Title: Cosmos
Characters: Sara Tancredi, Michael Scofield, Others
Summary: So many universes. Happily orbiting, unreachable...
Genre: Therapy. Fluff. Post-Sona. AU.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Prison Break? Not mine.
A/N: One could say that, if Chaos was my response to What Happened, this is my response to how I'll deal with it. And one would probably be right.


"Uh, yeah, what's up, Doc? Everything okay?"

"Oh, not so good," she sighed. "I don't know where my head's at, right now. Everything feels...disconnected. Like my world's not real anymore... But, worst of all, I can't find Michael - or, rather, he can't find me."

"Wow. You know, that question was kinda rhetorical. Most people'll just go 'Yeah, nothing much. S'all good - how 'bout you?'... But, hey, you needed to vent. Anyway, don't worry - I know just who to call- "

"Ghostbusters?"

"Oh, a pop-culture-referencing smart-ass... I like you!"

"Why, thank you - with the company I keep, it's a survival mechanism."

"Ummm, I'm guessing not enough of one?"

"I've come to that conclusion..."

"Never mind, I know who can help put your world to rights- Speak of the devil... Yo, cuz! Over here!"

"Hey, cuz!"

"Doc, meet my cousin, Fluff. Fluff, this is Sara, or Doc- "

"Doc?! Oh, Bugs, you are kidding!"

"Yeah, yeah, after all these years - who knew? Anyway, Doc here needs your help."

"Hiya, Doc - what's the problem?"

"Oh. Uh, I don't know where to start."

"Beginning's always good."

A while later...

"Bastards! Never mind, I can fix it like it never happened."

"But how? I mean, what do you do?"

"Do? I'm the Fluff Bunny - I try to...make people smile, I guess. Anyhoo, gotta go find cuz - he keeps annoying people with guns- "

"But- Can't you fix- "

"Done! Everything's as it should be. Look..."

She looked across, hearing her name. "Oh, god, it's Michael. And he looks...happy! Gorgeous..."

"Yeah, I'd do him. 'Cept he's not a bunny - we may be easy, but we do stick to our own kind."

"Fluff? Fluff, this another world, isn't it?"

"You mean, like an alternative universe?"

She nodded.

"Who's to say, Doc? How do you know the other one isn't that?"

"Well, I don't think I care what this is. At least, I won't have to listen to any more lame-ass jokes."

"Have they started in with the songs?"

"Oh, yeah! "Put Your Head on His Shoulder"... "I'm Buried in a Box"..."

"Man, I hate the songs - sucks! Be happy, Doc - call me whenever you need me."

She felt a familiar hand on her shoulder, and swung around, smiling.

"Sara, is everything okay? You've been gone for a while and I was starting to worry."

"I'm sorry, Michael, but I'm here, now. And everything's...great." She grasped his hand, and turned, taking in her usual surroundings. "Michael, do you ever feel dis- "

" -combobulated?" he finished, blandly.

" -connected? And you are so not using that in Scrabble!"

"Hey, the deal was whatever words we used during the day," he grinned. "And, yes, I do feel that, sometimes. Mostly when you disappear on me."

"Well, that can't happen again."

"Not in this universe... "


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