Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Prison Break. I own none of the following characters: Michael Scofield, Lincoln Burrows, Sara Tancredi, LJ Burrows, Veronica Donavon, Theodore Bagwell or Fernando Sucre.

A/N: Okay so here is chapter 22. This chapter was fun to write although even as the author I am made that I made Michael cheat on poor Sara but I had no choice grins. I guess I had a choice but I'm glad I made it this way for the ending which is only like 9 chapters away! I also wanted to let everyone know that on my main page of Fan Fiction I sometimes post new information at the beginning or what I'm working on. So check it out! Okay, enough rambling…on with the chapter!

-----------------Carrie's Apartment #421--------------- (8:00 a.m.) -----------------

Michael opened his ocean blue eyes slowly as he uncovered the rest of his bare body. He sat his body up from the bed with his legs hanging over the edge of the bed. Carrie noticed Michael rise up from the bed and turned her skinny bare body to the complete opposite side of the bed. Scofield rubbed the side of his chiseled face and stood up from the bed. He walked over to the master bathroom and turned the light on. Next to the shower were his baby blue boxers. Michael grabbed the boxers from the bathroom floor and slid them up his body placing them firmly around his hips just below his V-cut.

…Damn…what time is it? Only a little after eight! It seems like, I don't eve know. Wait! Where am I? I don't remember painting my bathroom pink…hot pink at that. Did Sara paint it pink? I'm going to have to talk to her about this. This pink isn't going to work. Wait, where did she put my toothbrush? Why are there bras hanging up on top of my shower curtain which happens to be flowers…

"What is this?" He mumbled picking up a small plastic card from behind the faucet. "What?" Michael said noticing that the I.D. card was only a permit.

Scofield grabbed the pink flowery towel from the rack behind the door and rubbed it along his now sweaty face. He turned to look in the mirror and noticed a cut on his forehead. Now rubbing the newly found cut, Michael looked in the darkened bedroom and saw a large bump in the covers. He dropped the towel into the laundry basket by the tub and went to investigate.

This isn't my bed…Sara…? That isn't Sara…what yes it is Michael. What are you doing? I don't really remember what I drank last night but whatever it was…I'll never do that again. Just get in the bed and go to sleep…

The tattooed man rolled the covers down from the bed and slipped inside. He wrapped both of his arms around the woman beside him and slowly began to shut his eyes. Carrie smiled and moved his hands lower so that they sat firmly on her hips. She covered his big hands with her small hands creating an even warmer sensation on the lower half of her body. The young blonde let off a small moan as her bare body began to heat up from Michael's body lying on hers.

"Good Morning Sara…" Scofield mumbled continuing to close his eyes and rub the hips of the blonde beside him. Carrie turned around to face the tattooed man and quickly lured his hands away from her body.

"You're married?" She yelled grabbing her black rob and covering her naked body inside it. "Why didn't you tell me before we…?" The now frantic blonde tied the strings of the robe together and sat on the edge of the bed facing the blue eyed man in the middle of her bed. He quickly uncovered himself from the bed and walked over to the door of the bedroom.

"I'm not married. But you could have told me that you were only 15…" Scofield said handing Carrie her identification permit card he had found in the bathroom earlier that morning. "Do you know that I could go to jail for that little girl…" He said with a bit of rage in his voice.

"…You could have gone to jail with the amount of alcohol you had last night so I don't think sleeping with an underage juvenile would have made much difference Michael…" Carrie explained placing her I.D. back inside her Gucci purse. "So, what happens from here?" She asked placing her warm body against his.

"I'm going back home and you're going back to school. Don't waste your life away. I've seen close siblings to that…it never ends well." Scofield explained to the young girl as he wrapped her body in the bedroom sheets. "Now go home where you belong Carrie."

"Why? What is the point of going home? All dad wanted me to do was go to anger management classes and if he ever found out I dropped out and ran away he would kill me and my mother!" She yelled throwing her cell phone at the tall man in front of her. "So what are you going to do…run to the police…?"

"No." Michael said strictly giving the young girl a hug as he rubbing her back. "I'm not going to do that, just promise me that you'll turn your life around before you get hurt…"

"I will." The young blonde promised holding out her pinky to Michael. "So you're not gonna tell the cops?" She asked wanting a reassurance that he wasn't lying to her.

"I promise." Scofield said wrapping his pinky around her rather small one. "I have to go and find my girlfriend." He said grabbing his jeans and placing them around his waist. Michael buttoned up his shirt and grabbed a cup of coffee. "I'll return the cup." He said opening the front door walking out in the parking lot.

…Damn…

Michael searched the entire parking lot for a taxi. He began walking down the main drag in front of the rather beat up apartment complex in search of a cab. A cab driver pulled over to the side of the road as Michael quickly opened the passenger door and got in it. The rather old Chinese cab driver looked at Michael and smiled exposing his bold yellow teeth to him.

"Where to?" The driver asked pulling back out onto the street.

-----------------Michael's House-------------- (10:33 a.m.) --------------------

Scofield tipped the cab driver as he watched the old Chinese man drive away. He looked up the drive way and noticed the Land Rover parked close to the garage door. Michael walked to the hood of the SUV and noticed his brother had hit the front of the garage door. He sighed at the sight of the scratch and dug in his pockets for his keys. As he opened the door the first thing he noticed was a rather pissed off Sara in the front of the living room with her arms crossed and a lit cigarette in one hand. Linc was sitting on the leather couch watching the football game with LJ.

Sara stared into the eyes of Michael with pure rage filling her brown eyes. Linc glanced at the two, chuckled, and continued watching the game. She sat her cigarette on the ash tray Michael had made for her in the Psych Ward and smirked. The tall brunette slowly moseyed her way over to Scofield and slapped him across his face leaving an exact indention of her hand.

"This is the respect I get? This is what I get for being nothing but good to you. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be here in the first place. If only I would have listened to that part of me that said no but no, I had to fall for your little tricks and schemes. Well I'm not taking anymore of your useless shit." Sara lit up another cigarette and took in a puff.

"What are you talking about?" A clueless Michael questioned watching Sara take another puff of her cigarette. "Sara, this isn't what it seems…"

"Oh really, then why are you wearing bright red lipstick? Or do you always were ruby red lipstick on your shirt? Is it some sort of trend you're starting because it looks horrible!" The brunette walked back over to Scofield and pointed out the red lipstick running down his cheek and onto the collar of his blue shirt.

"I never meant to do anything to you. It was a complete accident. You see, Linc and I went to the bar for a couple drinks…I guess I must have drank a little much and got confused. So like a Good Samaritan, this young lady drove me home only I couldn't seem to remember where I lived. So she drove me somewhere where I could sleep. Then I got up this morning, put my clothes on and dashed over here…you have to believe me Sara…" He begged reaching his arm out for hers but she jerked her body away from him and lit up another cigarette.

"How can you say that you never meant to do anything Michael? Look at yourself. You have lipstick stains on you cheek and neck. There is a distinct bite mark on your ear and your shirt isn't even tucked in. So don't go and tell me that nothing happened when I know damn well something happened Michael. Who is she? Is she pretty? She obviously was or else you wouldn't have slept with her." She argued taking another puff of her cigarette followed by a large shot of whiskey.

"Sara I swear I didn't know what I was doing. You have to believe me. Yes, I'll admit I went wrong but you have to believe me when I say I didn't mean to. I never meant to hurt you Sara. This is the biggest mistake I've made but we can recover. We've been through so much Sara. I love you more than anything." Scofield begged as a small crystal tear came rolling down the side of his cheek and onto his broad shoulder.

"Dude, you're screwed…" A now drunken Linc blurted out as Sara shot him a dirty look as did Michael. He turned back to the face the television and began laughing.

"Michael, I've seen enough…" Sara paused to drink the last shot of whiskey. She cleared her throat and looked back into the eyes of the man in front of her. "Goodbye Michael…"

"Wait! Where are you going to go?" He asked placing his hand upon hers in the doorway of the home.

"My apartment…" She whispered removing Michael's hand. Sara glanced back at the tattooed man and began walking down the sidewalk.

"Great job Michael. Not only have you lost the respect from your fellow cell mates but you've managed to lose the love of you life!" LJ said laughing so hard that his face was completely red and his stomach hurt.

"Shut up LJ!" Michael screamed tossing a striped pillow at the head of his nephew. "I don't need to hear anything from you…" He walked out of the living room and into the office.

----------------Sara's Apartment #321---------------- (4:02 p.m.) -------------------

…Alright Sara, all you need to do is get a job and you'll be an independent woman. Dad always said that I should be independent so I can now listen to him. Wow it feels good to own my own place again. I don't have to worry about anything. No need to clean, cook or do anything I don't want to…

Sara smiled and opened the door to her new furnished apartment along the beach. The apartment was kind of small but would be big enough for Sara. When you first walked in you could see the kitchen straight ahead and the small living room beside it. Across from the kitchen was a small closet sized bathroom. The only bedroom in the apartment was on the opposite side of the living room. Sara placed her purse on top of the coffee table in the middle of the living room and began twirling her body around in circles.

"I'm free!" She shouted swaying her long arms from side to side as she tried to keep up with the rotation of the ceiling fan. Sara noticed her purse vibrating so she looked inside the purse and opened her cell phone.

"Hello?" The brunette answered as she sat down in the chair beside the television trying to recuperate from the spinning.

"Hi this is Sandy Foremen from the Hospital de San Miguel and we've accepted your résumé. When is a good time for you to start?"

"Right, what is the wage?" Sara questioned confused as to why they would hire a doctor who only speaks very minimal Spanish in a dominantly Spanish neighborhood.

"750 pesos and hour five to six days a week." Miss Foreman stated typing Sara's information into the computer system in front of her. "So, when can you start?"

"I can start Monday." She said looking down at her lap then back up at the window. There were two bluebirds nestled in a small nest in a tree outside her window. A small tear trickled down her cheek thinking about Michael.

"Do you have a spouse/boyfriend?" Sandy asked unsure of the answer. She began typing more information as she sipped her coffee beside her desk.

"…" Sara paused for a moment then knew the answer. "No." She said throwing a striped decorative pillow across the room.

"Alright, we'll be in touch." Sandy hung up the phone and continued making a schedule for Sara on her computer.

Sara looked around the room aimlessly looking at the many photos of sunsets and beach scenes around her new apartment. A single tear grew into a waterfall of large crystal tears running down her face. The thought of losing Michael was her worse fear which suddenly became a reality.

------------------Outside of Michael's beach house----------------- (9:10 p.m.) -------

"Come on LJ, we're gonna get caught if you make anymore noise." Melissa said helping LJ across the wide lawn of the beach house. "Just follow me…"

"Why should I follow you?" LJ asked sarcastically as Melissa slapped him upside the head. "Ouch, quit…my dad always does that to me for saying stupid shit."

"Watch your language around a lady…" She commented ducking away from the living room windows entering the back porch.

"Lady?" He questioned moving across the yard quickly until he bumped into the back of Melissa. LJ planted a small kiss on her neck and continued onto the porch holding his hands against her hips.

"Yes lady, what do you think I am a duck or something?" The blonde asked stopping in front of the sliding glass door to the kitchen from the back patio. "Where do we go from here?"

"Hold on." LJ pulled out a small key and opened the back patio. He grabbed the hand of his girlfriend and slowly led her up the stairs past Michael who was in the laundry room folding towels. "This way." He said creeping up the stairs until he saw a big shadow cast upon his back.

"Where are you guys going?" Linc asked with his muscular arms against his hips and a look on his face that was too familiar for LJ. According to LJ the look was known as the 'don't piss me off anymore' fatherly look.

"I was going to show Melissa my rock collection…?" LJ lied attempting to squeeze past his father until Lincoln pulled his son by the collar and smiled.

"Let's go downstairs." Melissa suggested pulling LJ's hand away from Burrows.

"Yeah, let's all go downstairs for a big party…" Linc suggested grabbing LJ and leading him down the stairs.

"But dad, come on….don't be weird." He said trying to get away from his father's strong grasp. "Don't embarrass me….please?"

Lincoln smiled and threw young LJ against the couch followed by his girlfriend. The two young teens looked up at Linc and gulped. Burrows and Michael looked at the couple and winked. The sweat on LJ's face grew heavier as he watched his family sit on the couch beside them.

"Glad everyone's in the livin' room makes my job a lot easier pretties…" A familiar southern voice drawled pointing a gun against Lincoln's head.

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

A/N: He's back of course! Chapter 23 will be very interesting. I've started on some of it and it is pretty crazy so far. Well, I'm sorry about the whole break up for all you MiSa fans. I'm a fellow MiSa fan but all good things must come to an end. Well, I hope you don't hate me too much ducks under computer chair please….please…review?