A/N : Hey you guys, I'm back again. Yes, erm- so I started a new story. You know I can never stand to see MiSa apart, esp after a season finale. So with this story, I will try to make it right. But I will only continue if you guys like it, okay? So please, PLEAAASE let me know wether or not I should continue with this?

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Love, XO

The liquid was brown. Darkness had melted with the small drop of white that had seeped into it, softening both the taste and the color. The cup placed to her lips, it's contenents filling her mouth. She winced and trailed a finger past the redness of her lips. The bitterness was still there.

"Miss Tancredi…" a soft voice with a heavy accent shook her out of her thoughts. Sara's eyes snapped up to the person, her disoriented feeling fading by the second. She remembered what happened now.

"You sacrificed everything for me once..."

"Michael – no"

"...now it's time to say thank you."

"Are you ready to give your statement now?" She nodded, even though she felt nowhere near ready to lie. Michael wanted her to, and that made the task just a tad bareable, but he... She angrily wiped at another tear. Some thank you he had given her.

"...and I'm going to do whatever I can to help you...okay?"

Her tired eyes looked around the policestation. The white and lightgreen walls looked like they tried to put her at ease, but that wouldn't happen. Where she saw lightgreen, her heart showed her the dark and filthy corridors of the place where Michael probably was right now. It had all turned bitter.

She didn't even know what happened to Lincoln. Didn't even know where the brother was that Michael had saved, the free man. Had he once again been cuffed and put behind bars? Had his freedom only lasted half a day?

"So you are saying that the other man tried to shoot your friend first, before said friend fired his own gun?"

Sara gave a determined nod. "It was a matter of legal self-defense."

The agent raised his eyebrows at her, even though the warm, forced smile didn't leave his face. "Legal self-defense, eh?" His finger brushed his moustache briefly, like Sara had seen in several movies of the kind. After all, it's always the same story, isn't it? Boy meets girl, breaks out, finds girl again, girl gets kidnapped, boy finds girl on train, girl gets arrested, girl finds boy, girl kills man...boy takes the blame. The love is always a constant, even when they are separated. Because girl cannot live without boy anymore.

"Then why was he holding a gun to your neck?"

Hah. Good question. "Because he was afraid that you'd shoot him if he just walked out of there."

"A policist," the officer by the door defended himself in flawed english, "only shoots when necessary."

Sara cocked her head with a small grin. "We didn't know that at the time.The only reason why Michael came out with a gun to my face was because he was trying to keep us both safe for a moment." Because he wanted to save me by sacrificing himself.

The men nodded. "That will be all for now. We advise you to stay in the neighbourhood, maybe check in in a few days to see what happened to your friend."

The screeching of the chairs made her shiver...it reminded her of the closing of bars in front of a man's face, his worried eyes darting around. The feeling of being trapped overwhelmed her. "Miss Tancredi? Are you good?" A warm, foreign hand forced her goosebumps to go down, but made her recoil because of the unfamiliarity.

"I'm okay." She put a strand of hair behind her ear and raised her chin in the hopes of feeling better. "I'm okay."

-

Lincoln was waiting for her when she got out. His brows were knit together in concern and his eyes looked at her intently. Sara blinked at the bright afternoonglow that covered the streets and walked into his arms. The closed around her, and she was comforted by the connection to Michael. Lincoln too know what had happened on that boat...and before. He was an eyewitness to the history that was etched into her heart, her soul and being. Lincoln knew.

"This is just another bump in the road for him, you know..." His voice uttered slowly next to her head. He sounded confident and strong, but Sara guessed that he only wanted to be strong so she wouldn't break down. Something he knew Michael would want him to do.

"Yeah."

-

Lincoln wrapped her in his arms, feeling her body tremble slightly because of the sadness that he knew must be rolling through her like the waves of a stormy sea. He sighed inwardly. Why did Michael always have to be the hero?

Because he is Michael, and that is what he does. His mind is constantly working, making up plans to save the people he loves most. And there is no doubt in Lincoln's mind that he loves Sara with all his heart.

When the spanish boy complimented 'not the boat' and Michael's eyes found Sara in the distance, the elder brother felt the waves of emotion flowing through Michael. Relief, confusion and most of all love. Pure love, honest love. Love like his younger brother had never felt before.

When they were on the boat, anxiously awaiting Sara's arrival so she could sail into the sunset with them, Michael had turned to him with the question to take care of Sara if anything were to happen to him. He'd nodded his head but immediately brushed it off by slapping his brother amically on the back. "We're two inches away from the finishline, Michael. You can stop your worrying now. It'll be fine."

A lot can happen in two inches.

"Have you eaten?" Sara shook her head. His arm closed around her waist and he led her down the street, to where he had seen a food stand. It looked greasy and filthy, but hey! It was food.

Sara gave him a feeble smile when she saw the 'goods' the man was offering. A finger pointed towards something that looked like a hot dog, and she cleared her throat. "One...por favor?" The salesman smiled and nodded, giving her a wink for daring to try on another language. "Lincoln, do you want anything?"

He shook his head. "I ate on the boat."

She nodded in understanding and turned her eyes to the heap of fattening ingredients now pushed into her hand. A big sigh escaped. "Well," she bitterly said, "don't have to watch my weight anymore, right?"

Lincoln took the blow and digested it before deciding to lighten the athmosphere a bit. "Michael will still love you when your fat, you know."

A soft laugh reverberated through the air. "Thanks, Lincoln."

He placed his hand on her arm. "Anytime, doc."

-

He stared at the liquid flowing from the walls. Drop per drop rolled into the small puddle that had formed on the floor next to his feet and after seven hours of it doing so, it stopped fascinating him. What held the thrill was the image of it that his brain received. Every now and then, when he blinked, the puddle would half disappear into the darkness, only to have one half of it reappear again. His eyes were swollen and stinged.

But when he closed them entirely, a whole other vision greeted him. "not the boat, señor" Sara stepping out onto the boat, holding her hand to her eyes and smiling when she noticed him. His heart lighting up, the emotion that flowed through him...until someone moved in the neighbourhood and 'accidently' kicked Michael.

She was probably mad at him right now. He hoped she would be. Hoped that the anger would drown out the pain, only for a little while, until he was back next to her, pulling her close and telling her that he was sorry for leaving her alone. But that he would rather die than see her in a place like this. Her body would shake, like it had in the shed, and he would envelop her with his body, tell her that he loves her and that everything is alright.

His head swung back and clashed to the wall when another kick was sent his way. Deciding he'd had enough, Michael raised himself and stood as strong as he could. The rain was still attacking the doors and ceiling and he longed to feel it on his fingers. He could imagine her standing in the same rain and thinking of him.

Another shadow was painted against the darkness of the night. The rain soaked the man's clothing and attacked his head with millions of drops. Michael sucked in a breath when the man turned around.

"Oh my God."

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