So tonight's the night! I'm so sad it's ending, but all i want is to know that Michael and Sara get their happy ending. No other couple deserve it more. But don't fear! I will continue with this story and if your lucky, give me some ideas and i might make another one! Michael and Sara are my favourites after all!
Michael was sat on the sofa with Sara's head on his lap as they watched television. His hand causally placed over her stomach, her hands on top of his. It felt like bliss. The comfort and safeness of being with Michael again. Something she never thought she would feel in another lifetime.
"You remember Katie from Fox River?" Sara said out-loud.
"Hmm, the nurse?" he asked in reply.
She nodded, "You wanna hear something funny? Right from day 3 or 4 of you being there. She noticed i treated you differently from other inmates. Paid more attention to you"
"I always knew i shouldn't have got rid of that tattoo" Michael mumbled under his breath and she looked up at him with a smile.
She shook her head at him, "As more time went on. She knew i felt something for you. I told her it was because of the person you were. We could have easily known each other Michael. Same area, close colleges, same sort of people we socialised with. I didn't get it. I tried to work out why you were in there," she then sighed, "little did i know if it hadn't have been for the connection the company had with your parents, you would have never stepped foot into a Prison"
He raised his eyebrows, "Never really thought about it like that" to think of Michael not ever setting foot in a Prison now sounded stupid. From the moment he left Fox River he continued to do it. His set of skills were extraordinary.
"I told her," she chuckled at the thought, "i told her that the one thing she would never see...is something between me and an inmate"
Michael snorted with a smile, "Well i should be happy you don't still work there...i would be worried"
She sat up and turned to him, her face close to his, "That's one thing you don't have to be worried about Michael Scofield. No one got to me like you did. Your brilliant mind, your nature" she took her face in her hands, "and it helps that your still beautiful as hell" and she leaned in quickly before he could say a thing and her lips collided with his. Michael's hands travelled from her waist, and threading into her hair. She let out a soft moan as his lips moved from her mouth and along her jaw, leaving soft gentle kisses along it.
"Woah, hey!" they both stopped and turned to the doorway as Lincoln was there shielding his eyes, "look i know the kid isn't around an all, but can we refrain from doing that when you know i'm in the house please?"
Sara wiped her mouth and took her seat next to Michael, as his arm moved over her shoulder. She looked at him and giggled and he tried to hide his amusement too.
"God who knew taking you two out of a Prison environment and not on the run would make you giggling teenagers" Lincoln stated and sat down on the chair.
"Just making up for lost time Linc," Michael told him, "she is my wife after-all"
Lincoln grunted and grabbed the remote. Sara sat up a little, "Besides, how long do you plan on residing in my house?"
His eyes instantly whipped to hers, concern on them, "Well i-"
Sara let out another laugh and Michael chuckled too, "Ha! The look on your face Linc"
"Its ok Lincoln. Our home is your home" she told him.
Michael then looked to her, he wasn't smiling anymore. He looked serious, cautious, "Sara-"
"This is your home Michael. I live in it with our son. It's about time we made it official" she told him confidently.
"What about...?" he didn't say his name. Neither of them wanted to hear his name again out loud.
"He was never on the lease," she told him ,"what your sitting in right now is Governor Tancredi's last parting gift to me" she gave a sweet smile. Remembering her Father. They had a difficult relationship and just as it was getting better the company killed him. Made it look like suicide. The one thing her Father never was, was suicidal.
Michael looked up and around the home, "I had no idea," he then looked back to her, "Sara that's amazing, i never even thought about what you would be left with" he sounded guilty.
"Trust me, he left a lot. I've been totally comfortable. He may not have given me a lot of support in my early to late 20's, but he's provided for me and his grandson," she spoke quietly, "i just wish he got to meet Mike" she stated sadly.
"He knows him" Michael whispered with confidence and kissed the side of her head, "so does my Dad"
Sara closed her eyes, imagining what it would be like to have Michael meet her Father and Sara to meet his. Something they would never get now. But they would ensure Mike knew who they were and what they did for them both.
Lincoln swiftly left the room and returned with 3 glasses and a bottle from the kitchen, "Non alcoholic champagne" he stated giving a smirk to Sara.
"Yeah it probably tastes like garbage" Sara noted with a giggle. This stuff was horrendous. But it was sweet of Lincoln.
"Alright, its garbage, but i want to make a toast," he told her pouring them all a small glass. They all stood up and he sighed, "they may not have been there for us all our lives," he stated, "but they stepped up in their own way when it counted. To our Dads" he announced.
And Sara started to feel tears well up in her eyes, Lincoln didn't often do sweet and sentimental. But he had really touched upon something. True and meaningful.
"To our Dads" Sara spoke through tears and raised her glass to Lincolns.
"To our Dads" Michael nodded, wrapping his hand around her waist and his other to raise his glass. They all clinked them together and sat down, now waiting to hear from Paul that he had finally taken Jacob away and they could carry on with clearing Michael's name.