Yay people like my story. It makes me happy. : so happy that I decided to write some more. Here you go. Ch. 2. Enjoy :D

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"No you didn't. She'll be back." Said Lincoln consolingly.

"I lost her. I lost her." Michael kept repeating to himself. He had lost the only woman he had ever cared about. The only one that he had ever thought of spending the rest of his life with. And now she slipped through his grasp. He stood up.

"Where are you goin'?" asked Lincoln.

"Outside, to contemplate the enigma that is Michael Scofield." He replied sadly.

"Speak English bro." Michael looked at him. "I'm going to look at my life and how screwed up it got. And how the only woman that I love hates my guts and never wants to see me again. I need beer."

"Michael. You cant drink your problems away." He said while Michael walked past him into the small kitchen. "Watch me." He said, while holding a six pack.

"Michael…" Lincoln started.

"Linc…just leave me alone. Please." He asked. Lincoln looked at him for a moment longer, then sighing, nodded his head and watched as his little brother went to go and drown himself in his sorrow. "Sara…" Lincoln breathed, then turned around and walked right back downstairs. She wasn't anywhere. "Where's Sara?" Lincoln asked LJ and Veronica, but right when he asked that, out walked Sara with her little bag of things.

"Um, I'm going to go. I cant…I cant stay here." She said, not looking at anyone. Everyone stared at her. "But why?" asked Veronica, finally. Sara closed her eyes. "I just cant stay here. Thanks for everything, but…just I have to go." She started walking towards the stairs, but Lincoln stopped her.

"You love Michael. Don't you?" he asked her. She stopped, then turned around. She closed her eyes and thought a minute.

"No. I don't." she finally said. Lincoln stared at her, but decided to let it drop. "So where you gonna go? Or more importantly, how you gonna get there? The only car here is the one Michael has, and we kinda need that. And we are not gonna take you anywhere, because we want you here, and we have to wait until everyone in this conspiracy has been rounded up. They still want to kill you, you know. So I don't know why your leaving." He finished.

"Lincoln…" she started.

"Unless it has something to do with a certain brother of mine." He interrupted her. "Face it doc, were not letting you leave here." Sara dropped her head and rubbed her hand over her eyes. "Fine." She said finally. She turned around and walked back to the couch and sat down.

"Where's Michael?" Veronica asked after a minute. Lincoln sighed, looked at Sara, and then said, "He's outside. Drinking his problems away."

"And you just let him? Lincoln, he hasn't touched the stuff since you were put on death row." Veronica said exasperatedly.

"Yea, well, you know Michael. It's kinda hard to stop him once he has his mind set on something. Look at that whole Fox River incident." He pointed out. Sara stood up. "Where you goin'?" Lincoln asked her suspiciously.

"To try and stop him." She left the room, everyone watching her. "Man, they got it bad for each other." Lincoln said to the room.

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Sara opened the back door, and looked outside. Michael sat there, staring at the sky, with a full bottle in his hand. He hadn't touched a single one. Michael dropped his head and sighed. "I already told you, Linc; leave me alone." He said angrily. Sara stood there, not knowing what to say. He turned around, and stood up quickly upon seeing who it was. He didn't say anything, but just looked at her, afraid that if he said anything, she would go back inside.

"I came out here…to get you to stop drinking. But since you hadn't touched a single bottle…"she trailed off and started edging her way back inside.

"Sara…why do you care if I'm drinking or not?" he asked her, desperate to keep her outside. Sara started looking at everything but him, desperate to get away from him. She started to see that this was a bad idea.

"They were talking about you. They said you hadn't drunken alcohol ever since Lincoln was…was put on death row. They sounded so worried. The least I could do, for them, was to get you to stop. But since your not, then…I'll just go now." She finished and turned around.

"Sara. Is there any hope, whatsoever, for us?" he asked her. He kept his eyes on the back of her head, hoping that she would answer him, or at least turn around. She leaned her head back and sighed.

"I may have liked you in Fox River. I may have waited for you if you hadn't lied to me. I may have thought about you more than I should have, but now that we're both out…" she turned around. "No. There is no hope for us." Michael sighed and nodded. "That's all I needed to hear." He turned around, threw his still full bottle into the neighboring woods, then strode past her back into the warehouse. He grabbed the keys off the table, grabbed his jacket, then went down the stairs to Veronica, LJ, and Lincoln.

"Well, I'm going to go and turn myself in now. There's no reason to stay here." He said halfheartedly to the room.

"What! Uncle Mike, no not yet!" exclaimed LJ.

"Why so soon?" Veronica asked him. "Stay here with your family for a little while longer. There still going to put you in a holding cell until morning anyways."

"I don't care. I just need to leave. I need to get away from here. Thanks for everything you did Veronica. I'll… I'll see you guys later." And without waiting for a response from them, he turned right back around and left. He went back outside, and saw that Sara was standing against the railing and staring into the woods. He stared at her for a second, then walked down towards the car. She saw him.

"Where are you going?" she asked, a hint of desperation in her voice.

"I'm going to turn myself in. I cant stay here." He said. He slowly walked back up towards her and stood in front of her.

"Don't do that." She told him quietly. "You'll hurt them." Michael lowered his head and sighed in defeat. He brought his hand up to her face and held it there, because surprisingly, she let him. Sara closed her eyes, trying to fight back tears.

"It was real Sara. You and me. It's real." Without moving his hand from her face, he slowly lowered his head, watching her every step of the way. She hadn't moved. He finally pushed his lips against hers, and after a moment, she pushed back. Michael inwardly cheered for joy, but that brief moment was cut short when Lincoln came running out. Sara immediately pushed him back, and Michael could not help but glare at his brother. "Mike, you're not leaving. We need the car anyways. How would we leave this place?" he asked angrily.

"It's alright Linc, I'm not leaving anymore. I'll go tomorrow morning." Michael said, smiling slightly. Lincoln looked between Sara and Michael, wondering what happened between them, but then Sara started walking back inside. She didn't look at Lincoln, and she definitely did not look at Michael.

"What happened between you two just now?" he asked, slightly confused.

"I think…I think I just might be able to get her back."

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Sara woke up early the next morning. So early, in fact, that it was still dark out, but she couldn't sleep. She stayed in bed for a while, thinking about Michael and what he did. She knew that a part of her still cared about him. In fact, that part of her cared a little too much about him. If Lincoln hadn't walked out on them the previous night, she would have been kissing Michael Scofield for longer than she should have been. And the thought scared her. It scared her that he still had that effect on her, after everything that he did do to her. She knew that she shouldn't trust him, but a part of her did. Sighing, she decided to get up. A cup of coffee sounded really good at the moment. She made to get up, when she suddenly noticed something. There was an arm around her waist. Not just any arm either. A tattooed arm. She began to wonder how in the hell she didn't notice this, but stopped. That arm felt really good around her. She suddenly felt the need to be closer to the owner of the tattooed arm, so slowly, she inched back until she felt him against her. She smiled, and suddenly felt very tired. i Making coffee can wait. /i she thought tiredly. And after that, she fell asleep. Michael smiled. He had been awake the whole time. There was definitely hope for the two. And with Michael, hope is all he needs to make things right. He fell back asleep, pulling Sara closer to him in the process.

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"She so loves him. Look at them. She may deny it, but she loves him." Lincoln said quietly while staring at the two. They had all slept in the same room, being that it was the most comfortable one in the warehouse, but now, Lincoln had made it his mission to wake everyone in the warehouse. It was proving to be more difficult then he thought. LJ had completely ignored him, Veronica had clung to him, pleading five more minutes, and Sara and Michael…they were completely in their own world, not even moving when he had told them to wake up. He sighed. He was starting to wish he had never even started this task. Suddenly Veronica, who had woken up after her promised five minutes, came rushing into the room.

"Everyone! Wake up! There clearing Lincoln and LJ as we speak! There arresting the president! There arresting everyone! Come on, wake up!" she exclaimed excitedly. As if they had never even slept, everyone jumped up, except Sara, and ran into the room with the mini-tv. Michael had gotten up like everyone else, but stopped when he noticed that Sara was not after him. He went back into the room to see what she was doing, and he saw that she was sitting on the little makeshift bed, staring at nothing at all.

"Sara?" he questioned cautiously.

"We cant do this. You shouldn't have kissed me. Why did you sleep with me last night? I thought I had made it clear that there was nothing between us. From now on, Michael, just leave me alone. Even when this is over. I understand we will have to see each other, but that's just something I have to live with." She didn't even give him a chance to speak. She got up and left the room to join everyone else. This time, it was Michael who was left speechless. i She hates me. /i He thought. / She really hates me /i Michael went and sat down where Sara had been sitting, not caring at all about the news bulletin anymore. He sat there thinking about every possible good thing that had happened between him and Sara. And with all those thoughts of happiness, his heart grew heavier and heavier, because he knew that he would never know that again. Veronica came in. "Come on, Michael. We're leaving now." He looked at her, then stood up slowly. He walked over to her, and Veronica, noticing how sad he was, reached up and gave him a hug. A single tear fell down his cheek as he returned the hug.

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