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Author's Chapter Notes:
This is mostly just a story about me missing while they were on the run. I really wanted more,'on the run drama' LOL-and since I didn't get alot, here I am. I'll be posting this one quite slow but I'm really loving this so please let me know what you think! thx for reading!!
“Are you ok?” Linc asked looking down at Sara.

Linc had followed Sara into a dark dirty alley after she had left the courtroom. He had watched her drop against a wall and slide to the ground. Sitting on the dirt she buried her face in her hands. She body racked with sobs she tried to cover with a hand over her mouth.

“He lied-“she gasped through sobs, her body shaking with each cry.

Lincoln knelt in front of her, and placed a heavy hand on her knee. “Sara-“

“He told them he did it!” her lifted her tear-covered face to him. “He lied! It was me!”

Linc studied the woman before him.

She was broken.

He knew little about her but what he did know was that everything she had ever loved had been taken from her because of the help she had given him yet she had still remained strong. Still fought the good fight. Until now. She was truly broken.

“Sara-“He moved closer, “You need to tell me what happened so we can fix it.”

Sara lifted her head from her knees, “We can’t fix this…. it’s all my fault.”

Lincoln watched as she tried to lower her face back onto her knees, he placed his hands on either sides of her face and gently lifted her face. “Sara-what happened?”

She stared at him through tear filled eyes, “He took the blame.”

Lincoln flinched, as if someone had physically punched him. “Where is he?”

“Sona?” she whispered unsure if he had heard right.

“Sona?” Lincoln repeated. He had heard rumors of a ‘Sona’, rumors but nothing more.
Rumors that made him pray that Sara misunderstood, that his little brother was not really in that hellhole. He knew very little about the mysterious prison-only that it made Fox River look like a day care. He felt the air get sucked out of his lungs.

“Sona?” He repeated again.

Sara wiped angrily at her eyes, “Yes. Sona!”

“Fuck.” Lincoln sat back on his heels.

“It’s all my fault.” She whispered staring at Lincoln’s chest. “I did it. He told me he would help me but I never-“ she started, then fell silent as another sob chocked her.

“Sara-“ Lincoln sighed and pulled her to his chest. No longer caring about getting her out of there. If Michael was really in that place-if he was really in that hell-they had to work together to get him out. But that first meant dealing with his loss.

Sara wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and brought herself to rest on his shoulder.
Lincoln rested a hand on her waist then used his free hand to stroke her back.

“Don’t worry, Sara-we’ll get him out. We’ll save him.”

Sara wasn’t sure what was going on. She remember leaving the courtroom in a hurry-she wanted-needed her privacy. It wouldn’t help Michael any if she had a breakdown in front of the police. It wouldn’t help him if she had any breakdown, but she couldn’t bring herself to hold it all in. So she forced herself to hold it all in until she was alone.

Lincoln pushed open the door to the cheap hotel he had just signed them into, he ushered her in with one hand while glancing behind to make sure they were alone.

Sara walked into the little room, barely sparing a glance at the beds; she walked straight to a chair and dropped into it. She wanted to cry. She wanted to scream she wanted to throw up. But she couldn’t. She had used so much energy holding on to Lincoln and sobbing her heart out that he had had to help her walk up the two flights of stairs to their room.

“You ok?” Lincoln asked watching her from across the room.

“Fine.” She dropped her head on the back of the chair. She linked her hands on her lap and sighed. This was all wrong. This whole damn thing was wrong.

“You gave me quite the scare back there, Sara. You can’t just take off like that again. We have to stick together if we’re going to make it through this. I may be free but we still have enemies, we have to be careful. ” Lincoln said slowly, making his way to the mini bar. He pulled out a cup and some water. “You should take a shower,”

“I’m fine.” She whispered back, they had to start. They had to plan. They had to get him out. Lincoln was right-they still had enemies.

“Fine, but your getting a few hours sleep at lest.” He sighed before turning and taking a few steps toward her. “Here drink this then we’ll get you in bed.”

Sara stared at him; a surge of anger hit her. She stood and smacked the glass from
Lincoln’s hand. “I don’t want water! I don’t want sleep! I don’t want to rest! I want to get to work!”

She screamed, glaring at the man before her, tears swelling in her eyes.

“We have to get him out of there!” Sara yelled again.

Lincoln glared down at her, his own anger building. “You don’t think I know that? I want to get him out of there just as much as you do. But we can’t just go off half-cocked. We have to think things through.”

“That’s impressive-coming from you and all-but just how the hell would you like to do that?” Sara spat glaring up at him, “So why don’t you start doing something instead of playing house with me!”

Lincoln grabbed Sara’s shoulders and jerked her away from him. “Shut the fuck up! I’m doing the best I can! This is all your fault why don’t you think of something?”

Sara froze, “Wow that didn’t take long.” She felt a warm tear fall down her cheek followed closely by another then another. “So glad you finally said that. I was wondering how long it was going to take.”

Lincoln dropped his gaze to the floor and turned away, “Goddammit” he swore.

Sara threw her bag over her arm and started for the door.

“Sara-wait!” he turned back and reached toward her. “Sara-I’m sorry.”

Sara paused. She didn’t want to leave; she didn’t want to leave her only connection to Michael. She didn’t want to leave the only person that could help her, the only other person who wanted to get him out of that prison just as much as she did.

“Listen, I’m sorry. I’m just as flustered as you are. I’m not to good with this sort of thing.” He stumbled awkwardly. “I just-damn it-I need you to stay. I can’t do this without you.”

Sara flinched; she turned back, not bothering to hold her tears back. “Don’t apologize I was a bitch.”

“I won’t argue with that,” Lincoln said lightly, trying for humor. “But I wasn’t exactly prince charming either.”

“No,” She smiled, “Not even close.”

Lincoln took a step closer to her, “Sara-I need you. I’m not the levelheaded one; I’m not the calm rational one. I’m the loser who gets his ass thrown in jail; I’m the loser who constantly needs to be saved. Michael’s the genius you gets a prison tattooed on him and saves my life. Now the roles are reversed and I don’t know if I can do it. I need you.” He finished placing a heavy hand on her arm.

Sara placed a light hand over his, “This isn’t my area of expertise, either, Linc. I’m scared out of my mind of failing him. But I’m even more scared of spending the rest of my life knowing he’s in that place because of me and I never even tried.” She moved forward, “Your right about one thing-it was my fault. But I don’t intend to let him take the fall for it. I’ll do whatever, whatever, I have to to get him out.”

“It wasn’t your fault Sara. But I appreciate the help…god knows I’m going to need it.” He gave a heavy sigh then pulled her into a bear hug. “I’m sorry for what I said.”

“So am I.” She whispered into his chest, linking her arms around his back.

“We can’t fight. We can’t waste time. Ever moment we waste is another moment is life is in danger.” He whispered into her hair.

“I know,” he could hear tears flooding her again. “I know.”

“He’s a lucky little bastered to have you though, you know.” He pulled away to give her a charming smile. “And when this is all over you can make him pay for all this.”

Sara chuckled, “When we get him out we can decide on the appropriate punishment.”

“Ewe-um no thanks I’ll leave that to you!” he smiled down at her, he paused for a moment. “We good?”

She smiled up at him, “We’re good.”

“Let’s go save your prince charming.”

“How much money do you have?” Lincoln asked hours later.

Sara sat in the center of the hotel bed; takeout containers shared the bed with piles of files on Sona. Sara looked up from a report and glanced at the man.

“What? Lincoln we already eat.” She sighed heavily.

He shook his head and began pacing the little room. “No…I mean to buy help. There’s no
way we can do this ourselves. We’re going to need help. A lot of help.”

Sara dropped the file, “What do you suggest?”

Lincoln paused, “We hire mercenaries.”

“What?!” Sara gasped. “Mercenaries? As in-“

“Yeah-“Lincoln cut her off. “I know.”

“We can’t trust them, Lincoln. They’re dangerous.” She threw back. “That’s just another set of problems we don’t need.”

“Sara-“He dropped onto the edge of the cheap bed, causing it to sink under his weight. “I know they’re untrustworthy but if we hired the professionals- the really good guys-maybe it could work.”

Sara studied him, “Have you ever dealt with their kind?”

“Well-kinda.” He muttered studying the bit of bed between them. “A little-not really.”

He lifted his head in his defense. “But it could work, Sara.”

Sara sighed. “I don’t know Lincoln.”

“It’s not like we can go in their ourselves, we need muscle Sara. And lots of it.”

She stared at him as she processed his words; she hated the idea but knew he was right.

“Fine.” She breathed, “But if anything goes even a little wrong we pull out.”

“Deal!” Lincoln jumped off the bed. “Now back to my question, how much money do you have?”

Sara buried her face into the pillow to block her sobbing. She knew Lincoln was awake dealing with his own quilt, dealing with his own pain. She knew he wanted to comfort her but she couldn’t bare the thought. He had been gentle and reassuring with her all day but the moment Sara’s head hit her pillow, her thoughts turned to Michael and nothing Lincoln said or did could heal her.

She gasped against her pillow, pulling more of the cloth into her mouth. The only person that could bring her comfort was miles away, paying for a crime she had commited.

Sara circled her arms around herself and let the sobs rack her body.