A/N : Ah, Friday. I'd thought it would never come. What a week, full of deep thoughts and heavy workloads. But tonight, it ends!

And now you're living

For the weekend.

- Admiral Freebee.

I'm sorry about posting another small chappy, but I've gotta run again...This is not it for day - 5 thought...5b'll be up tomorrow. But please let me know what you think of the a-part? It sort of focuses on Michael/Ben and Michael/Lincoln. 5b'll be totally MiSa.

I can't believe the 124 reviews! You guys are the ones that keep me going. Love to you all.

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Will I stop the grieving
Will my future be blue
Will I be on the road to freedom
Wearing my new skin

- Admiral Freebee

Michael

Michael leaned against the phonebooth and sighed heavily, listening to the dialtone. Pick up... His eyes trailed towards the large gates. He'll be walking through them a free man this friday. Friday.

Sara has the weekends off, so they could disappear for days.

"Hello?"

"Linc! It's me, man!" Michael grinned at his brother's expression, that he could sense from miles away. "Don't look so surprised."

Lincoln chuckled. "You've never called me from that place before- how could I not be surprised?"

"Point taken. ... So how are you?" Michael skittishly looked around...where was Ben? Lincoln started chatting about Veronica and his son, about the things he wanted to do and the things ... well, you get the picture.

Michael had tuned out after the twentyfirst evening of the "Lincoln/Veronica reunion tour" and started panicking at the twentysecond. Ben?

"Linc...I gotta go. Something's up."

"Michael...Michael! Are you okay."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Bye." Hanging up abruptly, he strode over the grounds, his eyes frantically darting around, looking for his missing cellmate.

Ben, where are you?

He found him. Ben sat on the ground, rocking himself back and forth, clutching his head with one hand. Michael crouched down and worriedly looked at his cellmate.

"Ben?" A tremor shot through Ben, and his body shook. "Ben, it's Michael... Ok, you're going to feel my fingers on your wrist, now." He hesistantly locked his fingers around Ben's hand and distanced it from his head. A small wound was letting a trail of blood run down his face, but Ben had built a dam with his hand to stop the flow.

Michael gasped and clenched his fist. "Who did this."

Ben shook his head. No one. It's nothing. He made a small, forced smile appear on his face.

"Ben." The taller man growled, "Who."

It's nothing.

Michael stood up again, and pulled Ben with him. He looked through the many faces, expecting to see some glinsten with triumph. He didn't. Turning around, he gave his cellmate a stern look. We'll talk about this later.

Ben shook his head in disbelief. Stubborn.

"Right now," Michael continued. "You're going to see Sara again."

Ben beamed. Good! She can kiss it all better.

His cellmate clenched his teeth. "Watch it."

And as he watched his cellmate disappear with one of the CO's, he gazed up into the sky, swearing it became bluer by the day.

The next day

"Scofield, you have a visitor."

"Linc!" Michael hugged his big brother tightly. "Why are you here?"

"Why am I – why am I...?!" Lincoln exclaimed loudly. "Mike, you hang up on me yesterday, talking about how something's wrong, and you don't expect me to go out of my mind with worry? I mean, jeez Mike!"

Michael looked at a blank spot on the ground, ashamed. He'd forgotten about Lincoln. "I'm sorry."

A sigh escaped. "Yeah, well. What's done is done. Now what happened?"

"Someone hurt Ben."

Lincoln

Lincoln squared his shoulders, remembering how things were in prison, and how they affected Michael. Especially where someone he cared about was concerned. Sara'd told him how close the two had become, and Lincoln was both scared and happy that someone was out there with his little brother, doing everything he could to keep him safe.

"Linc, I worry about him." He nodded. "Can you ask Veronica to look into his case? There's gotta be something we can nail 'em for."

"Will do, Mike. Don't worry about it. Vee'll get it done." A smile appeared on his face when he remembered his girl. Soon to be fiancé, if he had anything to say about it. Which reminded him... "How's Sara today? "

Michael shrugged sadly. "Don't know. Haven't gotten my shot yet." His eyes showed his longing for her, and Lincoln grinned.

"Oh boy – you've got it bad."

"Yeah..." he nodded in a cloud of dorkiness. "I do."

" VISITATION OVER. ALL PRISONERS RETURN TO THEIR CELLS!"

"I might just pop by to see how she's doing. Haven't talked to her in two days."

Michaels smiled. "I'm sure she'll love that. Tell her I missed her this morning, will you."

Lincoln made a face. "Tell her yourself!"

Need to go...5 minutes...Running...out...of...time...

Sjeesh. Hope y'all appreciate this! LOL

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