Disclaimer: I do not own Michael Scofield, Lincoln Burrows, Sara Tancredi, LJ Burrows, Fernando Sucre, and I think that's about it. I have no affiliation with Prison Break or any of its contents! I don't own "Far Away" by Nickelback. I also do not own any contents of Episode 11: And then there were 7. I'm simply using it as a flash back only. Oh yeah and I also don't own Holiday Inn…do I own anything?

A/N: Hey Loyal readers, I hope you're into the book so far. I promise things will get better. After all, this is my first Fan Fiction EVER!

---------Holiday Inn outside of Chicago (5:28 p.m.) (Two days later)---------

Michael looked down at his watch to find it was 5:28 and he still had no place to stay for the night. He looked into the Buick's rearview mirror as he noticed the bags beginning to build up just underneath his eyes. His arms grew tired as he continued driving along the highway, passing every car he caught up to.

…I have to find somewhere to stop…but Sara…she would understand…come on Michael…

Scofield was wearing his usual khaki dress pants and a blue and white button up shirt that covered the majority of his tattoo. However this time he was wearing his blue baseball cap complete with his black trimmed glasses that made him appear smarter according to Burrows.

…Just stop at a hotel and rescue her later…she'll be just fine…but what about Burrows…?

The many questions running through Michael's head created a sharp pain between his sky blue eyes. He began rubbing his head, only to make the pain more intense. He noticed an old blue Holiday Inn at the side of the road. Quickly turning right, Michael began driving up the exit ramp and into the Holiday Inn parking lot. He put the car in park and took the keys out of the ignition. Scofield checked his hair in the side mirror and straightened his hat which was crooked. Placing the keys back into his pocket, he walked up to the hotel counter in the lobby.

"How may a I help you?" A young southern blonde asked Scofield as she leaned into the counter revealing her rose tattoo that was on her chest. She gave Michael a kinky smile and continued to stare at him.

"Yes, do you have any vacant rooms?" Michael asked trying to ignore the fact the young blonde was trying to seduce him.

…Focus…Just focus Michael…remember…Sara is waiting…hopefully…

"Yes we do…I'll need your name and number cutie. By the way my name is Jessica…but you can call me whatever you want…" She gave him a devilish look and giggling at the same time.

"My name…"

"Yes, your name darlin'"

"Right, my name is Tim Anderson…" Michael quickly said trying to hide the fact he was bluffing.

"Okay, Mr. Anderson…Don't I know you from somewhere?" She asked, entering his name into the computer.

"No, I doubt it…there are plenty of people who may have looked like me." Scofield answered, looking more towards the ground until he noticed there was a TV hanging in the corner of the room. Just then he realized it was the news and they were talking about the Fox River escapees.

"Could you excuse me for a moment, I wanted to hear this story. I can't believe they escaped." Jessica asked, turning her attention over to the small T.V. in the corner of the room.

"Wait, what did you say your number was?" Michael asked as he felt his heart began to race. "I was just wondering if you would want to go out sometime." He asked trying to get the young blonde's attention again.

"Well, first I'll need to finish filling out your information young man…then I'll finish…" She answered back, turning her chair around to face Michael again. Jessica began typing fast as she watched Michael out of the corner of her eye. "I'll need your driver's license or some sort of ID."

Michael looked down at his pocket when he finally realized he had no ID. He began looking through his pockets and found nothing. The heart in his chest began beating even faster than before. The wallet from his pocket was completely empty as was his other pockets.

"I must have left it in my police car…" He lied, placing his arms stacked on top of the desk in front of him, looking at the young blonde with eyes that could make any woman feel warm inside.

"Oh really, you're a cop?"

"Yeah, I am part of the 332 police department outside of Chicago…"

"You have got to be kidding me…my daddy works there…do you know him?" She asked, now becoming even more interested in their conversation. "He is the lieutenant. I'll have to ask him about you…" She giggled and continued to type.

"Oh yeah, I know him…he's a really great guy."

"Alright, well…here is your room key and if you need anything…you know where to find me." She handed Scofield a room key and gave him an innocent wink.

"Thanks." Scofield answered back receiving the key and making his way down the narrow gray hallway until he came upon his room number. He opened the door and all he could see was the remains of what once looked like a hotel. The bed was rather small but would be sufficient enough for him to use for the night. In the corner of the room was a closet-sized bathroom with a toilet and a small rickety sink. The entire room reminded him of Fox River, small and cold.

Through the walls of the hotel you could hear just about everything. Michael walked over to the edge of the bed and sat down with his head resting in his hands as he always did. On one side of the wall he heard a couple arguing over what to eat for dinner. The other side of the wall consisted of newlyweds listening to "Far Away" by Nickelback. His eyes slowly began to close as he began to have a flashback of Sara in the infirmary at Fox River.

"You've kept it" Michael pointed out, looking at the origami flower in the wooden shelving unit.

"Kept what?" Sara asked paying more attention to her clipboard than Michael.

"The flower." He answered, looking back into Sara's eyes.

"Well, I'm a pack rat, I never throw anything out." Sara said quickly glancing at Michael then back down at her clipboard.

"Yeah, all this clutter…it's a…overwhelming…" Scofield commented sarcastically.

"You should see my apartment." Sara added.

"Whoa, haven't even had our first date yet and you're already inviting me in…, thought you were a nice girl." He said looking at Sara with eyes that could pierce through steel.

"Oh Michael we all know nice girls finish last." Sara answered writing something on her clipboard.

"So where do you finish?" He says, lifting up his shirt to reveal his tattooed chest.

"It depends on where I start deep breath." She placed her stethoscope on his chest as she looked deep into his eyes.

Michael's eyes slowly opened as he tightens his fists with a bit of rage. He gently pulled down the sheets of his bed. His body lay back on the bed as he pulled the sheets up just so they covered the lower half of his body. He placed his hands on top of his chest as he looked up at the ceiling.

…Sara…

Scofield examined the ceiling as his eyes grew heavy and began to shut.

----------Next Morning at the Holiday Inn Hotel outside of Chicago (7:08 a.m.)---------

Sitting in his plaid boxers in the lonely hotel room corner, Michael sat with his hands against his head looking out the small cracked window beside the chair. He was in the middle of his breakfast which consisted of a small box of Lucky Charms and a cup of black coffee.

…Sara…

The thought of Sara made him feel vulnerable, incomplete and at the very same time brought joy to him. The satisfaction of knowing Sara was a mere twenty minutes away reassured him that he was risking his life for a good cause. Michael threw the small cereal box in a waste basket under the sink and washed his hands. In the mirror he noticed a scratch just above his ear. He ran his finger along the fresh cut and his face cringed.

Damn…what did I do there?

Just then, Michael heard a knock at the door. Scofield walked out into the main room of the hotel and slipped into his pants which were lying in middle of the floor. He peaked outside the window to see who it was and the only thing he could see was a skinny shadow. Michael slowly made his way back over to the door, unlocked it then opened it to see Jessica.

"Jessica?" Scofield questioned with one eyebrow raised.

"Where were you? I thought you were going to call for 'room service'?" She asked placing one finger at the edge of her ruby red lips.

"I got tired." He answered, wiping his eyes.

"Are you going to invite me in?" She asked innocently.

"Well, I was actually just about to leave." Michael answered back, picking his book bag up from the table and hooking it around his left shoulder.

"Oh, I'm sorry…"

"That's okay, I really must be going, and you know how work is sometimes…"

"Why don't I come with you, I actually need a ride to the city and you seem like just the gentleman to give a young lady like me a ride." Jessica said attempting to push Michael back into the hotel with one hand planted firmly on his chest.

"Listen Jessica, you seem like a really great person, but I'm going to be late for a doctor's appointment…I'm sorry."

"Okay, well here is my number." She slipped a small piece of paper inside Michael's front pocket and walked away.

Scofield watched Jessica as she made her way back into the lobby. He grabbed his hat and glasses and placed them back on his head. Michael turned out the hotel room lights and walked out to the parking lot then entered the Buick.

Okay Michael…you got away from crazy psycho Blondie…now all you need to do is call Sara.

For some reason calling Sara seemed to be the hardest for Michael. He escaped prison and got away from a crazy blonde but calling Sara was a whole different ball game. Michael reached for his cell phone from his front pocket and pulled out Jessica's phone number. He opened the paper and a vaguely familiar phone number was written down.

…Where do I know this phone number from…?

Michael began questioning himself as he looked throughout his cell phone address book. His eyebrows rose as he scrolled over Sara's number. He clicked the 'call' button and awaited someone to answer.

"Hello?" Sara answered in a very feint morning voice.

"It's me." Michael said wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"Michael?" She questioned as her voice became more normal.

"I need you to do something for me?" He asked, watching the rain come down on his windshield.

"What?"

"I need you Sara…"

"Michael, I don't' want anything to do with you…"

"Sara, don't do this to me." Scofield said as his fists grew tighter and the expression on his face grew unhappy.

"No…I can't…no Michael."

"Do you remember the origami rose?" Michael asked thinking back to the infirmary scene.

"Yes." She answered as her voice grew more silent as if she were crying.

"Sara, what we had was real. Every single minute was true." He rested his head on top of the steering wheel as the sweat from his forehead began to collect on the edges of the steering wheel.

"No Michael, don't say that…I have no affiliation you anymore Michael."

"That may be what your mind says but your hearts says different." Michael reassured her as he felt his own heart begin to melt.

"How would you know?" Doctor Tancredi asked, trying her best to hold back the tears that were beginning to build up in her eyes.

"Because I felt it too."

"…" She said nothing; all Michael could hear was the merely silent breathing of a petrified Sara.

"Sara, I love you."

"…"

"Please say something." Michael begged, trying anything in his power to fill the consistent awkward silence.

"Michael, I'm sorry…I can't…" Sara answered, closing her phone and throwing it onto a chair next to her.

Michael began to stare out the window as he slowly shut his phone and placed it in the seat next to him. His eyes grew a deep blue as he lifted up his head from the steering wheel and put the car into drive.

…I'm coming to get you…

---------End of Chapter----------------

A/N: Okay, I do realize that there is not much of a cliff hanger as usual and this chapter wasn't as "action packed" but to be honest I had to slow things up a bit. I hope you liked it anyway and I would of course appreciate any reviews smiles.