A/N : Hey everybody! Ok, so I just finished watching season 4 eps 1 & 2 and am HOOKED! I LOVE season 4, I really really do - - then again, MiSa reunion, so why wouldn't I, right? --

And... well, one thing led to another, ergo : "Getting me my rose back", my MiSa season 4 fic. People who have seen the first two eps (if you haven't, ask me, I found them somewhere online, seeing as I'm not a US resident, I had no choice) will recognize some of the lines & bits from the first two eps. So I don't own them; However, I twisted the story a little, edited the conversation, made it a little more lighthearted. I had to, my fingers were telling me to! (gasp)

Anyway, I really really really hope you like it. Please let me know? Pleaaase review? It means the world to me!

xo

Sara

She remembered the first time he had kissed her. The way that, in the late morning light that made its way to the infirmary, his face had neared hers and after the sharp intake of a breath their lips had met. She had never forgotten that one, foretelling sound…it was as if he was getting ready to leap, preparing himself for the fall. And the way she'd felt : trapped between the surging of blood through her veins and the ice cold creeping of the warning into her mind. At that time, Sara Tancredi had wanted nothing else than to put her hands on him, feeling his warm skin and the wild throbbing of his heart.

When he kissed her now, here…on this bed that had kept her warm for weeks yet had never sheltered her because he had always been missing from it…he wasn't leaping or falling into her – she knew that to him, just as it was for her, it was like coming home. Yet there would be a distance separating the two of them, hidden in their denying smiles and soft touches – they'd been away from each other, and the physical hurt it had caused them would vibrate in the air. But it was not yet here, she told herself, and they still had time to bask in eachother's warmth and love and words. She would enjoy it while she could.

She touched her fingertips to the folds of the origami rose he had returned to her, trying to ease its memories and make room for the new, happier ones. After all this time, they finally had the chance to be together. The one dream that had followed her everywhere she went would now become true. Amidst all the obstacles and all the plans and all the failures and successes, she would get to hold him.

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Michael

"I love you. That's all I know right now…" He told her, and knew that it was true. She was all that mattered to him and the vision of her standing there, the whiteness of her shirt like a beacon calling out to him, would never leave him. Her hair had been so soft as he held on to it, and the taste of her lips…he'd come home. At last.

His heart broke when he touched her shoulders and she shook with a violent terror, the memories flooding right back in because of the tips of his fingers. He knew she wouldn't want him to blame himself, but he couldn't help it. He should have been there for her, protected her from the darkness instead of only holding the Polaroid close to his chest and praying she was alright. If he had done that, if he had tried harder, gotten out sooner – these marks on her back wouldn't be there right now, and she would ease into his embrace immediately.

"It's just what they do. And they won't stop. And I don't know how to deal with that."

He crouched beside her, cupping her face in the palm of his hand. "I'll keep you safe, Sara. I promise you…"

Sara let out a soft smile. "Yeah?"

Michael nodded with a sigh and grinned at her, attempting to lighten the atmosphere. "You're right on top of my 'to do' list."

And when she laughed, he felt happiness swell inside of him. If there was one thing he wanted to do for the rest of his life, it was making her happy, making her laugh by saying things, or doing things. If he'd make her happy by falling face down into the mud, by god, that's what he'd do.

"Wow." She smiled. "And to what do I owe this great privilege?"

He cocked his head. "Well, it helps that I love you…"

Her eyes glazed over, yet this time, not with tears, but with emotion. "You know," she said, "I may very well love you too, Michael Scofield."

"Oh?" He quirked his eyebrow. "So what do you think my chances are?"

Sara

"Hmm.." she leaned into him, smiling mischievously . "about a million-gazillion percent." Her lips sought out his, capturing them after the slow chuckle that he uttered. "Michael…" she whispered, pulling back a little, trying to meet his eyes. When the opened and stared right back into her own, the intense gaze he gave her was making her feel weak in the knees. "I love you so much, I…"

She swallowed hard, attempting not to cry. Damn it, Sara, there you go and ruin to playful mood again. But she had to, she had to tell him exactly what he meant to her before he was ripped out of her life again and the possibility of him being alive and holding her like this would become slim to none.

And then it happened.

The bullet flew right through the window, shattering the glass, making it fall around them like rain. The storm had arrived, and all they could do was run in the hopes of finding shelter. For the both of them, this time.

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I love you I love you I love you

Please don't leave don't go don't go

It was like a mantra inside of her head, screaming at him without a sound. This couldn't be it for them, not like this. There was no place safe, but he was her homestead and wherever he went, she went. She ran behind him, out of the room and the yard and the cold hallway. She leaned back to breathe, the wall steadying her.

When he spoke the words, so resolutely, they reverberated through her like a one-time electrocution shock.

They were going to fight back.

Together.

So? What did you think? Please tell me you like it, please? Pleaaase? (begging here)

XO