Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with Prison Break. I do not own the following characters: Michael Scofield, Lincoln Burrows, LJ Burrows, Sara Tancredi or Fernando Sucre.

A/N: Okay, so chapter five didn't have a BIG cliff hanger but you never know what I have in store…lol. Hope you like chapter 6!

---------Chicago Recovery Center----Same day-----------

Sara looked across her hospital room as she sat in her recliner by the window as she always did in the evening. She was wearing her usual plaid pajama pants and white spaghetti strap tank top. Her hair was in a messy bun and the make up on her face was a complete mess. The eye liner around her eye was now slowly making its way down her cheek as was her dark black mascara. She held her legs up to her stomach and watched the rain outside the window as she thought about the previous phone call with Michael.

…Why couldn't I just tell him the truth…face it Sara…you're in love with him whether you like it or not. God, what am I saying? I don't fall in love, after all love is just a word used to express feelings between two people who share the same ideas and feelings. I couldn't be falling for a guy, who just happens to be a convict. Get real Sara, how dumb do you have to be? Oh, what am I saying? I'm hopelessly falling for one of the FBI's most wanted. That will sit well with my father, the governor of Illinois who just happens to be running for the vice presidency…

Thoughts poured into Sara's head as did the many feelings she had for Michael. She watched Heather as she walked over to Sara and handed her the usual cup of pills. Sara swallowed them fast and quickly drank a sip of water from her water bottle that was sitting right beside her.

"Is everything okay Ms. Tancredi? It seems that every time I enter your room, you look depressed." Heather said, handing Sara a tissue from the box beside her.

"No, I just…well…it's complicated."

"You do realize that you can always talk to me?" The nurse added, looking at Sara directly in the eyes as she folded her hand over Sara's.

"I know."

"Is it about your father? Or a guy?"

"Well, you see, there is this guy and no matter what I can't seem to get him out of my mind." Sara confessed, relieved that she told somebody after keeping it in for so long.

"What's his name?" The red headed nurse asked innocently.

"That's not really important." Sara responded.

"Okay, well, do you like him?"

"…It depends on the definition of 'like'."

"Well, do you have feelings for him?"

"I don't know."

"I think it would be best for you to go and get some sleep." Heather advised her patient, attempting to help Sara out of the chair.

"I will." Doctor Tancredi told the nurse, looking up at her with reassurance in her facial expressions.

"Okay, well…I'll be in a few hours to give you your second dose of medication…"

"Thanks Heather."

"Anytime Sara."

Sara watched Heather leave the room, as she focused more on the rain outside.

----------The Buick (5:48) --------------

The rain began to pound harder upon the car as Michael turned on the windshield wipers. In some aspects the rain reminded him of Sara. It was soothing like the touch of Sara's hands against his. The rain brought a sort of calmness as did the eyes of Sara when they looked into his. Relating Sara to the rain made Michael feel some what of a comfort to know that he still had a strong feeling for her in which no one could break, not even the god.

Michael noticed his pocket moving as he felt a rather feint vibrating feeling coming from his front pocket. He ventured down into his pocket to find his cell phone flashing and shaking his hand.

"Hello?" He answered in a raspy voice.

"It's Linc, listen, we have a change of plans." Linc informed his brother.

"What do you mean a change in plans? You're supposed to be in Utah…" Michael said raising his eyebrows as he tried to stay on the road.

"I know, but things have changed. I'm now in Mexico and I can't get back to Utah."

"What! How did you get to Mexico when I strictly said that you're to go to Utah?"

"It's a long story, I'll leave first thing in the morning…"

"Okay, but remember I need you there if everything is going to work out as planned." Michael confirmed with his brother as he rested his hands on the wheel and pushed his seat back a bit further.

"Alright, I'll see you in a couple days." Linc told his brother.

"Okay."

Michael hung up the phone and placed it back into his pocket. He placed one hand on the wheel and with the other hand he un-buttoned the top three buttons of his striped shirt exposing the tattoos on his chest. The look on Michael's face was a mix between happiness and confusion. His eyebrows were slightly slanted, almost to express a sort of anger.

Beside the Buick was a police car that seemed to be following him throughout the entire trip from the Holiday Inn to the city. The policeman was relatively young, dark-skinned, and had a well defined chiseled face. Michael glanced back over at the policeman who was now entering something into his computer system. Scofield attempted to drive closer but was unable to get close enough to read the screen.

…Damn…I hope he isn't…no…he wouldn't know…then again he is a policeman…

Scofield buttoned the rest of his shirt so that his tattoo was no longer visible. He placed his hat back upon his head, along with his black rimed glasses. The expression on his face looked rather content. His smile was impeccable, along with his eyes that had changed into a sky blue. The only thing missing was his brother, nephew and the woman he once loved and still had feelings for.

-------Puerto Vallarta, Mexico---------

"Dad, how much longer do we have on this trip? We've been driving for hours and I'm getting hungry. Please don't be like Uncle Michael…let a man eat…" LJ informed his father, looking outside the passenger window of the beat up truck, seeing nothing put rows of vegetables or the occasional tree.

"The beach house should be only about 10 more minutes, I think you can wait." Linc told his son, giving him a sly smile.

"Okay, but can we first stop somewhere and get a bite to eat?"

"I guess."

"It says on the map there is a famous pancake house not too far from here. Do you remember when I would come over to visit and we would eat blueberry pancakes together?" LJ asked his father in hopes that he would remember that very event.

"Of course I do LJ, I wouldn't forget a thing…so, and what do you say we stop for some blueberry pancakes for old time's sake." Linc asked LJ, pulling into a pancake house that was on the side of the old dirt road they were traveling on. LJ opened the entrance door as he watched his father enter the rather small pancake restaurant.

"Hi, welcome to Puerto Vallarta…How many will be joining us tonight?" The clerk behind the desk asked. She was a short brunette that was wearing her hair in a red clip that matched her uniform consisting of black pants and a red and white striped polo.

"There is just two, and we'll sit at the bar…" Lincoln informed the brunette as he began walking over to a bar stool and sat down.

"So dad, what will it be?" LJ asked, looking down at the small plastic menu in front of him.

"Hola, Como Estas?" A waitress asked not knowing that they didn't speak Spanish.

"What?" The young teen asked, looking up at the dark haired waitress.

"Oh, I'm sorry; I just figured you spoke Spanish since you're in Mexico. So, how are you guys doing?" She began to blush as she took out her pad and paper and began to record their ticket.

"That's okay; I'll have the blueberry pancakes and a glass of milk." Burrows informed the waitress as he watched her record his order on her small pad of paper.

"What would you like young man?"

"I'll have the same, except for the milk. I'd rather have the orange juice." LJ said, handing the menu to the waitress.

"Alright, I'll have your order up soon." She said, walking away from the bar area and entering the back kitchen.

"Hey dad, what was that phone call about earlier?" An innocent son asked his father, looking him straight into his father's eyes.

"Nothing." Lincoln informed his son, cringing at that very question.

"But I thought Uncle Michael called you? Weren't we supposed to go to Utah?"

"Yes, but plans changed."

"How could they change so rapidly?" The teen asked his dad, beginning to question why they were even in Mexico.

"Alright, here is what happened. My brother wanted us to go to Utah but someone knew we were going there, so we had to change our plans. Now, would you quit with the interrogation. If I wanted to be interrogated I would have stayed in Fox River." Burrows said, turning the page of the dessert menu in front of him.

"Ok." LJ answered, directing his attention to the waitress that was bringing out two platters of blueberry pancakes and setting them in front of the two gentlemen.

"Is there anything else I can get you guys?" The waitress asked politely.

"No." Linc said quickly, already digging into his plateful of blueberry pancakes.

----------Chicago Recovery Center---------

Sara looked out the window, as usual, admiring the small rain drops coming down from the clouds above. Her hands were shaking as was most of her body. She grabbed a blue and pink spotted blanket and covered herself as she sipped a nice hot cup of coffee. By the look on her face you could tell she had a lot on her mind. She was not smiling, not even a grin could be made out of her facial expression. Her eyes were pink from the many tears she cried.

…Sara…quit being stupid…he's gone…get over yourself…After all there are plenty more fish out in this vast ocean. Wait, what am I saying? Ocean, it's more like a river. There are only a few guys out there that are like Michael. He is so caring, kind, sweet, handsome, sincere, overwhelming…

The lonely brunette raised her up from the recliner and looked around the hospital room. She suddenly heard a feint noise coming from her bed. The covers slowly slid down her trim body as they fell to the ground. Sara walked over to her bed and looked underneath it. Nothing. She looked under the covers; the sound became louder until she realized it was her cell phone. Sara flipped her phone open to answer it.

"Hello?" Sara answered, sitting down on her hospital bed as she twirled the origami rose in between two fingers.

"It's me." Michael said, sitting outside of the Chicago hospital inside the Buick.

"Michael, I don't want to talk to you…"

"Please just hear me out, and then you can hang up…just listen to me…"

"…" Sara kept quiet as she awaited Michael to speak with her. She lay back onto her freshly made hospital bed, watching the rain drops fall from the edge of the window seal.

"I'm coming to get you tonight."

"No Michael!" The brunette yelled as she sat up from her bed.

"Just let me finish, Sara, I can't live without you. It's killing me to know that you're there…trapped…and knowing there is something I can do to fix it hurts even more. I'm going to meet you at your room window at 8:00. All I ask of you is to leave your light on…that's it…" Michael informed Sara as he ran his finger along the edges of the steering wheel.

Sara looked puzzled for a moment until she clicked her phone and placed it on the night stand beside her bed. She turned on her side, placed her hands along her side and cradled her head in the soft pillow below her. The tears rolling down her face covered the thin white sheets beneath her.

…Damn it Michael…

----------Beach house in Puerto Vallarta---------

Lincoln and LJ got out of the old red beat up pick up truck and walked up the narrow path to the door of their new home. It was a beach house located on the beach of sunny Puerto Vallarta. From the outside of the house it looked like an old Spanish cottage with two distinct floors. The door was white with orange trim as was the window panes. Burrows placed the key into door knob and unlocked the door. He slowly opened the door.

"Welcome home LJ." Linc told his son, opening the door wider so that LJ could enter also.

"Que Pasa?" A familiar voice shouted.

Lincoln looked around the living room area as well as the dining room and found nothing. LJ walked into the living room to find a tall Puerto Rican man sitting down on the white leather couch sipping a margarita.

"How are you guys doing?" Sucre asked, looking at LJ in the eyes.

"Who are you?" LJ asked, trying to get a closer look at the strange Puerto Rican on the couch.

"You must be LJ, I'm Fernando Sucre…I was your uncle's cell mate back at Fox River."

"Oh, well Uncle Michael isn't here…wait…how did you get in the house anyway?"

LJ looked at Sucre with very intense eyes, examining every single move of the Puerto Rican man. "So, how did you get in here?" The young teen asked as he began looking around the room for some sort of route or tool used by Fernando.

"What are you doing here?" Lincoln asked, confused as to why Sucre would be in their house.

-----------Outside of the Chicago State Hospital—(7:49) --------

The weather outside of the hospital was dreary. Rain was pouring down in all directions, making it harder for Scofield to look into the window of Sara's hospital room. He grabbed his navy blue blazer and placed it over his head as he walked up the side walk of the hospital. He looked in front of Sara's window and found a small bench across the window. Michael removed the sopping wet newspaper from the bench and sat down.

…Just turn your light on…just turn it on…that's all you have to do…

Scofield watched Sara as she passed the hospital room between the window and the light switch next to the door. By the look on her face you could tell that she was in a dilemma. Her eyes looked worried as was the expression of her face.

…Turn on the light Sara…just turn it on…

Michael looked down at his watch and saw it was 7:59. The look on his face grew more intense as he continued to watch her every move carefully. He watched Sara as she walked over to the doorway, looked back out the window and closed her eyes.

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

A/N: I hope y'all liked the new chapter. I know I enjoyed writing it a bit, although it isn't my favorite one considering I'm the author…lol. Well, please review! I do love a good review now and then…