Summary: Michael Scofield JR. becomes fascinated with a clown that he doesn't know kills people. He is only 4. Sara finds out Michael is still alive after 4 years.

Chapter 1. Enjoy. :)

Sara laughed at her sons Spiderman face after it was painted. He ran in circles pretending to spray webs and make noises.

"MJ, come here, if you want to get on the rides, you need your wristband!" Sara called for her little superhero son. He came running over and he put his wrist on the ladies table.

The woman wrapped his wrist in a red wristband that read "Fair: 7-20-2009" On it. She than wrapped one around Sara's wrist. Sara smiled and took her sons hand as they skipped to the fair.

MJ stopped and looked around. He pointed to the Ferris wheel and squealed. "Mommy, that one! I want to go on that ride so I can pretend to be Spiderman at the very top!"

Sara laughed. "Okay little super hero, lets go." They both walked towards the ferris wheel and waited for their turn. Sara held onto MJ's hand and looked at the very top. She really didn't like heights.

The time when Michael had saved her from the riot filled her mind. The way he brought her safely to the ground she'd never forget. Tears filled her eyes but she flushed them back as the ride stopped.

MJ was pulling on her hand for her to hurry up. They got into a individual cart and it lifted up. MJ looked down and laughed. "Mommy, everyone is so small!" He made the Spiderman sign with his hand and pretended to spray people from below.

Sara laughed and watched her son. "Yes, because you're Spiderman and you're so high up in the air from swinging." Michael leaned back and nodded. "I am a superhero!" Sara smiled and hugged MJ.

"But I only will save my mommy from the bag guys." MJ said matter of factly, which made Sara think of how much alike him and his father are. "Aw, you're so sweet. Thank you." Sara hugged him.

MJ hugged her back. They sat like that for a while, the wind blowing through their hair, the fresh breeze breezing over them, and than the ride stopped and people began getting off as their cart hit the bottom.

Sara got out and than grabbed her son out to. They walked over to the go-carts.

"Mommy, can we do those!" MJ screamed, pointing to the go-carts.

"Yes." Sara laughed. "Come on." They walked to the go-carts and perfect timing, the ride was over.

Sara got in the passenger side and let MJ drive them. She was surprised at how much he's learned in driving a go-cart. He was almost 5 years old. Sara blamed LJ. When LJ came home for a break from collage, he took MJ go-carting almost everyday.

MJ bumped into almost every car each 50 times, causing Sara to jerk forward and become nauseas. But she kept a smile on because her son was not only smiling, but his cute laugh filled the air each time a bump occurred to their go-cart.

Once the ride was over, MJ went and rode a ride that spun around the circles, he than rode a dragon ride that took you up and down, he rode the go-carts again, this time with a little blond girl, and he tried to win a couple of prizes.

"You hungry?" Sara asked her son after he got off the t-cup ride, a ride that went around the circles over and over.

MJ smiled and nodded. "Yes! Can I have pizza mommy? And a juice?"

Sara smiled and grabbed her sons hand, they went to a pizza stand and grabbed a couple pizza's, a juice box and a water for Sara. They sat down at the tables and ate.

"You having fun, hun?" Sara tore the tip of her pizza off and ate it.

MJ waited until his pizza cooled down. "Yeah! But I am a little dizzy. When are we going home?"

"Whenever you're ready, MJ." Sara said, tearing another piece of pizza off.

MJ nodded and began to eat his pizza. "Mommy, are you lonely?"

Sara choked on her pizza. "What?"

"This girl said if I don't have a daddy, that means you're lonely and sad."

"No, that's not true. I'm fine. You're daddy is in my heart. And I have you." Sara smiled reassuringly. "Now don't get worked up about it, eat your pizza and go have fun until you can't stand."

Michael smiled and nodded. "Okay mommy."

After about 15 minutes of sitting down and relaxing, Sara felt confident that both hers and MJ's stomachs where ready to go on more rides. They walked through the park looking for a ride they didn't go on and MJ stopped.

"What's wrong MJ?" Sara looked down at her son. He was staring a group of boys that looked like they where about 10-12.

"Mommy, they where being mean to me. When the girl said you where lonely on the t-cup ride, they where in there to and they said it's because nobody was there to um... pleasure you." He paused. "I don't remember."

Sara's eyes widened. They where telling her son all of this non sense. The last thing he needed to know was all of that.

"Aw, baby, ignore them. Come on, how about you go on that ride." Sara pointed to a choo choo ride and Michael ran to it. Sara followed and stood by the railing, watching her son get on it.

Sara smiled and waved at her son each time he came around to her, than looked around the park. She looked at the exit, which was nearly abandoned and saw a clown standing there. Personally, Sara wasn't a huge fan of clowns.

The clown waved at her. He held a big red balloon. Something about it didn't seem right, she looked around to see everyone else walking right past it. The clown began gesturing her to come closer. She swallowed and looked away, just in time for MJ's big "HELLO" as he past her.

She hesitantly looked back over at the fence and the clown was gone. She sighed in relief and watched as the train stopped. MJ got out and ran towards her.

After what seemed like 5 hours later, MJ rode about every kid ride 10 times today in the park, they had something to eat again, MJ won a spiderman stuffed animal and they went home.

MJ looked so tired Sara felt the need to carry him though he was walking perfectly fine.

She unlocked the door and turned on the light, and shut it. "Go to the bathroom, honey, so we can wash your face, okay?"

"But I'm-" MJ yawned. "I'm spiderman!"

"I know, but your mask is wearing off. Come on, go to the bathroom." Sara locked her door and MJ obeyed.

Sara walked into her room and took off her shirt. She stood in the mirror and looked at herself. She lost major weight, she'd give herself that, but it won't change the scar down her stomach from a C-section.

Bad memories flowed through her mind and she took off her pants and slid into a robe. She slid into slippers and walked upstairs to bathroom.

When she walked in, MJ was standing over the bath tub, his head peaking in between the curtains. He was laughing uncontrollably and waving.

"MJ" Sara said urgently.

MJ turned his head than looked out the window again. He than stepped down from his spot and sat down on the toilet.

"What where you laughing at?" Sara asked, gathering a wet wash cloth and wiping the paint clean off his face.

MJ closed his eyes and smiled. "This nice clown."

Sara stopped the wash cloth on his cheek. "Clown?" She remembered seeing a clown earlier, but thought it was for show. "Oh." She wiped again. "What did he look like?"

"He had a big giant red nose and big puffy red hair! He was also carrying a red balloon! But when I turned back around he was gone."

"Oh." Sara swallowed. "Okay. Brush your teeth and go to bed, you need to be up early for day care and I need to go to work."

MJ grabbed his tooth brush and brushed his teeth.

He said his good nights to his mom and she tucked him in bed. She kissed his temple and left the door open as he liked it. She than walked downstairs and went to her room.

She also brushed her teeth and turned off her lights, tucking herself in. She looked over at the other side of her bed and tears began filling her eyes.

"Why.." A question she asked every night. She mourned every night. Losing Michael is still hard on her after 4 years and she doesn't know why. She doesn't fully except the fact he died. But than again, she was there, she was there when he died. And it's been 4 years, he's dead, of course.

She let the tears run down her face until she fell asleep.