Instead of Michael asking Sara to keep the door unlocked, I wrote my own scene with Michael saying goodbye to Sara. Well, he doesn't actually say goodbye, but you'll get it. I hope ya'll like it. My first "Prison Break" fan fiction. P.S. The kiss never happened in this story. I know, go ahead and hate me….

Disclaimer: I don't own prison break or it characters, but in my dreams I own Wentworth. "Wink"

She was sitting at her desk like always, her hair pulled back into a tight ponytail. A few curls framed her beautiful face, and I wished I could reach out my hand and touch them. I know I can't, though; I'll never be able to.

"Dr., a patient is here to see you." Sara's face lifted from her work, and I looked into her eyes. My heart started to melt as a small smile spread across her face, the smile she only gave to me.

"Thank you." Sara replied. The guard unlocked my hand cuffs, and walked out of the room. I saw the bed, but I couldn't bring myself to walk to it. The whole world seemed to be caving in on me. Finally, Sara lifted herself out of the chair, and walked up to me. My heart started beating faster with every step she took. Somewhere, deep down in my heart, I know that this would be the last time that I am ever this close to her. That very thought makes the emotions in my stomach stir.

"Sara…." Her warm eyes filled with confusion as I struggle with my words. It wasn't suppose to be like this, I wasn't suppose to care this much. My plan had been simple; get my brother out at any cost. What wasn't part of the plan was it being this hard to walk away. But, I wasn't just walking away from the prison; I was walking away from Sara.

"Michael, what's wrong? Are you okay?" Her voice was filled with concern, and I felt my heart flutter. I don't know if it helps that she sounds like she cares, or if it makes it worse. Clearing my voice, I pushed the emotions back down inside my heart.

"I just wanted to say thank you for all the things you have done for me. I know that it's part of your job, but thank you for not treating me like a piece of dirt." Pausing, I let my eyes gaze into hers.

"Michael, no matter how you got here, you seem like a really great person. Besides, who am I to judge?" At that moment, she is the most beautiful thing I have ever laid my eyes on. Lifting up my hand, I cupped the side of her face. At first she is tense, but after a moment she relaxed.

"Thank you Sara. I hope that you always know what your kindness has meant to me. You made time here seem a lot better." Letting my hand linger for a moment longer, I took a step back. It has to be the hardest thing I have ever done. Taking one last look at her face, I turn to leave.

"Michael, why does it feel like your saying goodbye to me?" I froze not knowing what to say. If I turn back around, I don't think I can go through with my plan. What happened to me? When I first came here, I was dead set on my goal: to save Lincoln. Somewhere between then and now, Sara became a main part of why I kept putting the escape off. Taking a deep breath, I turned once again, and took a few steps towards her until there was about an inch separating us.

"I don't know, maybe I am." Her eyes grew big, and her lips parted a little. I wish that I could just trace the outline of her mouth, but that would just make things worse.

"Do you have plans to go somewhere else?" I couldn't help but smile, Sara never stopped with the questions.

"You have way too many questions doc. I was just saying thanks for all you help." I tried to make my voice sound playful, but it was strained, forced. She knows it to; I can see it in her eyes. She brings her hand up to cup my chin. Her skin is soft, almost like silk.

"Michael, what demons are you hiding?" Her question rings through my ears, and the escape plan comes to mind. I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. She is way too close; I can feel the warmth of her body on mine. All of my emotions try to surface, but I push the away. Letting my for head rest on hers, for a moment I forget about where I am. I forget that what I feel is forbidden.

"Sara, why are you making this so hard? Every time I think that I'm making progress, you run across my mind. You are the one thing that has made my time here pass by." My voice is low, I can't finish what I was about to say. It's too hard.

"Well, you haven't made it easy either Michael. Every time you walk in here I feel that everything is going to be all right. I have smiled more with you than I have in the last year. You make me feel safe, and I know that I'm not supposed to feel that." The emotion in her voice stirs something deep with in me. Before I could stop myself my lips pressed against hers. Everything I've been feeling poured into the kiss. I couldn't stop the hurt of knowing this was the last thing that Sara and I would have together, a stolen kiss. Almost as soon as the kiss started, Sara pulled away. Opening my eyes, I find hers still close. I understand, this is wrong and it can't happen. Taking my hands from her face, I take a couple of steps back.

"I'm sorry that shouldn't have happened. Goodbye doctor." The hurt in her eyes is obvious, but I walk out before she can react. I need her to hate me, to think I'm horrible. The guard cuff's my hand, and I take one last look into the room. Sara is looking at me through the glass, her eyes showing her confusion. As I walk back to my prison, Sara's face floats into my mind. The taste of the kiss is still on my lips. A tear falls down my face, but I shake my head. I have to stay strong; I can't let myself think of what could have been. Sara and I are never meant to be, and it is about time I start to deal with that. No matter how much it hurts.

I am going to write one from Sara's point of view. Please tell me if ya'll hate it.