(A/N: Just finished Prison break! despite all it's inconsistencies and stuff it was awsome! going to miss it! I'm dealing with it the only way I know how... writing fanfiction. I just wish the fandom was a bit more active. Oh well! if you're reading this please review!
2010
It had been a few days after the fourth anniversary of her husband's death, and Sara awoke, as usual, in her stiflingly hot room in Panama, to the sound of the old rattling Air Conditioning wheezing out a few gasps of cold air.
6:30. Good. She had a few moments before she had to wake Mikey up for school, get him ready, go to work. All that Jazz. She glanced at the paper flower that she kept on her bedside cabinet, and felt a dull ache grasp her heart.
Michael.
It had been four years, and she was happy with her life now, with her son and her job as a nurse (although she was trained to be a doctor) and her life in Panama with Lincoln, Sofia and LJ always there for her.
But a part of her heart will never stop missing Michael.
Tap tap.
A knock at the door. Sara felt a mild jolt of panic run through her- even after all these years the fugitive mindset never changed. She walked out of her room, wrapping a dressing gown around herself despite the heat, and warily opened the door.
"Sucre?" Sara gasped, seeing him standing there with his usual grin. What was he doing here? He'd only made it back to the US yesterday. What business did he have returning so soon?
"Si, the one and only." He said, he seemed elated, his brown eyes almost seemed to sparkle, and his grin widened.
"why are you- " Sara started, but Sucre cut her of.
"I have someone I want you to meet." Sucre said, stepping aside. A man with long-ish dark hair and a beard stepped out from behind the door frame.
At first, Sara was at loss- just who was this man? Why had Fernando brought him here?
Then brown eyes met Blue, and without even registering what she was doing, Sara launched herself at him, Michael, her husband.
Strong, familiar arms wrapped around her, holding her tight as if he never wanted to let her go.
"How?" She gasped out, between sobs that involuntarily wracked her body. Over Michael's shoulder she could see Fernando wiping away a few tears of his own.
"Because. I love you." Michael said, his voice thick with emotion. Sara laughed despite herself- typical Michael answer that explained nothing. But Sara was too happy, too overwhelmed to care. There would be time for explanations later.
"Mommy, who's that man? Why is everyone crying?" Sara turned to see her son standing there with a bemused expression on his face. He heard Michael give a gasp, and a sob.
"Mikey," Sara said, letting go of her husband and kneeling down next to her son. "There is someone I want you to meet. "
Mikey looked between Sara and Michael his eyes narrowed in thought. "Who?"
"Mikey.. This is your Daddy."