Angel Of Mine
Disclaimer: Unfortunately I don't own Prison break or any of the characters associated with it…Although I do own Rory and Grace!
A/N: Thanks so much to every single person who read and especially reviewed, this chap is dedicated to you guys…oh and a lot of you asked if Michael was Rory's father, but honestly, I don't know yet…I would like to make it happen but it really is very farfetched but I'll see…But thanks for reading and please review!
P.S: Oh and guys I started writing this fic ages ago…before new people have been added to the escape or others had left…It isn't really relevant to the story but I thought I would clear up any confussion.
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Sara Tancredi stepped back and smiled proudly to herself as she admired their work.
"No really Sara…you guys did a really job getting this carnival up and running" The old Jack Cooper complimented as he put his arm around his wife Mavis "I think we may even beat last years profits."
"Thanks Jack…I hope you're right" Sara smiled warmly "Oh and if Rory comes over to you guys and tries to get free candy…she has money."
"Okay Sara" Mavis laughed "You know how we all like to spoil her."
"Just don't let her manipulate you…it seems to be a skill of hers" Sara laughed as she rolled her hazel eyes "Hey I need to go find Lucy to run through some last minute things…I'll see you guys later."
"Bye Sara" She heard the old couple call as she spotted her friend Lucy.
"Hey!" Sara called as she caught up with her friend "We did a pretty good job if I do say so myself."
"I know…I still cant believe that we actually pulled this off!" Lucy smiled "Oh Sara, Katie has come down with some disgusting lip fungus thing," she paused and scrunched up her nose for emphasis "So I need you to man the kissing booth."
"What?" Sara Sara's perfectly sculpted brows were in danger of disappearing into her hairline "No way!"
"Come on Sara" Her friend pleaded "You cant have a carnival without a kissing booth!"
Sara thought carefully for a few moments before speaking, "I understand that Lucy…But that doesn't mean that I have to do it!"
"Look Sara," Her friend Lucy braced herself for her explanation "We are humanitarians, we aren't really famous for our looks now are we?" She sighed ruefully and gestured to herself "But you…you're gorgeous…and on top of that you don't have a husband to worry about getting jealous."
Sara rolled her hazel eyes "Lucy I'm nothing special…we wont make any money."
"Oh my god!" Lucy gasped "You are so cynical!"
"There's a difference between being cynical and being a realist…and anyway," Sara paused in a huff of indignation "This goes against everything I believe in!"
Lucy sighed ruefully, knowing that this wasn't going to be an easy task "But it's for a good cause…and don't worry about not being good looking enough" she reassured "most of the people that will be here today are smart, rich, successful men and their snooty little wives wanting to have their names in the paper for helping a good cause…I bet they don't even know that it's to stop famine over in third world countries."
"Oh well that's comforting" Sara said sarcastically "And anyway my daughter is here…I don't want her to see me kissing a bunch of random men."
"She has gone off with my kids and husband anyway…trust me with rides and cotton candy the last place they want to be is at a kissing booth" Lucy smiled pleadingly "Please Sara…pretty please?"
Sara opened and shut her mouth; then opened it again, then shut it, not quite sure what to say. Finally, she agreed "Fine!"
"Oh my god I love you!" Lucy squealed as she hugged her friend "This is going to be the best carnival ever!"
"Okay Okay" Sara pulled herself out of her friend's clutches "But if I do this, you have to promise not to try and set me up with anymore guys alright?"
"I promise!" Lucy smiled warmly "And you know the only reason I did that to begin with was because I wanted you to be happy don't you?"
"Yeah I know and I really do appreciate it…but you cant force these things…they have to just…" Sara trailed off.
"Happen…Yeah I know" Lucy injected "Now stop talking and get in there girl!"
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Less than one hundred meters away, Michael Scofield walked through the carnival with his new wife hand in hand.
"Oh baby thank you so much for winning Wubbsy for me" Grace squealed as she hugged tightly onto a giant teddy bear "This was a wonderful idea coming here…however did you think of it?"
Michael offered Grace a small smile and threw his arm over her shoulder to avoid the question as they continued the walk. They stayed this way until something caught Grace's eye causing her to come to a dead halt "Gracie?" Michael asked in confusion "Are you okay?"
"Oh lookie Mikey…A kissing booth!" Grace pointed in excitement to a long line preventing Michael from seeing the booth "Come on lets do it!"
Michael opened and shut his mouth; then opened it again, then shut it, not quite sure what to say. Finally, he stammered in disbelief, "W…What? Are you serious? Incase you forgot we are both kind of married…to each other."
"Exactly!" Grace smiled "This could be a really good confidence boost for our marriage…If we can get through kissing another person I think we can get through anything."
Michael opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. He tried again "But Gracie I don't think I feel comfortable with you kissing another man…don't you feel the same about me kissing another woman?"
"Oh grow up Michael!" Grace scoffed "They are humanitarian people…They are all ugly"
Michael suddenly felt an oncoming burst of rage tear throughout his system and at first he didn't know why, until it suddenly clicked 'Sara' He thought to himself "They are not all ugly Gracie."
"Well I guess since they spend their time helping other people that they don't have time to dress up or whatever" Grace said quickly, sensing Michael's anger "Now come on and lets do this!"
Michael thought carefully for a moment before finally giving in, saying no to Grace was never one of his strong points "Okay."
"Thank you so much Mikey!" Grace squealed and leaned up to kiss his cheek "I'm telling you this will be good for our marriage…Now you go and join that line where the guys are lining up and I'll join this one then we'll meet when we're done."
Michael sighed ruefully as he watched his new wife scurry off to kiss another man. There was no way in hell that he was going to kiss another women, but he decided just to stand in the line just incase Grace spotted him.
Before Michael knew it he was standing second in the line. He squirmed as he noticed Grace waving to him from the other line and he now knew that he had no way of escaping this. He drew in a hesitant breath, opened his eyes to see the girl on the other side of the booth and nothing that he learnt in all his years of fancy education could brace him from what he saw next.
Michael opened and shut his mouth; then opened it again, then shut it, not quite sure what to say. Finally, he gasped "Sara."
And there she was; Sara Tancredi, The women that he had left behind at Fox River four years earlier, even more beautiful than he had remembered her, staring back at him like she had just seen a ghost "Michael."
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Ok guys I'm sorry that chapter was like really bad but it had to be done to move the story along…but it should get better next chap…thanks for reading and please review xoxo
