Disclaimer: I do not own Prison Break! I do not own the following characters: Michael Scofield, Lincoln Burrows, LJ Burrows, Fernando Sucre, Sara Tancredi and that should be about it. Oh yeah, I don't' own Veronica Donavan. I also have no affiliation with Prison Break! I also don't own the song "Broken" by Lindsey Haun from the movie Broken Bridges.

A/N: Alright, I'm taking chapter eight's beginning from where I left off in chapter 7 so if you haven't read chapter 7 yet, I suggest you go back or you might be a little confused. I hope you enjoy chapter 8!

--------Sara's House--------- (10:02) --------

The rain continued to pour in Chicago as Michael and Sara stood in front of Sara's house, looking into one another's eyes. Michael wrapped his muscular arms around the skinny brunette and kissed her again. Sara closed her eyes and felt his tongue against hers. He looked down at her as he gently wiped his lips with the sleeve of his shirt. She gave off a feint giggle and slowly turned the house key.

"Why do you have to do this to me?" She asked, shutting the door and looking back at Michael with eyes that could make anyone cry.

"What am I doing to you Sara?" Michael asked confused.

"This Michael…"

"What's this?" He asked slowly backing away from Sara as he stood outside the porch so that the rain was coming down on his entire body.

"Us Michael…you…me…" Sara sighed and looked at Michael for a moment until he walked up to her and grabbed her hand softly as he pulled her out into the rain. "What's the point of me getting wet too?"

Michael said nothing as he pulled Sara out into the street so that they were both in the middle of the street under the street light in front of her house. He grabbed Sara's thin waist and began serenading her around the small light in the street. Scofield watched as the rain began to slow down and was now only sprinkling. Sara placed her arms around Michael's neck as she rested her head on his warm shoulder so that she was facing his chest.

…How did he know that I liked to be held like this? How would he have known that I'm a hopeless romantic? How is it that he knows more about me than I know about myself…?

"Listen Sara, I didn't mean to do anything against your will. I just couldn't imagine living life without you anymore…" Michael said reaching down for Sara's hand and gently kissing the top of it.

"I know." Sara answered, pulling away from Michael and pulling him up to the front porch of her house. "Would you like to come in?" She asked opening the front door, allowing enough room for Michael to pass by her in the doorway.

Scofield took the offer and entered inside the home. He admired the many portraits of past family members when you first walked into the Tancredi residence. Michael looked back at Sara who was putting the keys on the hook beside the front door. She looked up and smiled at him as he leaned her up against the front door, caressing her face. He gently planted a kiss on her lips as she shut her eyes.

"…I love you Sara…" Michael whispered in her ear, as he intertwined his fingers with hers.

"I know…" She said pushing Michael away from her and walking into the kitchen. By her facial expressions Michael could tell she was upset but he couldn't understand why. Her eyes were becoming glossy as she began doing the dishes.

"What's wrong Sara?" Michael asked walking into the kitchen, grabbing a towel from the counter to help her with the dishes.

"I can't do this anymore." Sara answered cleaning a frying pan as she tried to make eye contact with Michael but couldn't seem to look him straight in the eye.

"What do you mean Sara?" He asked grabbing the frying pan from Sara's hands and drying it with his dish towel. "What won't work?"

"Us…I don't' want to risk us getting caught…"

"Then come to Mexico with me Sara. We'll leave tomorrow and everything will be alright." Scofield informed the now crying brunette as he gently moved her away from the sink and against the island.

"I can't." She answered, looking away from Michael as a single tear ran down her face. Michael wiped the tear from her eye and held her chin up eye level with him.

"Why Sara?" Michael questioned as he began to move in closer so that she was in between him and the island. He looked at her then placed his arms around her waist.

"I have to take a shower." Sara said removing Michael's hands away from her body and walking down the narrow hallway to the bathroom. She glanced at Michael one last time then locked the door behind her.

Michael watched as the love of his life locked him out. He looked around the kitchen and began finishing the dishes Sara had started. Scofield pulled his button up shirt off around his head and laid it onto a dining room chair.

…Damn it Michael…

------------Michael's house in Mexico---------

"God, I can't believe she left me for my own cousin. How wrong does that sound?" Fernando asked, looking at Lincoln who was taking a sip of his freshly made margarita.

"That's not as bad as hearing the exact gun shot that killed your girlfriend over the phone…" Linc commented as he took a moment of silence to remember Veronica.

God Veronica, why did you have to leave me? I loved you so much, so hard and you left. I never even got to say I love you…

Burrows grew quiet as the mentioning of Veronica tore him into pieces on the inside. He placed his margarita on the coffee table and got up off the couch to stretch. The look on his face was a cross between depressed and happy.

"Hey dad, I'm taking the truck and going to the mall." LJ informed his father while he picked up his book bag and slipped the cell phone into the front pocket of the bag.

"No LJ, you're not taking the truck…you don't even have your license yet…" A drunken Lincoln answered his son as he wobbled back onto the couch trying to avoid hitting the coffee table.

"What's the point of you having the car anyway? You're too drunk to drive…"

"Don't tell me that I'm too drunk son…now go back upstairs and keep quiet. I don't want you out getting into trouble and risking the safety of everyone right now.

LJ looked at his father and sighed. The thought of his father returning to alcoholism nearly broke his heart. He turned back to glance at his father and walked out the front door.

"Hey Lincoln, when is Michael coming back?" Sucre asked, looking over at Lincoln who was sitting the recliner in the corner of the vast living room.

"I'm supposed to meet him somewhere in the next couple days…but I don't' know…" Linc began rubbing his forehead. By the look in his eyes you could tell that he was worried about something.

…Damn, what did I do? What have I done to LJ? God Veronica…

"Are you okay Burrows? You look very worried about something…?"

"I'm fine." Linc answered as he threw his glass on the table and walked outside. He looked around the dock and sat down on the edge so that his feet dangled over the edge almost touching the water.

God Veronica. I miss you so much…if only you were here with me beside me, sipping margaritas on the hot sands of Mexico.

Burrows looked down at the waves and then back up at the sky. A small tear journeyed down his right eye and hit the ocean as it created a small ripple. His arms grew tense as the anger of Veronica's death grew more and more intense.

"Don't worry bro, she loved you…" Sucre said sitting beside Burrows placing his own feet in the water.

"I know." Linc said throwing an empty bottle of Jim Beam in the ocean.

---------Sara's House----------- (10:34) ----------

Sara opened the blue and green shower curtain and walked out onto the bath mat in front of the shower stall. She grabbed the green towel from the toilet then placed it around her freshly clean body and tied it. The steam from the shower made it so it was hard to see. She walked over to the bathroom door and opened it just so that the steam could escape. The towel slowly slipped off her body so that she could change into her pajamas. She grabbed a pair of hot pink boy shorts and put them on. Her shirt was a red and white Marlboro shirt she had ordered from the company but was two sizes too big.

Michael looked around the kitchen to make sure there were no more dishes to do. He couldn't find anymore dishes so he hung the towel over the oven and glanced down the hall way to find the bathroom door open.

Alright, should I go in? I don't know, last time she was a little on the 'mean' side. I have no idea what I did wrong but I definitely went wrong. Women, they're so complicated…especially this one. For some reason I can never read her right…

Scofield glanced back at the kitchen once more and slowly made his way down the hall way. He stood near the door so that he could barely see her through the small crack in the door. She was standing in front of the sink, blow drying her hair and singing. The voice of Sara made Michael want her even more. Her voice was soft yet powerful, it was sweet yet angry. He continued to watch her every movement.

The brunette continued to dry her hair, running a thick brush through her freshly washed hair as she sang "Broken" by Lindsey Haun. Her hair was finally finished and dry; she turned off the blow dryer and set it beside the sink.

…Michael…Why do things have to be so difficult? I can't help but to love him. The way his eyes look into mine and the way he smiles even if I don't smile back…Damn it Sara, you're such a hopeless romantic…

Sara felt something warm around her waist. She looked in the mirror to find Michael's arms wrapped tightly around her small waist. He began kissing the side of her neck as she placed her warm hands on top of his. Her eyes began to shut as did his. Michael slowly made his way from her lower neck to her right shoulder. He pulled her sleeve down and rubbed her shoulder with his bare hand as he kissed it.

"Sara, will you come with me?" Scofield asked, looking into the mirror at Sara.

"I don't know." She moved his hands away from her waist and turned her body around so that she was now facing Michael, looking his straight in the eyes. Michael looked at her and walked out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

Small crystal tears began streaming down her face as the love of her life left her in the house alone. She threw her hairbrush across the room and fell to the ground against the bathroom door.

…Fuck…

Doctor Tancredi lifted herself up off the floor and walked out of the bathroom. She looked at her kitchen which was completely spotless. The dishes were clean and put way as was the pots and pans. From the kitchen Sara heard the TV. She walked into the living room to find Michael asleep on the couch. His head was resting on his arms and his eyes were shut. To Sara it reminded her of an angel sleeping on a cloud in the sky. She walked over to him and looked at his innocent eyes. Beside the couch was a red blanket in which she spread over the man on her couch.

…He looks so innocent…

Sara gave him a small kiss on his forehead and headed back toward her own bedroom. In her bedroom was a big king size canopy bed complete with many decorative pillows and a comforter that was made by her great-grandmother when she was seven. Now 29 and living on her own, Sara lay back in her bed and quickly drifted off to sleep.

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A/N: Well, I hope you liked Chapter eight! Please leave a review if you have time. I do enjoy a good review once and a while. I also wanted to point out that during this chapter I was listening to a bunch of sad songs so I hope that didn't have a dramatic effect on this chapter…lol.