Thanks for those who have been reading and reviewing. I'm sorry it has taken me this long to update.. but with Christmas and knowing Wentworth was here in Australia, i just couldn't concentrate on anything lol.

So here we have it..

Thanks to Jen, for the beta.. once again. :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Prison Break.

Chapter three

That night Michael slept on the couch and barely slept a wink, trying to think how he was going to get Sara calm enough for him to explain what really happened and how it isn'twhat she thinks.
Hours earlier in the evening he saw Sara come inside and walk right past him, not bothering to look at him to see if he was awake or not and headed right for bed.
He saw the hurt that was buried inside her; he didn't have to look at her face or in her eyes because it was all said by her body language.
The morning sun shone through the windows and right into his eyes forcing him to wake up.
Glancing at the clock on a nearby table it read 9.00 and since there was no way for him to get back to sleep once he was awake he decided to go into the kitchen to make coffee and something to eat.
As he walked into the kitchen he heard some noises coming from shuffling at the cupboards and assumed it was Lincoln.
"Bit early for you to be up isn't it, it's still daylight" He joked as he stepped foot into the titled room.
Expecting to find his brother but instead he saw Sara, in an old t shirt of his showing off her long legs and and sexy body not leaving much to his imagination.
"Michael"
Surprised she spun around wrapping her arms around herself in an attempt to cover herself up, not that it does much good.
"Sara"

He speaks out of shock; standing in the doorway just looking at her not wanting to spoil the moment but also knew things would soon get uncomfortable.

Ten

Nine

Eight

Seven

She stands there frozen in time it seems, unable to move from his gaze.

Six

Five

"I. Sara."

Four

Three

It seems again he wasn't able to form a complete sentence together as if a frog was caught in his throat and was having trouble speaking.

Two

"Sara wait"

One.

There she goes again.

He called out to her just as she turned her heels and walks out of the kitchen.
How convenient is it that the only time he can talk is after she has walked away.
Just as fast she walked out of there, Michael was just as fast trying to catch up to her.
"Sara"
He needed to explain to make sure she understands. Just as he catches up to her, she is on her way outside to the spot where she normally goes when she is upset.
The Balcony
"Come on can you just stop" He then reaches out and grabs her hand forcing her to come to a halt.
"What Michael? Do you really think there is anything more we can say to each other than what has already been said" Sara says in a frustrated but yet exhausted voice.
Standing opposite him, she has her arms around her shoulders looking at him a second or two then dropping her gaze.
"Actually I do. There is more we need to talk about"
He stated as he took her arms which were folded against her chest and placed her shaky hands with his own.
This made her look at him, feeling his touch against her own would have been enough to send her over the edge but also he was looking at her so intensely just like he had back in Fox River. She couldn't hold her own back then before she would want to kiss him, and she can't now which is why she has trouble focusing when he looks at her that way.
"Michael" She whispers a tear rolling down her left cheek. Her eyelids close as he wipes away the tear with his index finger.
She couldn't do this.
It was too hard.

"Sara open your eyes for me, please" He pleads with her, his voice desperate. This might be his only chance and he hoped he didn't blow it. He knew what he needed to do and hoped his voice and confidence held out for him.
Sara slowly does as he says and opened her tear stained eyes, her pupils' red from the tears she was holding back inside her. And no matter how much she seemed to cry when he wasn't around, seeing him right here in front of her, being so gentle and sincere was enough to make her burst out in tears.
Once she looked at him, she now saw it wasn't just her that was holding back the tears; his eyes showed her he was doing the same so at least she should give him a chance to say what he wanted to say.
"I'm listening" She listened to the sound of his voice; the breath is his throat as he let out a sigh of relief.
Glancing at him once more, Sara took a few steps and sat down on the couch, patting the seat next to her indicating for him to join her. After a second pause, he did.
Michael once again had to make sure at least a small part of them were touching, just for some contact as he begins his speech.
He knew she felt the same connection that he did, so just by the touching of fingers; hands he hoped would be enough for her to feel that what he was saying is nothing but the truth.
"First I need you to know everything that I am about to tell you is nothing but the honest truth, if you never believe anything else I tell you please believe this. I swore the first day I saw you again I would not lie to you and I haven't."
She tried to turn her head away from his, untangle her fingers from his own but was unable to; he wouldn't let that connection go.
"Don't" he pleaded. "Don't push me away" His eyes bore into her.
She relented and relaxed although she didn't dare to look into those piercing eyes of his.

"So what is it that you need to tell me" She spoke in a low voice but it was enough for him to hear her.
And that being his cue he decided to get started as it may take awhile for her to believe him.
"I know now why you are upset with me"
She didn't say anything but Michael could have sworn she at least mumbled something, although he was sure it wasn't something pleasant.
But she then decided to speak after all, as she stared him down.
"Really Michael? Do we have to talk about this, yet again?"
He kept silent for a moment hearing all the pain in each word she said, and how he wished with every fiber in his body he could take away her anguish.
"Sara, can you let me talk and then when I'm finished you want to say something then you can have your turn. Okay?"
She doesn't say "Ok" but nods slightly instead, she hates not being in control and being helpless, vulnerable and weak. The three worst things she ever wanted to be and yet in the space of a few months she has been all of them and more.

If someone had told her a year ago that right now she would be on the run and in love with someone who used to be an inmate, she would have told them they were crazy that she would never fall for a prisoner. Oh wait she did say that, to Katie just before the kiss happened back in Prison.
How stupid was she? Letting so called feelings get in the way of her professional job.
It was like she was back to being a junkie once again, but this time Morphine wasn't her drug. He was. He is.
Michael.
How a guy could make her hate him but love him at the same time she had no idea, it was some twisted up love thing they have going.
She waited for him to begin speaking; Michael always seemed to take his time she guessed needing the right words to make what he was saying seem more real, or something.
She has a hard time trying to figure him out, and hell they say women are the confusing gender.
"Sara" He said, his voice hoarse but full of emotion. "About Nika."
She stared at him coldly at the mention of 'her' name; she refused to speak of the name whom was wrecking the only happiness she could have had.
Throwing a death stare at him to get him to stop right there, didn't seem to be working as he ignored it and continued to speak.

"Sara just listen, what you saw. Wasn't… isn't what you may think it is. Just a misunderstanding"
He then tilted her chin upwards and made her look at him, so he could really see her, what she was thinking and feeling.
But as soon as that happened she snapped his hand away.
"I'm speaking I don't care what you say"
He groaned at how stubborn she is. Was this girl actually capable of staying quiet for five minutes?
"Sara you are killing me here" Rubbing his temples with the tips of his fingers.
"And you're hurting me time and time again whenever you mention her. I don't see what there is to explain, I saw you two kiss. So I guess the whole ''I only married her so she can get her green card" stuff was nothing but a lie, and I mean nothing to you" She spoke sarcastically and began to stand up from where she was sitting with Michael, to get away from him and everything else that reminded her of what being with him has put her through.
A good fix sounds good right about now.

She thinks about it but won't give him the satisfaction of knowing when things get tough she will always go back to the morphine.
She won't let him see that.
She won't.
"Sara no"
Standing up as well, but holds her by the shoulders which made her more annoyed.
"What are you doing, let go" She demanded, giving him an aggravated look.
But apparently he was determined. Isn't he always?
"I need you to shut up; I can never get a word in. Ok let's get some things clear." Without any further warning he takes hold of her hand and pulls her toward the back of the room where a small closet is, he opens it and drags her inside, locking it behind him.
"What the… Michael, what do you think you are doing. I could suffocate, we could die."
He chuckles and rolls his eyes to what feel like the back of his head. "Sara seriously stop"

Her mouth stops midway of something else she was beginning to say, and closes it instead.
"Good now we might be able to get somewhere"
The closet is small and you could say cozy in a way where their body heat would soon radiate throughout the small space and things could easily get quite hot.
Not like they weren't already.
She backs up against the wall as he steps closer toward her. Sara's heart is thumping faster at being in such close proximity as him, and it wasn't going to slow down anytime soon especially being in a small space with him staring at her with those eyes.
He seems to have a way about him where when he looks at you, you can't concentrate on anything but those eyes that pierce a hole in your heart. See through your soul and can tell what you are thinking.
"I will do this in facts so that you are clear on what we are discussing here"
His hands are placed on the wall just above her head, and his breath is now upon her mouth, hot and needing.
Her whole body shakes at feeling him so close to her, not sure how much she can take before completely going insane.

"I am not nor have I ever been in love with Nika"
"But"
"He silenced her with a finger to her lips to stop her from speaking.
"What you thought you saw was Nika kissing me"
"What you didn't see was me pushing her away and telling her straight that I don't have any sort of romantic feelings toward her. That I was in love, completely, utterly and crazy in love with someone else"
His words were like taking the air out of her lungs, she was lost for words for the time being.
Sara was prepared for anything he was about to tell her about what she saw, that maybe he was trying to let her down gently.
But this she was not prepared for.
A declaration of sorts.

But was she the one who he loved? No, can't be.
She felt his hands being released from the wall and making their way down to her face, as he began to caress her cheeks.
Tears also drifted down from her eyes, she was speechless at this revelation.
Of all the times she was mad at him for what was taken out of context. And not staying around to confront them with what she saw, what did she do? Run off and shut him out.
"Michael" Her teeth shattered together, her breathing rapid as regret and sorrow filled her eyes.
"I'm sorry" Now she felt like the most stupid person ever and a foolish one.

"Sara."
"So you met someone?" Asking him, and apparently very clueless.
Michael almost choked on her words. "Met someone?" was she serious, or that blind to how he feels about her.
"Sara" His eyes open in surprise, now cupping her face. "How can you even think that, there is only one woman who I have met, the one person who has made me feel more alive than ever before. Whom I love more than life itself. That woman Sara, is YOU"
He was prepared for her yelling at him, running out of where they were but what happened he didn't plan or expect.
Oh the emotions and actions of women. Talk about complicated. No wonder, it goes with the saying 'Men are from Mars and Women are from Venus". You can never understand their emotions or actions, totally unpredictable.

He was in love with me?
This totally blindsided her, soared her heart with fire and making her unrequited love for him seem more real, than before.
Before she knew what she was doing, she attacked him with her lips as she grabbed the back of his head and pulled his mouth on her own.
A desperate need to feel his lips against her own, to show him that she loved him as much as he loved her.
Although she might have to slap herself later to actually make herself believe the stuff he told her but right now she needed him and she was going to have him.
She trembled against his lips, rolling her tongue against his bottom lip and he gladly allowed her access.
A few seconds later he pulled apart from her, panting for breath as he searched her eyes.
"Sara…if you."

But was cut off by her taking her index finger of her right hand and placing it on his lips.
"Shh Michael, no thinking just feel"
If this wasn't such a turn on he would have questioned and thought about it more, but at this moment in time she was right. Fuck thinking, the woman he loves was asking to be touched and nurtured. It has been a long time coming and he certainly was going to take advantage, not of her but of the situation.