A/N : Okay, so for some reason or another, I'd promised myself that I wouldn't write a Michael/Sara season 4 reunion fic, but these words just hit me, and I HAD to write them down. Else, I would've never let myself get to sleep. I'd be completely restless. So, either way - please please please tell me what you think? Please? Tell me you like it?
Love, XO
There are tears that shine like a smile, sobbing like a sunrise for the truth. (J. Forman)
He'd been seeing her everywhere ever since the news of her death had reached him. Even the greasecovered walls of the Sona prison had somehow screamed her presence to him. It had gotten worse outside of them, though, he couldn't deny that fact. It physically hurt to walk down the street, the insides of him yearning for a glimpse of her form, a flashing of sun that would light up her hair as she walked towards him.
Yet now that she was standing in front of him – he was petrified. Scared that if he even took the slightest of steps towards her, or form her name in his mind, she would somehow disappear and even as he would run towards her fading figure, his hand would only cut the air as he tried to reach her.
"Sara."
Was it his voice? Was it Lincolns? It didn't matter, because whoever it was to call out to her, Sara Tancredi stood tall, her lips attempting to curl into a soft smile. It didn't reach her eyes. He remembered now, the memory of the first real one she'd granted him without her guard up, her first moment of being free around him, hitting him hard, making him gasp for breath.
His fingers flexed of their own accord and a slight push in the back from his brother told Michael that there'd been enough. Enough of the staring in disbelief, enough of the sleepless nights craving for her warmth beside him. Enough. There was only her now, and only this moment.
She was all that mattered to him.
He took a step forward. One. The last thing he should be doing was rush her. Her eyes spoke of what she had experienced these last few weeks and sweeping her into his arms without so much as a fair warning could be the worst thing to do.
She might be bruised, he considered. Battered. He shivered, and it seemed as though she felt his need of her, because the next minute she stood mere inches away, as her breath blew warmly on his skin.
"Hello, stranger.."
A raised hand to his cheek and then her fingers were on his face, trailing up and down, as if she too were scared of it all being a dream. A beautiful illusion.
His own tangled in her hair, twisting a strand of auburn – the color had gotten back to natural, and her hair was longer now – around his indexfinger.
She lay her head on his shoulder, closing the gap that had still existed between their bodies, her fingers now away from his face and gripping his upper body tightly, squeezing his shoulders as they shook with a first sob.
"We're alright," she whispered, "I'm here."
And all he did, all he could do, was whisper the name of the woman who meant more to him than anything else onto the bare skin between her shoulderblades.
"Sara."
And? What did you think? Pleaaaase review? Please? I know it was short, and not what you're used to from me, but please tell me you like it? Love, XO