A/N: Hey guys! Sorry that this chapter hasn't gone up sooner...but I hope that the wait will be worth it =D. Enjoy =)

My damp feet left marks on Melanie's floor as I made my way back into her living room. Lincoln had his leg on propped up on the couch, and to my surprise Melanie was sitting next to him comfortably. I grinned at her and Michael came up behind me with a bag in his hands. He acted like he was going somewhere.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"We are going to get that car back," he stated.

We? As in, Michael and me? I was a little shocked that he would leave Lincoln here, but he must have trusted Melanie. I nodded my head at Michael and went to slip on my shoes. I had no idea why that old dirty car was so important to Michael, but he was not going to let it go until he got it back. I finished tying my shoes and moved over to Melanie. She just looked up at me with curious eyes.

"Are you ok to stay here with Linc?"

She gave me a soft smile and slowly nodded her head. I smiled at her and stepped up to stand by Michael. He reassured Melanie that we wouldn't be long, and I swore I saw her blush a little. Another girl fallen victim to the Michael Scofield charm. I rolled my eyes and pulled Michael out the door. I realized as we started walking across town, however, that I had absolutely no idea where his car was even at. It probably got towed back at that convience store, now we just had to figure out where they towed it too.

"There can't be too many tow places in town," I suggested.

Michael smiled and pointed up towards the sky. My gaze followed his fingers up to a billboard above the buildings that was advertising for a tow company not far from here. I sighed and we started walking down the sidewalk, and I just hoped that the tow place wasn't a far walk. I still wore out from running all night long. Even though the shower did me wonders, what I really needed was some good sleep. Maybe Michael would let us stay at Melanie's for just a night because her bed was incredibly comfortable.

"You smell like vanilla," Michael commented.

I smiled to myself and flipped my hair off of my shoulder. The comment made me think of that day back in Fox River when Tbag had mentioned my scent. God that felt like ages ago

"Better than lilacs."

We hurried across the street and I swore that a man that walked by us had to look at us twice because he thought he recognized us.

"Do you miss Tweener?" Michael asked.

I looked up at him surprised with his random question. To be honest, with everything that had happened at Melanie's, I had sort of forgot about him for a while. Now, I remembered the dream that I had while Michael was in the courthouse. I can't believe that I had married him, or that Tbag had married us, or that whole Mahone shooting me thing.

"Yea, I really do," I admitted. "I love him Michael."

I looked to Michael smiling, but he had a worried look on his face. Maybe he was feeling guilty about sending him away, or he was concerned about my feelings. Either way, I knew how I felt and I knew that I deeply missed and loved Tweener. I have never felt anything as strong as when I was around Tweener, other than my love for Melanie. When I met him something inside me finally felt complete, and now we were separated and something was missing again. I vowed to myself that I would do everything to get him back.

"Do you miss Sara?" I asked Michael.

He looked at me like he didn't know what I was talking about, but he couldn't fool me. He could deny it all he wanted, but I knew that his feelings for the doctor were genuine. Maybe at first it was all just an act, but as he spent more time with her I could see him changing, and he grew to care for her.

"I ruined her life Laney," he said.

"You didn't force her to leave the door unlocked, she made a choice Michael. To me she wouldn't have made that choice if she didn't care about you a little."

I thought I saw Michael smile a little, but he quickly hid it. I soon found out that we had pretty much made conversation our whole walk to the tow place, and were quickly coming up to the entrance fence. The main garage was in the back of the yard and I could hear some light rock music coming from the radio. Surrounding the garage, was tons of junky, old cars that probably no one would ever want back in their lives. I certainly didn't want to get Michael's car back, but he said he needed it so here we were. We both looked around to see if could just simply spot the car ourselves, but of course nothing is ever that easy. We were going to have to talk the guy that run this place.

We started moving towards the garage, and I thought I could hear some terrible singing to go along with that rock music, and I was doing my best to hide my smile. Michael stopped me right outside the door and gently took my hand leading to stare at him confused.

"I think we should pretend to be a couple," he stated.

I raised my eyebrow at him, but didn't let of his hand and instead laced my fingers through his for dramatic effect.

"If you wanted to hold my hand, all you had to do is ask."

He smiled and we entered the garage. The guy that must have been charge was standing there reading a magazine and looked up as we entered. Instantly his eyes went straight to me, and I could tell his eyes were roaming all over my body. Obviously this guy got no action working at this dump. I looked up to Michael who just grinned at me.

"Can I help you?" he asked Michael in a not so friendly tone.

"Yes, we are here to pick up a car," Michael stated obviously. We were in a towing place after all.

The guy turned his gaze back to me and I read that his name tag said Chuck. Somehow the name Chuck suited him, and I gave him my most flirtatious grin. I think he responded with what was supposed to be a sexy smirk, but I ended up just giggling at him. Trying to be as smooth as possible, Chuck was asking Michael about what car we were here for. Michael started rambling off the make and model, a bunch of stuff I had no clue about so I just stood there still smirking at Chuck. I was probably overselling it a little, but he was believing it. Chuck seemed to know what car we were referring to and grabbed a set of keys behind him.

He took us back outside and was muttering on about something I wasn't paying attention too. Michael and I were officially the worst couple ever because we forgot to hold hands on the way out, and were standing so far apart for each other, it looked like we almost hated each other. I really doubted that Chuck minded that though as he brought Michael's car around. It looked like the same piece of trash like the first time I laid eyes on it, but this time it looked worse. Both of the back windows were completely bashed in, and Michael looked as though he could bash Chuck's skull in.

"Here's your car sir," Chuck said like a smart ass.

Michael moved forward and smacked the car with his bare hand. The sound of him hitting the car made both Chuck and I jump.

"What happened to the car? There was something in here and now it's gone!" Michael snapped.

So that's what this whole ordeal is about. It wasn't the car necessarily that Michael was interested in, but whatever was inside.

"Look buddy we are not responsible for anything that happens to the car before it comes to us," Chuck snapped back.

I just stood there watching the two boys got back and forth back and forth, my head snapping in each direction of the conversation. Michael was absolutely fuming and I can count the number of times on one hand that I had seen him this upset. Chuck just didn't seem to give a shit and that only made matters worse. I had honestly had enough of the bickering.

"Michael darling," I said with a fake smile, "this is not dear Chuck's fault. Let's just go fill out the paperwork so we can leave."

They both looked over at me with surprised expressions. Michael probably because I was talking to him like he was my lover, and Chuck probably because I defending him in a flirty way. Nevertheless, they both agreed and we headed back to the garage like I suggested. Chuck had to dig around his disorganized desk a little before pulling out the correct form. Apparently, all Michael had to do was sign the form and we were home free. As soon as Michael picked up the pen, the phone started ringing. It was a very loud ring and I jumped when I heard it.

"Hello," he said winking at me.

I could hear a deep voice on the other line, but I couldn't make out what he was saying. Chuck got this weird look on his face.

"Uh…this is Chuck."

I looked over to Michael with a weird look, and he just shrugged his shoulders and signed the paper. I didn't see what he wrote down, but I hoped he didn't sign Michael Scofield down. That would be too easy to flag. Chuck looked back in our direction and for a moment I thought that he looked at us like he knew who we were. But that was impossible. There were no posters of us anywhere in the garage. He smiled in my direction and mouthed that his supervisor was on the phone, and then he turned his back to us. I looked at Michael again with raised eyebrows, and he was standing there with his hands on his hips clearly annoyed.

"Um, yes that's still here."

Michael and I both looked at each. There was something definitely funky going on with this conversation. The voice on the other end of the line was starting to talk louder almost to the point that he was shouting at Chuck. Michael put his finger to his lips and started moving closer to the desk. I stood absolutely still and even tried to quiet my breathing. Chuck was so engrossed in the yelling that he didn't even notice Michael grab the keys right from under him. Michael looked back to me and both started to slowly move out of the garage. We had just made it outside when Chuck looked back at us with wide eyes.

"He got the keys!" he shouted into the phone.

Michael and I both started sprinting to the car, and luckily for us Chuck didn't chase after us. I quickly climbed into the passenger seat, and I think Michael made record time in starting the car and getting us the hell out of that tow place. I was laughing as Chuck was still standing there holding the phone looking dumbfounded. We didn't look back as Michael speedily headed back to Melanie's.