A/N: This is my first Prison Break fic, so please be kind! Also, I own nothing here.
Michael watches his family with a satisfaction he hadn't known in years. So many times happiness was within his grasp, only to be snatched away again. But now, it seemed like the running was over. Finally. Over.
Sara turns and looks at him lovingly. "Care to join us?"
"Without a doubt."
He sits carefully at Sara's left, cautious to not alarm Mike. His son seemed to have recovered from the trauma of the past few weeks, but he didn't want to frighten him anymore.
Sara leans into him and hums with content.
"Mommy?" Mike asks. "So, this is my Daddy?"
"Yep, Mikey. Remember how you said that storms can come back? Well, he did."
Michael smiles. "A storm, eh?"
"It's a long story."
Mike takes a long look at Michael. "I'm sorry I yelled at you."
Michael chuckles. "That's ok, buddy. You were confused. I understand and I forgive you. Do you forgive me for not being here for a while?"
"Mommy said you trying really hard to get back to us. I guess I understand and forgive you too."
"Thank you. And yes, I was trying as hard as I could to get to you. And I think your mommy is the best person I know."
Lincoln clears his throat.
"Sorry, Linc. Sara wins this one."
"Yeah, yeah. Epic love story. Whatever," Lincoln teases.
Sheba leans and whispers something to Lincoln. He grins and turns back to his brother. "Well, apparently I owe Sheba dinner. Something about Michael said I would?"
"You're welcome."
Lincoln stands and helps Sheba up. She winks at the family and begins to walk away.
"Thanks, Michael," Lincoln says as he follows her.
"I think I should be thanking you," Michael calls back.
Lincoln waves his hand as if to say it's nothing.
"Uncle Lincoln is really funny," Mike laughs.
"Oh, the stories I will share with you," Michael says.
Mike smiles and Michael thinks his heart is going to burst.
"So, speaking of dinner, I think I still owe you that filet mignon.
Sara laughs. "After this long, I think a lobster might need to be included as well."
"You're not wrong. I owe you everything, Sara. Absolutely everything. The rest of my life is yours." He pauses. "Let's get out of here."
"Where are we going?"
"Don't care. We're going to start fresh. We can go to Chicago, we can go to Sacramento, we can go anywhere your heart desires. But we're getting out of here. We're going to be the Scofields somewhere happy."
"I think I like that. What about you, Mikey?"
"I want to be a family. Mommy has really missed you, Daddy."
Michael's heart breaks knowing that Sara has lived so many years without him. He can't blame her for moving on, but she still held a torch for him through it all. Every day of his misery is worth it to know she still loves him.
"Oh, trust me, Mike. I missed your mom more than I can say." He stands and offers a hand to Sara. "It's time. We're gonna pack up and go."
"Right now?"
"Right now. Sweetheart, I'm not about to waste any more time."
Sara laughs as she takes his hand. "Then let's go!"
They make their way back to the house and gather the things that Mike will need. Nothing else is wanted. It's tainted and it has no room in their new life.
Two weeks later, the family is moving into a house on the shores of North Carolina. The ocean as their front yard. Mike is happily decorating his new room with Lincoln and LJ while Sheba helps Sara unpack the kitchen.
Michael is in the front, discussing the top of the line security system with the installer.
"Mr. Scofield, you'll be very happy with this purchase."
"My family is everything. Whatever it takes to keep them safe."
He looks to the house and sees Sara smiling at him through the window. He's home.
Later that night, after Mike has gone to bed and Michael is convinced that everything is locked up tight, he enters the bedroom to find Sara with a definite purpose in her eyes.
"Well, Doctor Tancredi, it seems we're finally alone," he whispers.
"It's Doctor Scofield," she replies with the same tone he remembers from all those years ago in Fox River.
"Even better," he says as he closes the distance between them and captures her lips in a soul-searing kiss.
They had so little time like this. The weeks between being supposedly exonerated and her arrest at their wedding reception were too brief. It feels like they're newlyweds again.
"Sara, I—"
She cuts him off with another kiss. "Michael Scofield, I swear if you do not make love to me right now, there will be consequences. Do not be an idiot."
He blinks a few times, still unsure that his life is finally this perfect. "I've been told I'm pretty smart, so I guess I'll do as I'm told."
"Good."
As he kisses down her neck, he's fairly sure she's no longer thinking he's an idiot.
Later that night, as the couple lays in a tangle, Sara giggles. "Oh, let's not wait a decade to do that again!"
"Nope, every night for the next eight years. We're making up for lost time."
"Don't make promises you can't keep, Michael. I might hold you to that."
"First she makes me promise her a surf and turf dinner, and then nightly love making for years and years. I feel like you might just be the perfect woman."
"And don't you forget it!" She kisses him again. "I love you, Michael. Please, promise me you'll still be here in the morning. I'm so scared this is just a dream."
"I'll be here. Don't worry about that. You are definitely stuck with me now."
Sara yawns. "You're stuck with me too." And she drifts off to sleep.
"I love you, Sara. So, so much," he whispers before falling asleep as well.
