Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with Prison Break. I do not own the following characters: Michael Scofield, Lincoln Burrows, LJ Burrows, Fernando Sucre, John Abruzzi or Sara Tancredi. I have no affiliation with any of the producers of Prison Break.

A/N: Alright, I'm on chapter 7 already, seems like it's been a very short amount of time. Does this mean I have no life but to write fan fiction? LOL, I doubt it…looks innocent…

---------Chicago State Hospital—(Same night) ----------

Sara looked over at the clock and watched the little hand slowly make its way over to the eight. She glanced over at the light switch and closed her eyes as she slowly flipped it on. Out of no where her cell phone began to vibrate on top of the night stand. Her heart began to beat faster as she walked over to the phone and answered it.

"Hello?" Sara answered in a groggy voice as if she just got out of bed.

"Sara." Michael said softly, as he rose up from the bench and slowly walked toward the hospital window.

"Where are you Michael?" She asked while her fingers became sweaty. Sara wrapped her arms around her body as she swiftly walked over to her usual recliner and began rocking herself back and forth.

"I need you to do something for me…" He began, slowly crouching down under the window seal so that he couldn't be seen from the parking lot. "I need you to casually look out the window…"

"Why?" Doctor Tancredi asked looking around the white hospital room.

…What is going on? Don't trust him Sara, he is a convict. That should be a sufficient reason not to trust the guy. He screwed you over once, what makes it any different now…?

"So I can get you out of here." Michael responded, leaning more toward the building as he watched a person walk by with a young girl.

"How do I know that I can trust you again?"

"…because you love me…"

Sara gazed at the rose in the corner of the room. Even though the thought of Michael brought great warmth to her, she still had a feeling holding her back. She ran her fingers through her hair and placed her right hand on top of her forehead.

"Sara, I almost lost you once and I'll never let that happen again as long as I live…I realize I've been a jerk in the past but what we have is real. Sara, I care more about you than I care for myself. You mean more to me than life itself…"

Michael glanced just above the window pane to find Sara struggling to respond. The veins in Sara's head began to appear as the intensity grew even harder to cope with. He placed one hand against the window as he watched Sara look at his single hand. The brunette slowly placed her right hand over his as she stared deep into his crystal blue eyes. The chemistry between them grew stronger as the steam from the rain increased so that the window grew harder to see out of.

"Michael, why did you have to pick me?" She asked removing her hand from the window and now concentrating on the conversation between herself and Michael.

"It was fate…" Michael responded removing his own hand from the window and crawling back under the window so that he was now in complete darkness. "Sara, all I need you to do is grab my hand and you'll be free and away from this hell."

"I can't just get up and leave…I just can't Michael…I'm not strong like you. I can't just get up and leave like that." Sara admitted, wiping the single tear off of her face. "Just go on and leave before someone sees you."

"I told you, I'm not leaving you behind…just grab my hand Sara…" Michael begged Sara while he reached his right hand near the window in hopes Sara would open the window. "All you need to do is open the window and I'll help you out so we can escape."

Sara glanced back at the clock then over to Michael's hand. She gently rose up from the chair and opened the window so that nobody could hear the feint squeaking noise that was coming from the window. Michael looked up at Sara and smiled as he reached for her hand.

"Okay, take it easy, watch the rock just below you…" Michael informed Sara as he grabbed her arm with his right hand and her waist with his other hand.

-----------The beach house in Puerto Vallarta-----------

"Sucre, what are you doing here?" Linc asked with his eyebrows raised toward Fernando who was continuing to sip his margarita.

"Dude, calm down muchacho, I was just looking for Michael. It turns out the love of my life left me for my own cousin bro." Sucre admitted, pouring a small shot of whiskey into his margarita glass.

"Okay, but Michael isn't here…" Burrows informed Sucre, grabbing a glass from the bar and pouring a small shot of whiskey. "How did you get in here without the key?"

"Don't worry about it, where is Michael?" Fernando asked, setting his glass on the coffee table and turning his head so that he was merely face to face with Burrows.

"He's in Chicago!" LJ exclaimed as Lincoln smacked him upside the head. "What was that for?" The young teen asked, rubbing the back of his curly haired head.

"What is he doing there? Doesn't he realize the cops are still after us? I heard that Abruzzi was killed in a major hotel shooting. Who knows will be next in this crazy chase?"

"Yes, but he is on an important business trip just outside of Chicago and won't be back for a couple days." Linc informed Sucre, pouring another glass of Jim Beam. LJ turned to look at his father and shook his head at the sight of the alcohol consumption of his father. "What is it LJ, I'm 21…" He responded, taking another large gulp of Jim Beam.

"I know dad…" LJ glanced at his father once more and rose up from the couch, grabbing his book bag and walking up the stairs into his room. He looked around the entire second floor of the beach house in search of his room until he stumbled across a rather small room located next to two master bedrooms. In the room was a small full size bed with a blue and green comforter and a single feather pillow. The other wall consisted of a small dresser packed with many different clothes in his size.

…home…I guess this will be my home for the remainder time of my life…in Mexico…knowing nobody…living in secret…

LJ sat his worn book bag on an office chair in the corner of his newly found room. From the small bedroom you could hear every voice and sound from everywhere in the house. He could hear the constant water drops coming from the bathroom across the hall as well as the voices coming from downstairs. He slowly walked over to his bed and began to lie down on top of his comforter, folding his hands on his chest and admiring the fresh blue paint on the walls.

…Damn LJ, what did you get yourself in…?

"LJ, I need you to come downstairs!" Lincoln shouted from the bottom of the stair case.

The young teen looked at his bedroom door and sighed. He slowly got up from his bed and turned the corner to go down the stairs. Once he was down there he noticed the two drunken adults watching Barney with an empty bottle of Jim Beam on the living room floor.

"What do you need dad?" LJ asked looking at his father who was laughing at every movement Barney made.

"I need you to call your uncle and tell him that I'll be in Utah…" Linc paused as he began laughing so historically that the veins were now popping out of his head. "I need you to call your uncle and…" He paused for another moment as he continued to laugh at the TV screen.

"Whatever…" LJ responded, grabbing the cell phone from his drunken father and walking outside of the house onto the small dock in the back yard that over looked the ocean.

…alcohol…that is exactly why mom wanted you out of the house…alcohol…

LJ wiped the small tear that was running down his face as he opened the cell phone and called Michael's cell phone. He sat down on the dock with his feet hanging over the edge just barely above the water.

"We're sorry but this phone number has denied your call. Please try back later." An auto-response system answered.

…Damn it…

-------------- Chicago State Hospital outside Sara's hospital room window------- (8:07)

The rain continued to pour as Michael and Sara found themselves outside the hospital window. Sara grabbed Michael's hand and squeezed it tightly. Michael looked over at her and began to squeeze her hand tightly so that he wouldn't lose her grip. They began walking down the sidewalk to the front of the hospital, holding hands.

"So, where do we go from here?" Sara asked, swinging her hand back and forth so that Michael's did the same.

"I don't know, I'm scheduled to meet Lincoln in a couple days…" Michael informed Sara as he looked around for a taxi. "Do you see a taxi?"

"Why don't we just take your car?" Sara asked innocently, holding his hand even tighter than before.

Michael stopped dead in his tracks and faced Sara, looking at her in the eyes. He pulled out a small remote control from his pocket and pressed the bright red button. Just then they heard a large boom as flames began filling the entire Buick. Michael looked at Sara as she gasped.

"Come on Sara, we have to go. The fire department will be here soon…let's take this cab." Michael waved his hand out as a taxi pulled over to the side of the road to pick the couple up.

Scofield opened the cab door as he helped Sara into the back seat. He followed her into the car and slammed the door shut. Sara grabbed Michael's right hand and placed it on her as she gave him a small wink and looked out the window toward the burning car.

"So, where are y'all headed for?" An African American cab driver asked, looking in his rear view mirror to find the young couple gazing into each others eyes.

"Can you take us to the Holiday Inn just outside of Chicago on Hyatt St?" Michael informed the driver as he looked over at Sara.

"Sure can, do y'all mind if I play the radio?" He asked, turning the radio on just loud enough so that Michael could hear it from the back seat.

"No." Sara said, pulling her hand away from Michael and looking out the window as the driver pulled away from the side of the street and onto the road.

"The Fox River eight are now done to seven. Recent reports have confirmed that John Abruzzi past away in a hotel shooting between the FBI. These men are still at large and considered armed and dangerous. If you have any information of the whereabouts of any of these convicts you're advised to call the crime line." The radio announced.

…Shit…

Michael looked over at Sara as he placed his hat on top of his head and buttoned his shirt back up. Sara placed her hand on Michael's left thigh as she put her head on top of his shoulder. Michael looked down at the brunette laying on his shoulder and removed the hair from her face. She looked back up at him and gave him a half smile as she began to rise up from her rather comfortable position and back to her side of the car.

"Could you stop here?" She asked the driver as Sara began to open her side of the door and run outside into the street.

"What do you think you're doing?" Michael asked running after her as he grabbed her arm in the middle of the street. He pulled her in close to him and lifted her chin so that she had no choice but to look into his blue eyes.

"I'm leaving; now go back to your own life!" She exclaimed attempting to escape the tight grip of Michael's hands.

"I'm not letting you slip away again." He said letting go of her chin and wrapping his arms around her small frame. Michael gave her a small kiss on top of her head and began slowly rubbing her back so that she was more relaxed.

Sara looked up at Michael with worried eyes and escaped his grasp. She ran down the street as he followed her until they came upon a small white house with dark blue shutters. She stopped in the drive way of the house and glanced back to find Michael running shortly behind her. Sara pulled out a key and placed it in the door knob when she felt something warm wrap around her hips. She turned around and saw Michael, sopping wet standing right in front of her body. Her eyes slowly reached his as he lifted his hand and placed it on her soft right cheek. He ran his fingers through the side of her hair and kissed her.

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

A/N: Alright, I'm sorry about this long drawn out day that they're having but trust me chapter 8 will sum it all up and you'll be like "yeah, she did do that for a reason." So, I hope you liked chapter 7! I would always appreciate a review or two smiles