Disclaimer: Don't own prison break-if I did it'd be all about Misa…
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Again my thanks to Jen for betaing-
"We have to get her to a hospital!" Michael screamed from the back seat.
"We can't Mike! You know that!" Linc yelled back, "LJ find us a hotel."
Michael's headshot up, he stared angrily at his brother and nephew in the front seat.
"We don't need a hotel we need a goddman hospital. She's bleeding and I can't stop it."
For once the older brother was the one with the cool head, "Michael, we can get the bullet out ourselves, we've seen her do it a hundred times and we have all the stuff. We'll stay at a hotel until she recovers then we'll get back on the room."
"She could die Lincoln." Lincoln met his little brother's eyes in the revere mirror. "She could die because of me."
"She won't, Michael. She won't die, we're going to take care of her."
"Dad! Turn right, there's a motel five miles that way."
Michael knew his brother and nephew were discussing how to get the bullet out of her stomach and he knew he should be part of that conversation. Instead he dropped his eyes back down to the women on his lap and replayed the moments that lead up to it.
Mahone caught them off guard, or rather caught Sara and LJ off guard. He offered them freedom for the location of their companions. He gave them one chance then fired his gun. Sara knew he would do it, she knew how unstable he was, so she was prepared when he fired on LJ and took the bullet instead. Michael and Lincoln had arrived two minutes after. Lincoln had take care of Mahone to an extent Michael didn't care to know, he was completely consumed by the women laying bleeding on the pavement.
Michael bent his head into her hair; it smelled of sweat and blood. He wanted to gag. He had smelt that enough in prison and on himself, he never wanted to smell it on her.
"I'm so sorry," he whispered placing a wet kiss on her forehead.
He realized he was sobbing, he tried to calm himself down-for her sake.
"We're here!" His nephew called out.
Linc was suddenly at his side pushing him out of the way, and taking Sara into the Hotel room. Michael had wanted to keep up, he wanted to be there for her. He dropped back into the back seat of the car. He couldn't get up, he couldn't help her, and he couldn't even stop his hands from shaking. He stared hard at the bloodstain that now covered the back seat. Her blood…her blood shed for his nephew.
Twenty minutes later his brother came slowly out of the room.
Michael watched his brother walk towards him; he felt his breath catch in his throat. He couldn't read his brother's expression.
Lincoln sat in the back seat and looked solemnly at his brother.
"She's going to be fine."
Michael gasped for breath, tears streamed down his face. "Thank you," he whispered to Lincoln, "Thank you."
"I hate to do this to you man, but I have to."
Michael looked up, "What's wrong? How bad is she?"
"Sara's going to be fine, Michael. It's not her I'm worried about. It's us. I talked to LJ and he's freaked out. Mahone knows he got Sara, I wasn't able to finish the job so he's still coming after us."
"That's the lest of my concerns right now." Michael said finally bringing himself to get out of the back seat.
"Well it shouldn't be." Lincoln stepped out of the car. "If we get caught this was all for nothing. After everything we gave up-Michael I can't go back."
"I'm not suggesting we do." Michael snapped.
Lincoln followed his brother into the hotel room. He watched as Michael dropped to his knees beside the bed and began stroking the doc's hair, kissing her forehead and whispered comforting words.
"I'm so sorry," Michael, whispering, his voice dry and cracking. He kissed her forehead again and again, "This will never happen again. When we get to Panama we're going to sit on the beach and do nothing for hours. We're going to spend weekends in bed sleeping. I'm going to make you dinner until you're sick of my cooking. We're going to lay on the hammock until we're both sun burnt."
"Mike, she needs to rest. She needs to be in one position for as long as possible." Lincoln said slowly.
"Then she will be. We'll stay for a few days-"
"We can't Michael." Lincoln said heavily. "We can't stay."
Michael stared at Sara for a moment, then tilted his head to look as his brother, "What are you saying?" he whispered his voice dangerous.
"You know what I'm saying." Linc responded sadly.
" No I don't because the brother I know wouldn't even think like that." Michael stood and faced his brother.
"We can't save everyone, Michael. But we can save ourselves." Lincoln pleaded softly.
"And what? We just leave her here to bleed to death or get captured? Do you know what they'll do to her, Lincoln? The same thing they did to Veronica!"
"I know that, Michael. Trust me I do. But I can't let my son die either. Or you for that matter."
Michael froze, "I'm not leaving her."
"We have less then a day to get across the border. We could make it if we left right now. Or we could pick her up and pack her into the car and just hope that the constant jumping doesn't reopen her wound."
Michael turned back to the women laying on the bed. He studied her. She was pale from the lose of blood but he could still see bits of color trying to get out. He knew it was only a matter of time before she was well again. She would be well again-if she wasn't injured further. Michael dropped a hand and stroked her cold cheek.
"I can't just leave her, Lincoln."
"They won't be as hard on her as they will us, Michael. I won't allow my son to go to prison for my crimes." Lincoln said firmly.
"She'll pay for our crimes then." Michael whispered as tears built in his eyes.
"This isn't going to be easy, Mike, But this has to be done."
"What?" he whispered staring wide eyed at her.
Sara locked eyes with him. "I was pregnant." She repeated.
Michael shook his head in confusion. That couldn't be. Yes they had had sex but he would have known. He would have felt it. What happened? A realization hit him. He gagged on air, "Oh my god." His head was suddenly in his heads. He killed their baby.
Sara felt the warm tears fall continuously down her cheek. She watched him cry for a few moments. "Now you know why I can't just move on." She muttered.
Michael lifted his head an inch from his hands, tears streamed down his face.
"Oh Sara." He groaned.
Sara closed her eyes her heart broke. She couldn't stand Michael in this much pain. Even after everything that had happened she still loved him.
She opened her eyes again when she heard him stand and fumble towards her. He dropped at her feet and captured her wet hands in his.
"Sara-" he whispered, bring her hands to his lips.
Sara watched with pity as he cried and grasped for her. She let him sob into her hands and even rubbed palms with her hands. She bent her head towards his and laid it upon his. "I'm so sorry." She whispered.
"Don't," he lifted his head and stared at her. "Don't you dare apologize! This is all my fault. If I had taken better care of you, if I had stayed-" another moan cut him off.
"I'm sorry because you lost this child too." She said her own tears residing a little. Sara was even more sorry that she had told him. There was nothing he could do with the information expect pile it up on the rest of his guilt. She bit a lip. "I just thought you might have wanted to know."
"Sara-" he lifted a hand to her cheek. "I'm so sorry."
Sara dropped her head. "I know Michael." She closed her eyes and remembered waking up bloody, in that cold motel room bed realizing what had happened. Then realizing she had lost their child. "But that doesn't change what happened." Her voice grew firm.
"I know-" He responded quickly. "God I know that. But you have to know, I would have done anything to change what happened."
"Not anything, Michael." She whispered sadly. "We can't change history."
Michael pulled away from her, "I didn't know about our baby-" he stopped himself.
"Would that have changed?" She whispered facing him again. "Let's be realistic here Michael. You'd do anything to protect your real family, the rest of the world be damned."
Michael stared at her, "I'm truly sorry, Sara." He slid a hand across her lap toward her hand. She moved it quickly out of his reach; Michael took the hit and stood.
"I'll..go." he didn't want to leave, he didn't want to give her a chance to hate him more. He wanted to stay right where he had been. Curled up on her, feeling her hand in his.
Sara sat in her chair, her arms wrapped tightly around herself. "I'm so sorry Sara. If you believe that or not I am." His voice was drench in the emotions that flooded his body.
"Please leave." She muttered, a single tear running down her cheek. She didn't look at him. "I think it would be for the best."
"Fine." He agreed gently, "But I want you to know that I still lo-"
"Don't." Sara said quickly looking at him, "Whatever else…don't lie to me again. You are NOT allowed to say those words to me!"
Michael bit back another sob, why couldn't she just stab him? Get it over with? Sara Tendcredi killed with her eyes. Michael stared down at her, he killed their child. She had ever right to hate him.
Michael walked himself to the door opened it then turned back. He stared at the love of his life sitting alone. He had done this to her. Ruined her life, forced her to run, killed her father, killed their child then left her for dead. He didn't deserve her forgiveness. He didn't deserve the breath in his lungs. "I love you." He said just loud enough for her to hear then crossed the threshold of her door.
"I'll be back in by tomorrow night." He spoke in a monotone voice, walking through the airport towards his gate.
"So I take it it didn't go well then." Lincoln's voice said gently on the other end.
Michael stared at the airport bar, "No it didn't." he replied.
"Ok, bro-"Lincoln said sadly, "I'll be at the airport when you get in."
"Thanks." He muttered before slamming the phone closed and finishing the walk to the bar. He pulled up a chair before he could think better of this. What was to think better of? He had ruined not only her life but also the life of their unborn child. Michael stared at the bar tender. Their-unborn-child. Child.
He nodded his head, "Whiskey."
He lifted the shot glass to his lips, felt the warm liquor slide down his throat. Once upon a time he would have been grateful that at lest his brother and nephew were safe, since they were the final goal all along so it only makes sense that they were the most important people. The image of Sara laying bleeding on that bed shot through his mind.
"Another." He demanded softly.
His actions had resulted in so many ruined and lost lives the guilt nearly consumed him. But the idea that Sara had been injured-the concept that she had been carrying his child and lost it because of him…it was more then he could bare.
"Another- Fuck it, Leave the bottle." He snapped, downing another shot and refilling his own. She was the only woman he'd ever loved. He'd ruined her. And killed their child.
Michael swallowed another shot, and for the first time in Michael Scofield's life he wanted to self-destruct. He filled another shot.
17 hours later Michael woke up on a bench in Panama. His tie from his suit was MIA as were the first three buttons of his shirt. His pants were covered in bits of vomit, and his shoes looked completely drenched in it. He groaned loudly and dropped his head back, his mouth tasted of alcohol-induced vomit.
"Going for my look, bro?" Lincoln's voice said from a very far distances.
Michael titled his head up and saw his brother standing a foot away.
"Go away-" he muttered, his throat cracking.
"Do I even want to know how long you've been like this?" His brother asked studying him.
"Let's see…since Montana." Michael let his head drop.
Lincoln released a heavy sigh and sat beside him, "You saw her then?"
"Umm…yeah." Michael answered closing his eyes.
"And?" Lincoln promoted annoyed. "What happened?"
"Came, saw and got kick out." He answered sarcastically.
"She wasn't ready, Michael-give her more time." Lincoln patted his brother's shoulder.
"Oh no-" Michael lifted his head and glazed at his brother. "She told me-"
Lincoln watched a look of pure horror flash through his brother's eyes.
"She told you what?" He panicked.
"That she was pregnant." Michael gasped, tears beaming in his eyes. "And that I killed our child." He lifted his eyes toward his brother, "She was carrying my child, Linc. I was going to be a father. But then-"
"Ah shit man," Lincoln said quickly, "I'm so sorry." He tightened his grip on his shoulder. "I really am."
"That's what I said." Michael muttered.
"I didn't know you two even had time-" Lincoln dropped off. "Damn it, I'm sorry."
"Oh we made time," A little smile attached it's his mouth. "It was great, god I love her. It was the best night of my life. And I'm not talking about the sex; I'm talking about actually spending time with her. We laid in bed for hours just talking, not really doing anything. I found out she doesn't like chocolate, and the smell of roses makes her nose twitch. For those few hours we weren't Michael Scofield escape convict and Sara Tendcredi ex doctor. We were simply Michael and Sara." Michael dropped his head sadly, "Now she hates me again. I thought we were making progress…and I guess we were. Up until I left her half dead-"
"Alright bro-" Lincoln stood, "That's enough. Come on, we're going to get you home, into bed and tomorrow you'll have a good cup of coffee and figure out a plan to get her back."
Michael stared at his brother, "You don't get it do you? There's no getting her back. There's no happily ever after for Michael and Sara, there's nothing!" he screamed. "And there never fucking will be!" He stood and waved angrily at his brother. "This was all for you! So now you're happy! You get your son, what the else matters?"
Lincoln gave a heavy sigh curled his fist and punched his brother square in the face. Linc the sink had sunk again. He watched his brother crumple to the ground, "Sorry man, but you deserved it."
Lincoln laid his brother on the little bed and began taking off his shoes. "Damn man, you swimming in shit?" he scrunched his nose.
By the time he finished Michael was relatively clean and tucked contently under the blankets. "Get some sleep little brother," he said fondly stepping toward the door.
"Sara-" Michael groaned, stopping Lincoln's escape of the room.
Lincoln turned to stare at his brother. "You really love her don't you?" he muttered. His brother's words echoed in his mind. YOU left her!! YOU! I wanted to stay! I wanted to be with her! YOU forced me to leave her in that motel! His guilt over everyone that had been hurt because of him nearly matched that of Michael's. But the difference, Michael risked everything to save his life, he had risked Sara's to save his own.
"Sara-" Michael moaned again, reaching out for the invisible women.
Lincoln rested his head against the doorframe as thoughts ran through his mind. After a few moments he lifted his head and looked back to the man groaning in bed.
"Alright, Michael, time for a little payback."