A/N: Oh, hey again! So I was at work today, and I wanted to write a little story. It's similar to my last one, but it's a little happier. Same subject though- same spoilers for season finale.

Disclaimer: Not mine... I wish, but now. Prison Break and Michael and Sara and etc all belong to Fox and Paul Scheuring and all those other folks. Please review! Reviews are like the children I don't have yet...

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"Michael?!" Sara cried as she sat up from sleep with tears in her eyes, gasping for shaky oxygen.

"It's alright," Michael told her, "I'm right here, mommy."

The boy was eight-years old now and this is how he understood the situation: every morning, his mother woke up at 7:45 am, Michael woke up at 7:30 am. The boy would then walk down the hall to his mother's room and stand beside her bed to watch her for a few moments. If his mother seemed quiet and peaceful, Michael would return to his bed and wait until his mother would retrieve him.

But this morning, like many mornings before, his mother would toss and turn and cry out in her sleep.

Those are the mornings he waits in her room for her to wake up, silent and curious- sympathetic and helpless.

"Michael?" She slurred as she woke, reaching out with trembling hands. The boy took them in his own and inquired gently, "Did you have a bad dream, mommy?"

Sara chuckled sadly and fell back onto her pillows, "Not exactly, baby."

"Did you dream about daddy, again?"

"Yeah." She explained simply, "I wish you could have known him, Mikey. He loved you so much."

Michael pondered this for a moment, "Uncle Linc says I don't have to meet daddy to know him."

Sara found the statement disarming, and couldn't stop herself before asking, "What do you mean, baby?"

The young boy snuggled closer to his mother and looked up at her with overwhelming reassurance, "Uncle Linc says that if I take a little bit of you, a little bit of him and a whole lot of me, it's almost as good as the real thing."

Sara's smile spread across her face and she felt warm tears well up in her eyes, "You know what, baby? Your uncle Linc is a very, very smart man. Don't let anybody tell you different."

"I won't, mommy. Do you feel better now?"

"Yes." She laughed in reply.

"Good," Michael said smiling, "That story always makes me feel better too. Do you want some cereal, Mom?"

"I would love some cereal, baby."

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A/N2: OH HAI AGAIN! Click r'view?