A/N : Hey people – thank you so much for all the reviews on the last chapter – keep it up, please! It made my day so much better.

Today is Friday the 13th. And yes, I am a bit superstitious. I really needed to write, to scare it all away. Writing daily is so amazingly great - it's like...ah. Relaxing.

A new character has come to life inside my head – You like?

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That night.

Michael

He had been applauded upon entering the A-wing again. Applauded, slapped on the back, and asked for favors. He just shook his head at them, careful not to piss off any inmates on his first day back. "They changed all the weaknesses." He told them. "The way out is gone." It was true, you know – they had changed all of the weaknesses. And this time, he'd stay put. Why would he run again?

His cellmate was okay. He was no Suces, but he was okay. He didn't utter a word. Not only to Michael, but to anyone. He shied away from anyone who came close to him and just shrugged off anything that was said to him. It was after his tenth time of trying to communicate with the man about five years his junior, that Michael found his purpose for the next six months – protecting again.

He closed his eyes tightly as he lay on the bunk, hoping that if he'd squeeze them shut tight enough, Sara would appear in his arms. He'd softly run his hand down her arm, making her shiver and allow goosebumps all over her skin. After that, he'd trail the path his hand had been following with his lips, and end up with his hand and mouth at the crook of her neck, making her purr with satisfaction and need. His mouth would move to her ear, and his hand would go around her waist, pulling her into him. Goodnight, Sara.

Sara

This bed is too large now, after he has been sleeping in it. There is this huge emptiness that can't be filled. Her hand smoothed the already neat sheets next to her, unwrinkeled because his body hadn't been lying there.

You'll see him tomorrow.

She wanted to see him tonight. To fall asleep in his arms and to awaken in them again. To wake up just because she could feel him staring at her while she was sleeping, making her blush, because she wasn't a sleeping beauty – oh no. Her friend had once taped her when they were 20, and uh – it wasn't pretty, people! But he didn't seem to mind.

Sara allowed one silent tear to escape down her cheek. Only one. That's all she had promised herself. So she wiped at it, and stared blankly into the darkness surrounding her. The shadows...there were so many...and ghosts. Images of them here together.. If she wanted to keep her promise, she needed to get out of there. Fast.

The padding of her two feet could be heard, resonating off the high walls, as she walked into the livingroom in her PJ's. That couch...She shook her head sadly. That couch...

The microwave beeped its way through the darkness, announcing the hot water was ready to be flavored. Camomille always made her fall into a deep, deep, deep deep sleep. It was just the thing for tonight. Lifting the lid to the box that held her remedy, she peered at the note inside. Get some sleep, Sara. I'm fine. Love you always – Michael. She took the note and rubbed it between her fingers, hearing his voice speaking the words to her inside his head. How is it that he always seemed to know what she needed, the moment she needed it? Sara smiled. Because he's Michael.

Settling down on that couch with a steaming cup of tea in her hands, she stared at the huge TV-screen. Homeward bound?

She grinned widely and pressed the play-button, not surprised in the least when she spotted Chance ripping blouses apart. He'd even thought of this, she realised.

He knew it all.

The next day

Michael

"COUNT!"

Michael hurried outside to stand next to his cellmate, who made sure no contact could be made between their bodies. He peered at him out of the corner of his eye, looking all skittish.

"Redford, Brown. ... Brooks, Heyman. ... Scott, Scofield. ..." The CO's head snapped up and Michael felt a great need to spit into his face. Bellick.

"Well, well, collegeboy, back so soon?"

Michael nodded politely, his anger boiling just below the surface. " Yes, Sir. You'll forgive me for not sending you a postcard, I ran out of time." His smirk almost went by unnoticed. Almost.

"Think you're funny – think I'll laugh?" Bellick bellowed. A/N : hehe, Bellick bellowed. "I'll laugh when I am through with you."

Scott touched Michael's arm briefly and glared at Bellick. The CO just shrugged and moved on to the next cell with a huff.

"Benson, Rivers. ..."

Michael turned to his cellmate. "So, Scott, right?"

He just shrugged and rolled his lips back into his mouth. "First name?"

Scott's head turned back. Ben he mouthed. Michael grinned. "Thanks. I'm Michael by the way."

Ben shook his head and smirked at Michael. I know, dufus.

And then it came. The moment he had been craving for the last twenty-nine hours, thirty-seven minutes and six seconds. Walking through the infirmary doors felt like a burden and a relief at the same time. This is from where he escaped with his brother. Guilt. But the relief won, because he knew who would be waiting for him behind those doors.

He'd see her again.

"Mr. Scofield." Katie touched his arm when he passed her by on his way to Sara. "Long time no see.." Her eyes held a hidden sparkle, one that explained a lot. It said Good to see you again, despite the circumstances and I know what you did last week all at the same time. He was glad to see her again, and had a nagging that she was a great factor in his whole relationship with Sara.

He thanked her with a nod of his head. "It's good to see you again, Katie."

She smiled. "Why thank you, Mr. Scofield. That's the sweetest thing that's been said to me aaaall morning! The doctor is waiting for you in room three."

He stepped into the direction of a door with a big 3 on it and smiled when he spotted her auburn hair through the glass window. His heart felt a little lighter.

She turned around and looked right at him.

... Make that a lot.

Sara

He walked in and her heart fluttered. "Mr. Scofield," she said softly, "sit down. – Thank you, officer." The CO walked out and left them alone inside the room, where there could not be kisses, could not be hugs, nor secret touches. She sighed.

"I can't believe we're here again."

His hand found hers, secretly carressing it under the tray of supplies. "I know. We won't be here for long though. Remember," he gave her hand a gently squeeze. "Six months is nothing compared to the time we'll be spending together outside these walls.."

She nodded. "I know. But still, Michael, I –"

"I know." He'd moved his head forward to kiss her, before drawing back again, sneaking a glance through the small window and pressing his lips to hers anyway. "I know."

She gasped. "You can't kiss me!"

He grinned. "I just did."

Sara playfully hit him. "You idiot." Taking out the needle (with vitamins this time) she positioned it at his arm and saw him flinch. "What's wrong?"

"I-" He ran his hand over his head insecurely.

"Michael?" Her huge eyes stared at him worriedly.

"I'm not a big friend of needles."

Sara laughed loudly and tilted her head to the side, letting her eyes travel over his tattoos before ones again boring into him.

"Wow. You don't say!"

So - that was it! Lemme know.

I've been listening to "Chinese Waterlily"music (instrumental, Zen-like). I highly recommend it!

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