her own.

But then he came along. Michael, being so sweet to her...so nice and funny. He made her smile again and forget about the fact that he was in prison. Well, until he called her 'doctor'.

She couldn't do this. She just – couldn't. She wouldn't let herself spin out of control again.

Well, Sara. You have a doctor-woman to save.

Michael

Was this supposed to happen? That was just supposed to be a thank you. He shook his head. Thát was not just a thank you. And he wouldn't let it become one.

Right. How the hell do you plan on doing that? He shrugged. I'll figure something out.

Walking into the Yard, he immediately noticed Sucre coming towards him. "Yo, Mike." He nervously stated. "Where the hell were you, man...thought you'd gone inside again. Freaked me out, Papi." His eyes widened. "I did tell you about my family's stress-thing, right?"

Michael grinned. Leave it to his cellie... "It's okay, Sucre. I was...needed...somewhere last night."

"Where on God's earth could you be needed when you're locked up and behind bars, man?"he questioned. Michael avoided his eyes, that were slowly but surely turning to understanding. "It's the pretty doctorperson, isn't it?"

"Yeah." Well, Sucre knew about Sara. Had known for some time now, ever since he'd forced Michael to tell him what had gotten him zoning out every now and then. Mostly, the zoning took place after his daily shot. Sucre wasn't the smartest guy around, but he'd figured out pretty soon that it wasn't the insuline making Michael all ... er ... tied up in knots.

"What was wrong with her?" Sucre's eyes turned soft. He liked the doctor. Hadn't seen her often, but liked her. She was nice.

"I don't know...Anyway, she was crying, and I kind of – stayed the night...?" It was more of a question than a statement. He saw Sucre on the verge of fainting.

"You stayed the night?" He shook his head. "Ay, brother. Not good."

"It gets worse...well, worse, depending on how you look at it...Er – She kissed me." He uttered the statement with wonder in his voice, still dazzled and fuzzy, unclear about the why.

Sucre gasped and Michael snickered guiltily. "Yeah. Not good. But it sure as hell felt that way. Felt good."

Sara

It was 10: 54 a.m and in exactly 6 minutes and 23 seconds, Michael would be coming in for his shot. And she was scared. Terrified.

And very tempted to shove his case off to Katie. Whimp. She could always tell Katie her father had called her and she needed to leave to meet with him about the prisonhospital. No one knew the things her father had said to her the night before. It was a plausible excuse, right? Everyone knew her father to be a demanding man.

But he would know. Michael would know. She felt as if he could see right inside of her, read all the answers in her eyes. Those crystal orbs boring into her brown ones could see it all. But she feared that if he saw into her today, he would see the love. She wasn't ready to expose it yet, while it was flooding the surface. No. He could see it when she wasn't feeling this intensely for him. Only then.

"Katie?" Her nurse poked her head around the door and watched her boss/ best friend have a breakdown. Slowly, she walked over to her and let the good doctor lean her head against her chest.

"Oh, honey." She softly stroked her hair. "It's okay to love him."

Sara groaned. "That obvious?"

"No..." Katie answered slowly. "But it is to the people who really see the person you are. Listen, sweetheart – we've known eachother for some time now..."

"Three years..." Sara supplied.

"Yes. Three. And I would like to think that I know you. Now, I've seen the way you looked at people in the past. Your sleazy boyfriends," Sara poked her hard, "Tush, they were sleazy...but you liked them...God knows why, but you did. But Sara," she kept stroking Sara's head. "I have never seen you look at any of those men the way you look at Michael."

"I know." Sara softly whimpered. "I know."

"But.." her friend continued. "I haven't seen the way Michael looks at you many times either..."

Sara smiled a little. "Yeah?"

Katie squeezed her hand. "Yeah."

Rising from her chair, the doctor walked over to her and squeezed her tight. "Thank you. Thank you so much."

A knock on the door and Michael's head poking in made them break apart, Katie sweetly wiping a single fallen tear off of Sara's cheek. "Mr. Scofield," she stated. "Come in."

"And you –" she pointed at Sara. "Go home for the day. I can handle things." She winked at Sara and pressed a kiss to her temple. The doctor smiled a bit and walked over to the door, passing Michael on the way.

Sorry she mouthed at him, but he just tilted his head a little and his eyes crossed hers for a few brief seconds. He saw something in them, drifting on the surface. And he knew what it was.