Chapter 9

Thursday

3 days until wedding

Sara

"Sara...Sara?!" Heather yelled waving her hand in front of her friends face.

"What! I'm sorry I must've spaced out. What'd you say?" Sara asked.

"What do you think about this one?" Heather repeated holding up the floral arrangement.

"Yeah sure... that's fine." Sara replied absently.

"Sara are you sure you're okay?" her friend asked concerned.

Sara knew she wasn't fine. It had been two days since her fight with Michael and she hadn't been able to concentrate on anything. It was like her body was on auto-pilot and she was just off watching as she threw her life away planning a wedding to a man she didn't love.

"Yeah, what makes you think something's wrong?" she lied.

"Nothing it's just the past few days you've been off in your own little world. Ever since you had that fight with Scofield..."

"This has nothing to do with him." Sara cut her off.

"Are sure you because..."

"Heather, can we please just drop this?" Sara yelled angrily.

"Sure..." she caved in.

"I'm sorry... I'm not feeling well right now, I think I'm going to go home and get some rest."

"Okay, I'll call you later." Heather called to her as she rushed out of the door.

Michael

Michael sat on the edge of his bed. It had been two days since the incident with Sara but it felt like two years. God he missed her so much! He would give anything just to talk to her, touch her, or even just see her one last time. But he knew that would never happen. She had made it pretty clear she never wanted to see him again and that she had every intention of marrying that guy on Sunday. He buried his face deep inside his hands hoping it was all just a horrible nightmare. His thoughts were soon interrupted by the vibrating of his phone on the bedspread next to him.

"Hello?" Michael answered.

"Michael, its Linc. I got your message, what's going on?" Lincoln voice replied on the other end.

"Well I thought you might like to know your getting your brother back."

"What are you talking about?" Lincoln asked clueless.

"I'm coming home."

"What?! Why?"

"Things didn't work out." Michael answered as he pulled the shirts from his closet and neatly placed them in his suitcase.

"What do you mean things didn't work out!?"

"It's a long story I'll tell you when I get home."

"Well forget about it, I don't care. We don't want you back."

"Thanks, I love you too bro." Michael scoffed as he continued his packing.

"I mean it Michael don't get on that plane unless Sara's with you."

"That's not gonna happen."

"So that's it? The great Michael Scofield has finally given up?"

"Linc, it's not that simple..." Michael started to explain but was cut off by the knock on his door.

"Linc, I'll have to call you back someone's at the door."

"Fine, but don't think this conversation is over." Lincoln replied angrily.

Michael flipped his phone closed and made his way to the door.

"What are you doing here?" Michael asked as he opened the door to someone he definitely wasn't expecting.