So I've done some re-vamping. This chapter has had the most change but the basics are the same. More edits to come and then...the rest of the story.

Chapter 2: Blast from the Past

She could hardly believe what she was looking at. A paper crane folded so very neatly. She flipped it back and forth in her fingers for a minute in disbelief. How did he find her? The more important question was why did he find her? Who was Sara to him? She needed answers.

"Hey, what's that?" Lena had returned.

"Oh, it's nothing. I just remembered I've got something due tomorrow so I've got to get going. I'll call you tomorrow."

"Ok. Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just gotta get this done and I need to get some sleep."

"Alright, talk to you tomorrow."

"Yeah, see ya later," Jorden turned for the door, leaving Lena behind. She felt bad but she needed answers and she needed them now. She was walking frantically not really paying attention to who she was shoving out of her way. She finally made it to an open spot and took off full speed for the door.

She bolted out the door into the cool damp night. She was whipping her head from side to side, hoping for some reason that he would be out her waiting for her out on the street. She knew this was not the case, but felt the need to be sure. It would be completely reckless and dangerous for him to be out here, and he had better have known that. In fact, she was positive that he knew that. With that, she stopped looking for him on the street and headed for the back alley. Maybe he was hiding out so as not to be seen. She hoped he knew better than that too. He shouldn't even be out at all. As she rounded behind the building at the end of the alley she was stopped dead in her tracks.

"There you are. I was wondering how long it would take you to get out here."

There was Sara standing around in a dark and concealed alley. If she really lived in this city she would know not to do such stupid things. Did she have any idea how dangerous it was back here?

"I assume you know why I'm here."

"Actually I haven't quite figured it all out yet. I have a lot of questions. Let's start with how you know him," this Sara was testing Jorden's patience. She did not like being jerked around on some practical joke.

"I met him a year ago," Sara replied.

"Really, that's funny. A year ago he was in prison. Too bad, you lose. Thanks for playing," Jorden had had enough of this game.

"Wait, you have the wrong idea. I am who I say am. You have to trust me. They need your help. They are in danger."

"I knew it!" The light bulb in her brain was shining brighter than it ever had before. "You are that doctor from the television. Dr. Sara…Tancredi. You were on trial. But you went free, as well you should have. You helped him…them. Where are they? Can you take me to them?"

"Whoa, slow down. He said you would want to help. I can't take you there, it's too dangerous," Sara said now that the tension had eased and her secret was out. "But they can come to you. That is why I came. They…we need a place to go. We can't go to our apartments for reasons you can figure out."

"Of course, I would hope that all of you are smart enough to stay away."

"They mentioned your place could be a possibility but they would never imagine barging in on you. So I took it upon myself to come and find you and ask you, in person."

"I'm not sure how safe that would be. For them anyway, I haven't seen people lurking around my apartment as of late, but I can't imagine they're far behind. Are you sure?"

"I don't think we have another option," Sara had a very fearful look in her eye.

"Here is my spare key. My building is here," Jorden said frantically writing the address on an old receipt. "I would not recommend coming before 1:00, though, I have a very snoopy old neighbor lady who likes to know everything going on. She'll be asleep by then. Don't come all at once either. It'll cause too much of a commotion and she may wake up," she handed the key and the receipt to Sara.

"Thanks. You know, he made that crane for you. He was hoping to come and see you anyway. You may want to take a closer look at it. Those guys like to hide messages in those things," Sara said very sincerely.

"Of course he did," Jorden replied remembering a few paper cranes they had given to her over the years. They were one blast from the past she would love to be reminded of more often.

Sara turned and started to walk away. "Hey Sara," Jorden called after her. Sara stopped and turned around to face Jorden. "Keep him safe for me?"

"Wouldn't dream of anything else," Sara replied with smile. Jorden smiled back and took off in the other direction down the alley back to the main street. Was this really happening? Was she finally going to see her best friends in this whole cruel world? Jorden could hardly contain herself as she walked down the seemingly never-ending maze of streets back to her apartment.

Jorden, finally, entered her dark and empty apartment. It was not a huge apartment, but had two bedrooms off the main living area. One was hers and the other she used as a guest room on the rare occasion people stayed over. The walls were pretty plain, but Jorden did the best she could with it. With her love of art in general, this was not a difficult task. The bland wall were now decorated in an array of colors and styles that ranged from small metal works to painting and framed pictures. The main living area, not big enough for the name living room, was sparsely furnished with an armchair, a sofa and long, glass coffee table parallel to the sofa. The floor was hardwood, but beneath the furniture pieces was a huge area rug of a rather modern cubic design of blue, green, and red on white. The living area opened to the small kitchen that was separated by a small bar and two stools.

Jorden could not help herself. She collapsed onto one of the stools, dropping her keys on the bar's granite style top. She was filled with excitement and with worry. She knew how dangerous this was for them so why did they insist on coming over here and risking getting caught. She just couldn't understand it.

She moved to the desk in the living area and started up her laptop to attempt to finish some work. She had a few assessments due on Monday so she began reviewing her notes from her sessions. She had a preliminary analysis due on Wednesday, but hoped she could put that off. The work load never seemed to end. Everyone in the country, it seemed, had psycho-killers that needed to be found. Not to mention the help she gave so the agents and investigators didn't lose their minds in the process.

The time was 12:43am. Would 1:00 never come? It seemed an eternity. She kind of really needed to get to sleep. Jorden heard the click of the lock on the door. She froze with her gaze fixed on the door.

"Jorden?" she heard Sara whisper into the darkness.

"I'm here," she whispered back. "Leave the main lights off though. I don't want to draw suspicion. Here," Jorden turned on the desk lamp, which illuminated the main living area. "Better?"

"Much," she heard Sara from the door. Just then, Jorden remembered the paper crane and the message that might be there. Without glancing at the doorway, she ran back to her room, and pulled the paper crane from her wet jeans pocket. Finding it relatively dry, she bent the wing down. Sure enough, she found a coded message that she was now wishing she had more time to decode.

Disappointed, she quickly changed from her wet clothes and brushed through her damp hair then headed out of her bedroom into the living area. Her eyes had to re-focus when Sara found another small lamp on a short table by the door to the spare room.

"So," Jorden said in a small quizzical way.

"He's in the spare room putting down his bag."

"Ah," Jorden forgot that the boys had been in her apartment before. However, she could never remember them being there at the same time. Where were they all going to sleep? She didn't have much space, but she did have an air mattress. No matter what the guys said, Sara got the spare room.

"So was I right? Was there a message?" Sara asked. She had that look in her eye like she was going to try and play cupid.

"You were right, but I didn't have time to decode. Honestly, by the time I got here I had forgotten about the message. Until you came through the door, that is."

"Go and get it. I want to know what it says."

"It can wait."

"No it can't. He'll be here in like ten minutes. You should at least try to figure it out before then," Sara had a very good point. Jorden could not argue with her. She went back into her bedroom and retrieved the paper crane from her bed. She returned to the main room and there he stood.

"Jorden my darling, it has been too long," he said with the most endearing smile that always made her feel like she belonged. She smiled back, but her eyes said something completely different. She could no longer contain her relief that he was safe. Maybe she just needed to see for herself that the closest thing she had to a brother she had ever had was alright and, if only for a little while, out of danger. She practically sprinted across the room into the open and waiting arms of Michael Scofield.