Angel Of Mine

Disclaimer: I own Prison Break? Pfft, I wish.

A/N: Okay, so this is finally finished. I can hardly believe that it actually is to be honest. I would just like to thank everyone for your support and feedback with this fic, and I really don't think I would have finished this without you guys prodding me to hurry the hell up...So I thank you for that, and apologise for always taking so long to update...But here is the last chapter, and I hope you enjoy it :)

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Standing up in front of a sea of guests, Michael had been shocked that nobody had objected…Surely someone could have seen that this was wrong?

"Well then," The minister began after nobody objected, "we can continue…"

He was suddenly stopped however, as a loud, "STOP!" cut through the church.

Every face in the church suddenly gasped and turned to Michael, and Michael, in return suddenly brought his hand to his mouth in complete and utter shock. Had he actually just done that?

It took his brain the slightest moment to compute that he had in fact just yelled for the wedding to stop.

He felt every set of eyes on him. He could feel the smug smiles dancing across both Lincoln's and Sucre's lips next to him, and he couldn't even bring himself to look at Grace.

Panic suddenly overwhelmed him, and he no longer knew what to do. He knew he had to say something, and judging by the size of his audience, he knew it would have to be pretty damn good.

"I-I'm sorry," he stammered, not completely sure who he was apologizing to. "I can't do this."

Okay, so not really the dramatic and moving speech that he was hoping for.

"What?" Grace spat, forcing him to finally look her in the eye. He knew that was a mistake instantly…She looked furious. "Michael!" She yelled, distinguishing both syllables of his name in her anger. "What are you doing?"

"I'm sorry Grace, but I can't do this. I've been lying to myself for too long." Michael explained simply, noting to himself that this was probably the most honest he had ever been with Grace. "I can't remarry you. Actually, I want a divorce."

"You go Mike!" Michael suddenly heard his brother yell from behind him.

Disregarding Lincoln with an icy stare, Grace turned back to Michael, her anger increasing with every passing moment. "You don't know what you're talking about Michael, you're clearly not thinking straight! Now lets get back to the ceremony…You're causing a scene!"

"I'm causing a scene?" Michael laughed humorlessly, in slight shock. "Grace just give it up already! I'm just sick of all of this. I'm sick of you."

The entire crowd suddenly became dead quite in shock. Grace fumed in anger, and nobody was game to say anything for a good ten seconds.

Suddenly, another loud "STOP!" erupted from the doors of the church…Yet this time with a noticeably more feminine voice.

Everyone watched in a mixture of shock and amusement as Veronica ran into the church screaming, "Stop the wedding!"

"Too late," the minister began, and Veronica looked up to him in dismay. "It's already been stopped." He finished gesturing to Michael.

"Oh thank God!" Veronica sighed in relief. "Michael," she began, curling over to catch her breath, "you can't marry Grace."

A small smile tugged at Michael's lips. "I know…" He trailed off as he quirked a brow at his sister in law. "Remarry you mean."

"No, I mean marry!" Veronica gasped as everyone looked at her in confusion. A look of horror quickly engulfed Grace's features. "I found out that the minister that married the two of you before didn't have a proper marriage license. You were never really married!"

Michael's brows were in danger of disappearing into his hairline. "What?" He blinked. "Are you serious?" Before, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I found out on Thanksgiving, but I wanted to let Grace be the one to tell you." She paused for a moment to throw the blonde a dirty look. "However, she never told you…And she used the opportunity of me being away to plan the marriage renewal. She was thinking that she could marry you for real before I came home and told you."

Nobody dared blink, in fear of missing something. They may not have seen a wedding, but this was making up for it in entertainment.

Michael, still unsure if he should believe this truly shocking statement, turned to Grace. "Is this true?"

Grace sighed ruefully. "Well yeah, but…"

"I don't want to hear it!" Michael injected in a huff of indignation. "I know you are capable of some pretty bad things Grace, but this is low…even for you."

"Well now that you mention it," Angie began as she came from behind Grace to make herself visible. "Grace was the one who put in that complaint to the Police in your name Michael. You know, the one about Sara's parenting."

Grace suddenly turned to Angie, "What the hell did you say that for? How could you do that to me?"

"I'm sorry Grace." Angie said sadly. "I'm your friend, but what you did was wrong. Michael has a right to know."

Grace acknowledged her "friend" with an icy glare, before turning back to Michael. She cringed. To say that he looked like he wanted to hit her would be an understatement. "She's lying Mikey!" She gasped. "I love you. I would never do something like that!"

"Now come on Gracie. It's about time you grew up and started taking responsibility for your actions." Grace's father spoke up from behind her. "We were responsible for the complaint Michael, and I don't know about my daughter, but I am truly sorry."

Grace turned to Michael and gasped, "They're both lying Michael!" She stepped back towards him and placed her slender hand on his chest, "Please! Just listen to me!"

"Don't touch me!" Michael spat as he grabbed her hand and threw it off his chest. He spun around to Lincoln and Sucre. "That's why Sara must have been so angry." He told them, the realization hitting him brutally. "I need to go and find her."

"Well she'll be coming by my place later to pick up Rory on their way to the airport." Lincoln told his little brother. "If you can't get her on her cell then you can see her then."

An overwhelming sense of confusion suddenly hit Michael. "The airport?"

"Oh yeah…" Lincoln trailed off, completely forgetting that Michael didn't know about Sara and Rory's little trip. "Sara was offered a job in London Michael. She and Rory were flying over there tonight for a few weeks."

Michael thought for a moment before looking to his brother sadly. "Why wouldn't she tell me?"

"Because she knew that you wouldn't remain focused on the wedding if you knew." Lincoln explained. "And she really wanted you to go through with it. She thought that it would make you happy."

Michael blinked his crystal blues a few times in uncertainty, before, "that's it. I have to find her now." He pulled out his cell and dialed Sara's number. He waited for a few moments before yelling "Damn it!" and putting it away in frustration. "It's been disconnected."

"Okay, here's what we'll do." The older brother said taking charge. He knew Michael was in no position to be making decisions. "If she's leaving soon there are only two places she could realistically be, home or work. Michael you go and check her apartment, and Sucre you and Maricruz should go and check Fox River." He paused as Michael and Sucre nodded in unison. "Vee and I will check Chicago General incase she's working there today, and LJ can take all the kids back to our place, and wait there incase Sara turns up to pick up Rory."

The three males nodded at one another and began to make their way towards the doors of the church. Michael was quickly stopped however as a pair of tiny arms attacked his legs.

"Daddy!" Rory exclaimed. "Where are you going?"

Michael smiled down to his daughter and ran his hand through her curls. "I'm going to find Mommy."

The little girl beamed up at him before gasping. "I want to come with you!"

"No Honey. Daddy needs to be able to drive around like a manic to find her without worrying about you." He explained, squatting down to her level and smiling. "You go with LJ back to uncle Linc's and wait for us there ok?"

"Okay Daddy." Rory agreed as she hugged him. "Thank you for realizing that you love Mommy and not Grace."

Michael let out a small laugh and hugged her back. "Took me long enough didn't it?" He pulled back and kissed Rory on the top of the head before following the Burrows and the Sucres out of the church on their search for Sara.

He just hoped desperately that one of them would find her.

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Michael brought his hands to his face in frustration as he got back into his car outside of Sara's apartment building.

She wasn't there, and he knew deep down that it had just been wishful thinking that she might have been.

So basically he was right back to where he started from. Sucre had called to say that she wasn't at Fox River, and considering he hadn't heard from Lincoln, he assumed that he hadn't found her either. She wasn't at the Chicago River either he reminded himself with a rueful sigh.

He had no other idea where she could be. He didn't really know that many trivial details about Sara…Like where she did her grocery shopping, or where she got her car serviced, or anything like that.

He was just about to give up and go back to Lincoln's to wait for her there, when his cell began to ring. He looked down to the caller ID, noticed that it was the brother in question and answered it. "Linc?" He asked in a hurry. "Did you find her?"

There was a pause on the other end, which caused Michael's breath to get caught in his throat. "Yeah, you could say that." He heard Lincoln say. "Mike you'd better get down to the hospital now…"

"Why?" What happened?" Michael injected in terror.

"It's Sara." Lincoln told his brother solemnly. "She's been in an accident…"

Before Lincoln could even finish his sentence, Michael was already speeding down the street.

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"God, Sorry I'm late! There was an accident and traffic was a nightmare…" Andrew trailed off as he ran into the empty church.

Quickly noticing Grace sitting alone on the front pew, he went and sat down next to her. "Gracie?" He asked. "What happened?"

"He found out Andy." Grace cried. "He found out about all of the horrible things I did."

Andrew sighed as he put his arm around the distraught woman. "It was for the best anyway."

Grace stopped crying momentarily to gaze up to him in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"He was in love with another woman." Andrew told her bluntly. "And in all honesty, did you really love Michael? Or was it just the idea of being with him?"

Grace remained silent but never broke eye contact with him. After a suspended moment, she leaned in and brought her lips to his. "I guess not." She smiled slightly as she pulled away from the kiss.

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The cold, desperate sensation of overwhelming panic filled Michael's veins as he ran out of the elevator to the floor that the nurse told him Sara was on.

He could hear his heart thumping violently in his ears as he made his way down the corridor, praying to God that she was okay.

Suddenly in the distance he spotted two familiar faces. He ran over to them and asked how she was.

"It wasn't as bad as they first thought." Lincoln smiled to his brother reassuringly. "She's not critical anymore, they've brought her up here. The Doc told me that you could go in and see her."

Michael let out a huge sigh of relief as Veronica got his attention. "We're going to go get Rory." She said as she gave Michael's hand a friendly squeeze.

Michael watched them leave and he paced quickly towards the room Lincoln had pointed to. He hesitated for a suspended moment at the door before poking his head inside.

There lay Sara, with bruises and cuts covering her still unmistakably beautiful face. Realizing that she was sleeping, he just watched her. It looked as if she had sustained a large amount of injuries, and she looked to be in pain even when she was sleeping. This realization making Michael's heart ache.

"You can come in you know…Didn't your mother ever tell you not to stare?"

Michael jumped slightly at Sara's tired and raspy, yet familiar voice. "S-Sorry." He stammered with a small laugh as he made his way into the room and stood next to her bed. "I thought you were sleeping."

Sara's eyes fluttered open and came to gaze up at Michael. "No, your brother told me I couldn't until you got here."

Michael let out a small laugh and rolled his eyes, before focusing on Sara and smiling. "So, what's the prognosis Doctor?"

"Fractured arm, a few broken ribs…" Sara trailed off as she thought carefully for a moment. "It's mostly just a lot of bumps and bruises. I know I look like death, but it really isn't that bad."

"Well I'll forgive you for looking like death." Michael paused for a moment. "This time." He winked, before seriously, "Is it painful?"

Sara let out a small laugh, which caused her to cringe due to her ribs. "It's okay. It's nice, I'm actually allowed to have morphine." She said teasingly.

Michael rolled his crystal blues. "Are you trying to give me a heart attack here Tancredi?"

Sara smiled before she looked down and sighed. "Lincoln and Veronica told me what happened…I'm so sorry I blamed you for putting in that complaint Michael."

A small smile played at Michael's lips as he pulled off his suit jacket and pulled a chair up next to her bed. "It's okay. What did upset me though was the London thing. Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I thought it would stop you from renewing your vows." Sara told him honestly. "I thought that was going to make you happy. I didn't want to put that in jeopardy."

"Sara." Michael laughed humorlessly. "You know that wasn't going to make me happy. Didn't you get my letter?"

"I did."

"Oh." Michael said sadly. So it was true. She really didn't reciprocate his feelings.

As if she knew what was going through his mind, Sara suddenly said, "I was on my way there when this happened." She paused for a moment to gesture to her injuries. "To the river."

Michael suddenly looked up, searching for any indication that her words were genuine. "Really?"

"Yeah." Sara gave him a small smile. "I was actually a bit too anxious to get there. Pulled out in a dangerous gap, the other driver didn't see me."

"You pulled out in front of an oncoming car just to get to me?" A smirk danced teasingly across Michael's lips. "Whoa Sara. Control yourself."

Sara looked at him in mock-anger, and opened her mouth to respond when Rory ran into the room.

"Mommy!" She exclaimed as she jumped on her mother, and Sara gasped in pain at the weight on her ribs. "Are you okay?"

Seeing Sara's obvious discomfort, Michael pulled Rory off her and into his lap, laughing. "Well she won't be if you jump on her broken ribs like that."

"Oh." Rory gasped. "I'm sorry Mommy."

Sara smiled at her daughter. "It's okay Honey, and I'm going to be fine."

"So we're not going to London anymore?" The little girl asked her mother.

'Well obviously not now' Sara thought to herself. "No. But guess what? You remember Doctor Wilson? Well he just came in before and told me that there's an opening as head of pediatrics here…And he told me that if I want the job it's mine."

"So we don't have to move?" Rory asked hopefully.

Sara looked up at Michael, who was also waiting on baited breath for her answer. "Doesn't look like it. I've been wanting this job for years, I'd be crazy to let it go."

Rory smiled in delight, and Sara also noticed a grin appear across Michael's lips. "Do you know that Daddy and Grace aren't really married Mommy?" The little girl asked as she stood up on her father's lap and leaned her arms on Sara's bed.

"Yes actually Uncle Linc told me that." Sara told her daughter as she lightly ran her fingers over her face.

A gigantic smile soon spread over Rory's features. "Now you and marry Daddy!"

Sara was suddenly at a loss of what to say. Michael however chipped in. "Yeah Sara." He teased. "You could."

Sara rolled her hazel orbs at the pair. "Maybe we should start with dinner before thinking about getting married." She laughed jokingly.

"Okay then, dinner it is." Michael said, the dead seriousness of his tone throwing Sara off a little.

Sara laughed and threw a look in his direction. "Well can we at least wait until my bruises and cuts clear up?"

"They don't bother me." Michael teased, which drew a giggle from Rory's throat.

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Sara rolled onto her side and slowly opened her eyes, yawning as she rubbed the remaining evidence of sleep out of them.

She glanced at the empty space beside her, still carrying Michael's familiar, unique scent. She allowed a soft, shy smile to touch her lips as she recalled their behavior the night before.

She took her robe from the armchair in the corner, combing the hair out of her eyes, and padded out into the hall, again becoming accustomed to lively cartoon music filling the living room.

Apparently Michael and Rory had developed their own morning ritual.

As she made her way out into the living room, the unmistakable aroma of pancake mixture filled her nostrils.

Rory was perched on the carpet with Lucky in front of the television, and Sara blew her a kiss before making her way into the kitchen.

"Hey Beautiful." Michael smiled as he noticed Sara enter.

Sara quirked a perfectly sculpted brow as Michael tossed a handful of blueberries into the mixture. "I thought the pancakes were only for Sundays? As scrumptious as they are, I don't think it's healthy for us to be eating them so much."

"Yes Doctor." Michael teased as his hands took her from behind and he placed a small trail of kisses down her neck. He pulled away for a moment and let his hands run over her now slightly protruded stomach. "These guys will love them though".

"You're lucky I'm so crazy about you Scofield." Sara laughed and rolled her eyes as she helped him pour the mixture into the fry pan.

"I know." He teased as they cooked the pancakes and took them out to the living room, taking a few for themselves and leaving the rest on a plate for Rory.

Although they knew that things were never going to be easy for them, until their universe decided to completely turn upside-down again, they were happy to just live in that moment.

Because for then at least, that was more than enough.

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