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Disclaimer: I do not in any way, shape, or form own Prison Break. It's just really fun playing with the characters.

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A/N: This is a Michael/Sara fic with a twist. Michael is able to copy the key from Sara's keychain and she doesn't have an overdose or get fired. Charles doesn't die in the infirmary.

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Everything had gone according to plan. With one notable exception.

Lincoln was about to exit the window and climb across the rope but Michael stopped him.

"What?" he asked his brother.

Michael smiled a little. "I'm not going."

"What? Michael, what are you talking about?" Lincoln asked, incredulous.

Michael's smile grew bigger. "There's a girl..."

Lincoln rolled his eyes. "Oh, for the love of ... you're kidding, right?"

Michael shook his head and withdrew a piece of paper from his pocket. "This is everything you'll need to get to Panama. I'll see you there in five years."

Lincoln took the paper but shook his head. "Michael, you're going to get busted. They're going to add more time to your sentence."

"Not if I tell them that T-Bag, Sucre and Abruzzi threatened to kill me as well as my only brother if I ratted them out."

Abruzzi had already passed them and made his way across the yard to the other side of the wall, and C-Note was heading after him.

Lowering his voice, Michael said, "I gave Abruzzi a fake address. The cops are going to be waiting for him there, I'll ask for him to be taken to another prison, and his hit men are already taken care of, so he won't be an issue for me in here. T-Bag is a character of habit, so they know where he's going to be headed, and I'll tell them that Sucre told me he was going to be Mexico, but he and Maricruz will be going with you and LJ to Panama."

T-Bag had made his way passed them and across the line, and now Charles was working his way over.

"Charles told me where the money was buried, and it's written down there, just don't lose that paper. Everything is taken care of, Linc, all you have to do is cross that line."

Lincoln looked out the window at his freedom, and then back at his brother with sad eyes.

"A girl, huh?"

Michael smiled again.

"And she's worth five years in here?" he asked him.

Michael nodded. "She's worth finding out."

Lincoln nodded. "You stay alive in here, Michael. I'll see you in Panama. Five years."

Michael nodded, and he and Lincoln embraced.

"You stay alive out there," Michael said to his brother's back, clapping him a few times before letting go.

"Done." Michael sighed. "Besides, it might be nice for one of us to not be on the run, employment wise."

Lincoln smiled, and with one last look at his brother, made his way out the window and after the rest of the escapees.

Once he knew they were safely across the line and in the van, Michael made his way to the phone in the infirmary.

"Sound the alarm. There's been a breakout."

As he hung up the phone, Michael's last thoughts before slamming his head into the door frame, cutting his forehead then dislocating his own shoulder, were that he hoped Sara wouldn't hate him.

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Sara was the first to reach the infirmary, as she'd been heading back there anyway to grab her forgotten purse, and was one hallway away when the alarm went off. She heard yelling coming from the infirmary and increased her pace.

She recognized the voice coming from inside the infirmary and her hands started shaking, but she managed to get the door unlocked.

"Michael!" she cried, spotting his bloodied form lying on the floor. "What happened?"

Michael's vision had become a little cloudy from both the head injury as well as the blood loss, and he had to blink a few times before he could make out Sara's form above him, cradling him in her arms.

"Sara?"

Sara nodded, helping him to his feet, but then noticing the blood pooling around his mid-section, she helped him onto a nearby bed.

"Michael, I need you to tell me what happened."

"They es-escaped, and they w-were g-gon-na kill m-my brother if I t-told the w-warden." Michael's shivering wasn't an act, and he was starting to worry that he'd made his injuries too severe.

"Michael, I'm giving an injection, your body is too weak and you're slipping into shock. I need you to stay with me."

Michael fought to stay conscious, but he felt Sara's voice slipping further away as his eyes closed against his will.

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End Chapter One.

I hate reading cliffhangers, but I live writing them. And I like the movie Cliffhanger ... anyway, please read and review, I love getting feedback.

Will try to update soon, but I've got a bunch of fics going, so perhaps a few reviews will entice to finish this one first?