A/N: Alright well, I'm finally at Chapter 25/31. That is pretty good I think. I know that things are going to pick up in the near future. I have all the 'events' planned out for the rest of this book. In fact I have another book brewing in my mind. This book is based on Prison Break of course but is going to take a completely different approach to the situation. I'll have more posted later. Okay, enough rambling…on with the chapter!

Wait, I forgot the disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Prison Break or any of its contents. I don't own the characters. I think that covers it, on with the chapter already! Oh yeah, thank you Dane Cook for the 'Jelly line'.

Next Morning…

---------------------Michael's Bedroom---------------- (10:45 a.m.) --------------

"What the hell?" Sara suddenly blurted out quickly uncovering her body from the warm covers of Michael's bed and onto her feet. She looked back at Michael as she watched the young man open his eyes wide and sigh as he realized it was just Sara. "What did you do?"

"What are you talking about Sara?" Michael sighed once more and rolled onto his side so that he was now facing the half naked brunette in front of him. She was currently wearing her black lace cami set with her hair in a semi-bun. He smiled at the young woman in front of him and placed his hand gently onto the pillow beside him. "Just come here and we can finish our sleep…"

"No…wait…what are you talking about? I'm not with you anymore Michael. I thought we figured that out last night…" The young brunette's face turned beet red as she just realized her clothes were missing. She snatched Michael's shirt from last night and covered her partially bare body with the striped shirt.

"…I can't imagine if you remembered anything from last night. You were so drunk that even Samuel Adams himself couldn't recover from such a hang over that quick." Scofield chuckled as he watched Sara grit her teeth in a fit of rage against Michael. He slowly lifted his body away from the bed and pulled Sara toward him. The young brunette caved into the grip of Michael and laid her head on top of his chest. "Why don't we just get some…what was that?" Michael paused at the sound of broken glass from downstairs.

"What was that?" Sara asked rubbing her hand around his torso rather seductively. Michael gave Sara a mischievous smirk and continued to listen to the commotion from downstairs. "Are you okay?" She asked now worried about Michael's constant glancing at the door way.

"I'm going downstairs to figure out what is going on…" Scofield slipped out of bed and placed his jeans around his waist. He looked back at the innocent brunette in his king size bed and left.

Michael made his way down the stairs, hearing strange voices coming down the stairs each minute. He reached into his jean pocket for the pistol he tended to always have close by ever since Fox River. The worried tattooed man stopped at the end of the stairs and turned his head to find Lincoln and Kit in the kitchen sharing breakfast. Sighing with relief, Michael walked into the kitchen and poured a small glass of coffee on the island.

"What was all the noise?" Michael questioned looking at Kit then back at his only brother. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say that a wild pack of elephants came through the house…" Scofield chuckled at his own joke and began pouring creamer into his freshly poured cup of coffee.

"Kit dropped a glass on the floor…so being the only man of the house I cleaned it up…" Linc smiled as Kit pushed him on the shoulder, exposing his rather large muscle from his t-shirt. Michael sighed as he began drinking his coffee with the newspaper set directly in front of his nose. "What are you 'turning away' from? What are we…in fifth grade again?"

"No." Scofield began reading the newspaper intently, attempting to block the constant giggling coming from the southern woman. Kit began laughing harder as she watched the veins on Michael's head grow more visible. "Would you guys please shut up for just a second?"

"Well didn't someone wake up on the wrong side of the bed…?" Kit drawled tickling the side of her boyfriend's brother. Michael rolled his eyes and pushed the southern woman back toward Lincoln. "You could be a little more considerate to a lady." The brunette winked and continued massaging Lincoln's shoulders.

"Where did you get the name Kit anyway?" Scofield questioned attempting to lift his spirits. In the corner of his eye he noticed Sara moseying her way into the kitchen. She poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down right beside Michael.

"Yeah, born and raised as Kit. Although my real name is Kentucky, Momma always called me Kit for short. She told me that with my accent the beginning of Kentucky sounded like Kit so there ya go." The southern woman explained noticing Sara rubbing her hand against Michael's thigh. She giggled for a moment and continued drinking her coffee.

"Who would name there kid Kentucky?" Sara asked trying to get into the conversation. She quickly pulled her hand away from Michael as she noticed her hands shake quicker. The hands of the young brunette grew cold and clammy. Michael grabbed her hands and began rubbing them fast, creating a sense of friction between the two.

"My momma I suppose. Me maw once told me that I was named after the state in which we were conceived, considering I have a sister named Carolina." Kit commented as Burrows smiled wide at the thought of Kit's family. "Y'all wouldn't understand since none of y'all are southern…"

"I would definitely agree." Sara said watching Michael rub her hands even faster. "You can stop now, they shake naturally…" She said pulling her hands away from Scofield and placing them neatly in front of her body.

"What causes that Dr. Tancredi?" Burrows asked winking at the doctor then paying closer attention to his girlfriend. He began caressing her face as she placed her head against his large collar bone.

"Excuse me; I have to go to the bathroom…" The young brunette interrupted swiftly getting up from the bar and heading down the hallway to the small bathroom.

"That was quick…" Kit added looking down the hallway then back at Michael. "What did you do this time?" She chuckled as did Burrows. Michael rolled his eyes and made his way down the hallway to the bathroom door.

"Sara?" Michael knocked on the door. No answer. Scofield knocked on the door once more and looked down the hall into the kitchen. Kit and Burrows shrugged their shoulders and watched Michael. "Sara, please open the door. Whatever I did, I'm sorry…" Scofield pleaded trying his best to reason with Sara.

Sara looked at the door of the bathroom and back down at the sink. Her arms were straightened against the sink, resting her hands around the rims of the sink. The sweat from her forehead began swimming down her neck until finally reaching her shoulders. She grabbed the syringe from beside her left hand and held it up. The brunette flicked the top of the needle and looked into the mirror. Unable to look at herself, she entered the needle into her forearm. A slight sense of relief filled her face as she pushed the syringe tighter releasing the rest of the morphine into her body.

"Sara, I'm going to bust down the door if you don't open it!" Scofield screamed knocking on the door profusely until Sara opened the door to reveal her normal self. Michael shook his head and smiled. "Alright, I'm going to go next…then we'll go to the supermarket." Scofield said opening the bathroom door once more.

"No!" Sara shouted reaching across Michael and shutting the bathroom door. She looked at the pure puzzlement on Michael's face and smiled. "I thought we could go upstairs…" She added seductively, grabbing the front pocket of Michael's jeans and pulling him in closer.

"It will just be a minute." Scofield cracked open the door as he watched Sara's face cringe at the sight of him actually opening the door. "Why don't you want me to go in there?" Michael swung open the door to expose the empty bottle of morphine beside the sink. He grabbed the bottle and held if up in the air.

"I can explain…" Sara said attempting to grab the bottle from Michael. Michael held the bottle higher as he walked out onto the back patio of his house. "I can really explain…"

"I don't want to hear any of your bull shit Sara." The tattooed man paused for a moment to gather his thoughts then looked back into the deep brown eyes of his girlfriend. "I can't live with you wasting your life like that. All I want from you is to be healthy. I don't want any more of this sneaking around using morphine anymore."

"It's not that easy Michael. I've been addicted since I was 21. I tried to ease the pain away by using anything I could find until there was an easy solution in front of my eyes. I really tried to stop for you Michael but I failed. I'm just not as strong as you Michael. I tried so hard…just to please you Michael but I guess that wasn't enough." Dr. Tancredi said placing her arms around her waist as she looked deep into the eyes of the man in front of her.

"That's not what I'm asking you to do Sara. I don't want you to give up. We can get through this together Sara. I'm willing to help you with whatever I can. I will go streaking in front of the white house in nothing but toe socks if I have to…" Michael paused as he smiled at the site of Sara laughing for once in her life. "All I want is you…you and nothing else…" Scofield chucked the bottle of morphine in the ocean and held Sara deep into his arms. "I love you Sara…"

-----------------------The beach behind Michael's house----------------- (6:17 p.m.) -----------

Michael wrapped his strong muscular arms around the young brunette. He was currently wearing his swimming trunks with tiny fish on it. Sara on the other hand was wearing a pink string bikini complete with rhinestones around the seams. Scofield kissed the top of the young brunette's forehead as she wrapped her slender arms around his rather bulky waist. The couple began watching the waves as the tide began coming in for the night.

"Have you ever thought what life would be like if you were still in Fox River?" Sara asked smiling at the sight of Michael's presence. She wiped the sand away from her stomach as she rolled back onto her back so that she was now more alert.

"I don't know. I have no idea what life would be like without you…" Michael said rubbing the young brunette's stomach. He wiped the rest of the sand away from her slender stomach until there was none left.

"What do you mean without me? What makes you think that I wouldn't be with you even if you were still in Fox River?" The young brunette questioned confused as to why Michael would even put that out in the open.

"I don't know. I guess it's because you told me that you couldn't wait for me. I wanted to make sure I had you before it was too late…" Scofield cuddled closer to the young woman and kissed her neck. She tossed her head against her other shoulder leaving Michael just enough room to journey his way to her lips. "I loved you the first time I laid eyes on you Sara…" Michael kissed the young woman as she ran a single finger around the brim of his trunks.

"Why couldn't you have told me this back in the penitentiary?" The innocent woman asked raising a single eyebrow toward Michael. The tattooed man placed a single hand on top of the side of her body. She felt a rather warm sensation make its way north from her side and more toward the string of her bikini. Sara pulled Michael's hands away and smiled.

"Tell me this Sara, would you have fallen for a convict locked away in a prison? Would you have believed me even if I told you I loved you inside prison walls?" Michael looked down at the young woman and smiled, trying to hide the fact he was more nervous than he had ever been before. "I love you."

"I know…" Sara sighed at the mentioning of the 'L' word. It was that very reason why it was hard for the brunette to fall for a convict. She ran her hand along his chiseled face and smiled. "I know Michael."

"How come you never say it back Sara?" Scofield questioned placing his hand on top of hers. Sara paused for a moment and pulled her hand away from his face. She blinked her eyes and smiled. "…You don't have to answer that…" He added realizing that his question was a bit on the complicated side.

"I'm sorry Michael. I like you a lot…it's just…" Michael placed his hand over the brunette's mouth and began running his finger from the tip of her bikini bottom to the silver ring between the top. "Sorry." She whispered watching Michael run his fingers along her stomach.

"There is no need for sorry baby." Scofield lifted his body away from the sand placing his body so that he was now hovering over the tiny brunette. Sara let out a rather large breath and smiled partially. Michael began kissing along her stomach creating a small purple bite mark next to her belly button.

"I really am Michael. It's just not that easy…ever since…never mind…" Sara said rubbing a finger over her fresh bite mark along her belly button. She smiled and stood up from the sandy beach. Michael looked up at the brunette as she reached a single hand down for his. "Come." She directed Michael lifting him up from the beach and running inside the beach house.

"Where are we going?" Scofield asked smiling the entire way upstairs the beach house. He noticed Sara pacing herself inside the blue bedroom of the house.

"Come here." Sara demanded pushing Michael against the bed. She walked away from the young man and flicked off the lights. She heard the tattooed man take a deep breath and roll down the covers of the bed.

Michael slipped the trunks off and away from his lower body exposing his bare body to Sara. She smiled as she began untying the strings of her bikini top. He assisted in untying her bottoms now exposing her bare body to the world. Scofield grabbed her arms and raised them completely above her head leaving Sara imprisoned in his grasp. She moaned as he ran a finger along her stomach creating a tingling sensation throughout her body. Sara looked into the eyes of Michael as he pulled the covers of their bodies.

--------------------Michael's Bedroom---------------- (2 a.m.) -------------------------------

Sara gently opened her eyes and looked over Michael's body at the alarm clock. She felt her entire body shake in complete discomfort. Michael yawned and turned his body to the other side of the bed. The young brunette slipped out of bed and grabbed a towel beside the bed. She covered her once bare body and walked into the bathroom. Underneath the sink was a small vial of morphine.

…Just put the morphine down and everything will be just fine. Your life is perfect Sara. You have a man who actually loves you, a house and a great job. Why put those things into jeopardy?

"Damn." Sara whispered attempting to open the vial of morphine. She filled the syringe half way and began injecting the morphine into her system. The look of relief filled her face once more as she propped her body against the tub.

The young brunette looked over at Michael sleeping and began crying. The thought of losing Michael due to an addiction was heart breaking. Sara began shaking even worse than before. Her hands were clammy once more and her face grew a more perfect red. Checking her pulse, Sara's body fell to the floor.

--------------------Michael's Bedroom-------------------- (7:02 a.m.) ---------------------------

"Good morning Sara." Michael reached his arm across for Sara and felt nothing but the sheets. He opened his eyes wider to find nothing there but an empty pillow. "Sara?" He questioned lifting his body up from the bed. The tattooed man rubbed his eyes and began putting his jeans around his waist.

Scofield opened the door to his bedroom and journeyed his way down the stairs into the kitchen. He noticed young LJ leaning against the counter still trying to survive one of the worst hang overs in history. Michael smiled as he poured a small glass of orange juice into his favorite yellow morning glass.

"Morning." Scofield greeted LJ only to find the young teen rolling his eyes. "I bet you'll never drink again." Michael smiled and began drinking his orange juice.

"Dad went out with Kit and said he would be back later tonight. He left a fifty by the coffee maker in case you needed it." LJ reported flicking on the TV to the Rugrats. "Oh Welch's god of jelly and jam." The young teen shouted as the remote stopped working.

"Calm down LJ, you over react sometimes…" Scofield tossed the young teen a couple of AA batteries and smiled. "Have you seen Sara?" He asked sipping his orange juice in front of the TV.

"No…didn't you two…?" LJ paused and waggled his eyebrows as he watched the look on his uncle's face grow more aggravated by the minute.

"Very funny, I'm going upstairs to find her. Be good and no more alcohol…" Michael began walking up the stairs. He looked into his room and still no sign of the love of his life. Scofield slowly turned the bathroom door knob. "Holy shit."

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A/N: Alright, I'm glad I got this done before my computer is packed up. Chapter 26 will be the continuation of this morning/day. So you'll have to wait to find out what happens. Well, please review and I'll really try for chapter 26 but I highly doubt I'll have it done…I LOVE REVIEWS! LOL. Also, on a side note I would like to say Happy Birthday to my Brother!