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One week. Seven days. One hundred and sixty-eight hours. Ten thousand and eighty minutes. Six hundred and four thousand, eight hundred seconds. Fernando Sucre would tell anyone who would listen that he had felt every single one of those seconds. Indeed, it had felt like a whole lot more. Between Bobby Rain being either at work or working on the chip, and Michael having no time to do anything but think about the plan and the future and send Dr. Tancredi affection-filled glances throughout the day, Sucre was pretty much left to himself.

Which, honestly, was just like being in prison, only with a refrigerator.

So, he'd spent the past week daydreaming about him, and Maricruz, and the life they would have together. Sucre felt so incredibly prepared to see her again that it was all he could do to stay in the apartment, and not go off to find her right then. He'd figured out what he was going to say first when he saw her again, come up with a lengthy list of baby names; hell, he'd even come up with several ideas for what he was going to do to Hector when he saw him again. And that said something about how bored Sucre had been.

But fortunately for him, the week was up. Michael was in the other room with Rain, finalizing the details of there plan. Apparently, Bobby was going to meet them wherever it was that they were all meeting because Michael, Sucre, and Sara had to find Lincoln and the doctor again, and Bobby still needed a little more time. Sara was in the bathroom, drying her hair, which again, if only temporarily, left Sucre by himself.

This being alone stuff, he wasn't so good at it. Sucre could barely tolerate any time spent in the SHU back at Fox River, and this wasn't too far off. But they were leaving, soon. Michael would be coming out in just a moment with the plan, and then they would be off.

"Thank you, Bobby." Michael said, stepping out of the other man's office. Bobby followed. "I'll never forget this."

Bobby waved him off. "It's no sweat. It's just what these guys deserve. They have some nerve, breaking into my house, assaulting me. They're just lucky I didn't go to the police!"

"Yeah." Michael agreed, but Sucre thought he sounded doubtful. Regardless, Rain didn't pick up on this.

"So I'll seen you then." Rain said, pulling Michael into a hug.

"Yeah." The two broke apart, and Sara entered the room.

"Thank you. For everything." Sara said, also hugging the man.

"It was my pleasure."

Sucre stood up. "It was nice to meet you, bro."

"Yeah... you too." Rain shook his hand.

"See you in a couple days." Michael said, as they left the apartment. Sucre took a deep breath in relief as they walked away from the building and towards the parking garage in which their car was hidden. Michael turned to him. "You okay?"

"Yeah, Papi, I'm fine. I'm just glad to be moving again, s'all."

"Me too." Sara jumped in. "Staying in one place too long makes me anxious."

"Then I imagine you'll both be happy to know we're going to be moving fast from here out." Michael commented, pulling the car keys out of his pocket and unlocking the car.

"Where are we meeting Lincoln?" Sara asked, as they all got in.

Michael gave her a small smile. "Bolshoi Booze." He replied. In the front passenger seat, Sucre laughed.

"What's so funny?"

"Bolshoi Booze is in the middle of nowhere. It's this crappy little hut in the middle of the desert." Sucre explained. "You missed out on it the last time we were there, apparently."

Sara sent Michael a questioning look. "It's where we were headed after Gila." He explained. She nodded.

"Bill, it's me." Paul Kellerman spoke softly into his cell phone. He was lurking in the shadows just outside Rain's apartment building, and was watching Scofield, Sucre, and Tancredi walk away from him. They're lucky I lost my gun in that damn dumpster, 'cause otherwise... Kellerman's train of thought derailed as Bill Kim answered.

Kim exhaled, trying to imagine that all his frustration with the agent left with the carbon dioxide. It failed miserably. "Why are you calling me?" He asked sharply. "You failed. Your part in this is over."

"I have some information for you. Information that you need." Paul replied sincerely.

"You have nothing that I nor anyone else here needs."

"With all due respect, sir," Kellerman started, voice trembling ever so slightly. "You want to hear me out. You have nothing to lose by listening. When I'm done, you can pretend this call never happened if you want. But just listen for a moment. Sir."

Bill Kim sighed, immensely frustrated again. "What do you have for me?"

"I know where they're going and why." Paul began to explain, relief seeping unintentionally into his voice. "And you're not going to like it. Remember Frank Tancredi's tape?"

"So what's the reward?" Kate asked playfully, leaning over him.

"What?" Lincoln stared at her, thoroughly confused.

"For you. You escaped from prison. There's gotta be a reward of some sort." She explained, smiling.

"Oh. Three hundred thousand, I think." Came the reply.

"Hmm... three hundred grand. That's a lot of money." Kate said. Lincoln shrugged. "Nah." She kissed him lightly on the lips. "Not worth it."

"What, I'm not, or it's not?"

"You're worth more than three hundred thousand." She clarified. Lincoln pulled her mouth back down to his, laughing. "I mean it. This week has been amazing."

Lincoln turned, so he was completely facing her. "It has been amazing." He agreed.

"Wanna know a secret?" Kate asked him, smiling secretively. Lincoln didn't reply, merely gently pushing her hair out of her face. She took that as a yes. "I'm leaving Adam." She said softly, as though somebody else might overhear.

"Really?" Lincoln asked, trying not to sound too surprised.

"Really."

"Why?"

"I feel differently about you than I do about him. With you, it's like... with you, I feel sunny."

"Sunny." He repeated, confused.

"Sunny."

"I don't know about 'sunny'," Lincoln started, "but I really care about you." She smiled in response, an expression that he returned.

"Did Michael say what his plan was? How long this was going to take?" Kate asked.

"No, no he didn't. Why?"

She shrugged. "I can't wait to get back to work, back to the hospital. I'm sure I missed a ton of surgeries. It'll be good to get back.

"Yeah."

Kate tilted her head slightly. "Is everything okay?" She asked, concerned. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but he'd sounded almost... well, almost sad.

"Do you have any tattoos?" Lincoln inquired suddenly, out of nowhere.

She gave him a strange look. "Excuse me?"

"Do you have any?"

"Um, no, but-"

"Have you ever gotten high?"

"No, but-"

"Have you ever committed a felony?"

"No, but-"

"Have you-"

"Lincoln!" Kate snapped, determined to get a word in edgewise. "What are you doing? Why are you asking me these things?" He held her gaze for a moment, before rolling over and standing up. He started to get dressed quickly. "Linc?"

Lincoln turned around to her. "Have you ever intentionally hurt someone you really care about?"

She sat up, eyes searched his for answers. What was he talking about? Why was he asking her these things? Kate still wasn't sure exactly what they were doing, where their relationship was going, but she knew that whatever it was, she had liked it so far. But Lincoln seemed to be almost deliberately trying to ruin it. That was strange because it contradicted everything he'd said just minutes before, about caring for her.

"Have you?" His voice broke into her thoughts like a rock through a window.

"Lincoln..." He seemed to take this as an answer, and continued putting his clothes on at lightspeed. Kate sat up.

"What are you doing?"

Lincoln stopped moving again, midway through buttoning his shirt. Get it over with, quick. Like ripping off a band-aide, he thought. "I don't think we should do this anymore. I think we should stop."

Kate's brow furrowed. "What do you mean?"

"I mean..." Lincoln ran a hand over his head anxiously. "I mean we shouldn't do this." He gestured wildly, encompassing her, the bed, the room.

"Why?" Confusion was etched across her face.

Lincoln took a deep, steadying breath. "All those questions... and me... We should just stop!"

Hurt was beginning to replace Kate's confusion. "So you're seriously ending this because I don't have a tattoo, and I've never been high, or committed a damn felony?"

"No. I'm ending this because... God, I just... We can't do this anymore, damn it!" Lincoln stated, raising his voice now. He lingered where he was for a moment, before quickly crossing the room to the door, and stepped outside, slamming the door behind him.

Kate slumped against the head board, trying to figure out what exactly had just happened. The thing she understood the least was where this outburst had come from. One moment they'd been fine, the next he'd been yelling and their relationship had been over. Nothing had gone glaringly wrong, just all of a sudden, it was over. For all the talking and the sharing and the sex, Kate had nothing to show for it. He hadn't even been able to give her a half-decent reason for why this had ended. Maybe he'd just been toying with her the entire time. He was, after all, sentenced to death. And if Kate had been sentenced to die, she'd probably try to live life to the fullest with what she had left too. Live for today, not tomorrow. Ha! What bull. Maybe that was it. Maybe he was just using her. She realized that a few rogue tears were slowly traveling down her face, so she brushed them quickly away. He would, no doubt, be back at some point here, and it wouldn't do for Lincoln to see her crying over him. Kate crawled slowly to the edge of the bed, where her clothes laid on a heap on the floor.

It took longer than she'd anticipated for him to return, but that was okay with her. As far as she was concerned, if he dropped off the face of the earth right now, that would be just fine, as long as he left the car keys behind. Nearly an hour later, however, Lincoln returned and found her lounging on the other bed, leafing through a newspaper.

"Look, I-"

"Don't talk to me." Kate ordered sharply.

"I just-"

"Don't."

Lincoln stared at her for a moment, before going to the other bed. He found a Bible on the nightstand, and began to read it. After about five minutes, he looked over at her again. "We have to-"

"I said don't!"

"-start driving tomorrow, to get there in time. That's all." Lincoln finished firmly. He hated what had transpired in the past sixty minutes, but he also knew that it was absolutely necessary.

Both were silent after this, and tension filled the air, to the point that it was almost palpable. Neither spoke for the rest of the night, and in the morning only short, terse, strictly mandatory sentences were uttered by either. When they finally left the inn, the last week seemed nonexsistant. Forget the innumerable good times they'd shared; all that either of them could think about was the heartbreaking conflict the night before. For the first little bit, Kate was half-expecting for him to apologize at any moment. Indeed, she saw him looking at her more than once, as though he was about to, but evidently he changed his mind every time as he never said anything at all. And so they drove again... in silence.

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