So, this is my second fan fic! It's very very loosly based on Prison break, with some of the same characters the but story line is very different! Please enjoy!

The loud music and the over-excited drunk people was something that always annoyed Sara each time she went to a bar. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy socialising and music; she just didn't understand people's needs to get so drunk every time Friday arrived. She herself didn't drink and never missed out on anything or had a bad night because of it. But, for the first time in many, many years, she found herself craving something alcoholic. She knew she wouldn't give in as it went against so many of her morals, but damn, she could kill for a shot of vodka or a bottle of tequila right about now. Instead, she swirled her Coke around her glass with the straw and finished it. That would have to do. She was out with her work colleagues, all doctors and nurses, for a leaving party. One of the senior consultants was retiring and what better way to send him off than for everyone to get rat-arsed. Most of the drunk and disorderly medical staff had work tomorrow, but that was nothing unusual. Sara observed every weekend just how many doctors and nurses came to work with raging hangovers and little to no sleep, and patients placed their lives in their hands! Still, I'm not involved, Sara told herself.

Her phone began to vibrate on the bar next to her. She sighed, ignoring it. No doubt there would be world war three when she returned home to her fiancée but right now, she couldn't care less. Things with Fillipe had been sour for a while now, and Sara didn't have the confidence to leave him. What started, as a fairy tale relationship was very different 3 years down the line. They constantly argued, mostly about Sara's long work hours and her lack of interest and hell! Everything seemed to be her fault according to Fillipe. He had become controlling and possessive, and free-spirited Sara struggled with this. He had almost hit her last night and she packed an overnight bag and went to stay with a work colleague. He hadn't actually hit her, but Sara knew if she stayed at home that night they row would just escalate and escalate and she didn't want to end up battered and bruised by an insecure and jealous man.

Sara was a beautiful woman; not in your face beautiful with huge boobs and big blonde hair, but beautiful in a classy way. Her auburn hair fell halfway down her back in loose curls, her big hazel eyes could mesmerize anyone and her slim, not skinny, body was curved in all the right places. Too bad Fillipe didn't know what he had and continued being an arsehole. The phone rang again and Sara decided to turn it off. She would deal with the consequences later.

"Rough day, huh?" She spun around as she heard the deep voice coming from behind her. There stood a man, about 6'2 and breathtakingly good looking. He was dressed in an expensive looking grey suit but the tie was removed from his crisp white shirt and his top button was undone.

"Something like that," she replied. She went to pick up her drink but it was empty.

"Let me get you another," the beautiful stranger said. "What are you drinking?"

"Uh, a coke, please," she said. "Thank you."

A small smile danced across her lips. Fuck you Fillipe, she thought to herself. I DO still have it in me! She took the drink from the man and thanked him again.

"You're hardcore, on the Coke's!" He joked.

"I don't drink." Her reply was blunt.

"And good for you," he replied. "I'm Michael, by the way."

"Sara," she said, sipping her drink. He looked at her. He observed the way her light blue jeans hugged her in all the right places and how soft her skin looked from her off the shoulder cream top.

"Nice to meet you, Sara." He replied. "Are you out with all the docs tonight too?"

"Yup, I am indeed," she said. "It's someone's leaving party and as usual I'm the 'sober boring' one so I'm about to call it a night!"

"Hey, sober is definitely not boring!" He began. "But, if you told my brother that, he'd definitely disagree with you!"

"Plus, I'm not in the mood, a hot bath and a warm bed is much more appealing right now to be honest!" But, she knew that as soon as she went home, the chance of that was rare. She would probably be met by a raging fiancée and a fight, as opposed to a soak in the tub.

"That doesn't sound too bad!" Michael replied, finished his drink. "You a doctor too then?"

"I am," she said. "Emergency medicine."

"So if I happen to fall and break my leg you'd patch me back up!?"

She laughed. Michael loved her laugh. He found it warm and happy and relaxed.

"I most definitely would!"

He didn't know why, but he took a business card out of his wallet and placed it on the bar next to Sara.

"If you er, ever need a structural engineer?!" He said, half smiling, half embarrassed.

"Thank you," she replied, taking in the details written on the card. Michael J. Scofield. Sara didn't know why, but she tucked the card in her jeans pocket.

Suddenly, their moment was interrupted by a raging man. Fillipe, to be exact.

"I've been calling you," he said, looking at her in the face. Sara could see the anger in his eyes.

"I'm in a bar, Fillipe," she replied sighing. "I couldn't hear your calls!"

"Bullshit!" He exclaimed. Michael fought the urge to throw this man against a wall and take Sara away from him. "And who's this?" He turned and looked at Michael.

"Uh…"

"I'm a friend of Doctor Smith's," Michael lied. "Sara and I worked together once while I was a locum, we were just catching up."

"Well, catch up is over, come on Sara were leaving." He took hold of her arm.

"Let go of me," she said quietly, gritting her teeth.

"Did you hear me, I said were going!"

"And I said let go of me!" She got up with a start and rushed out of the bar, angry and embarrassed and upset. She burst into tears and ran away from Fillipe, heading in the opposite direction of home.

So...what did you think? Please review and let me know!