Here's the next instalment. Please review, i love it! You know how i like to leave things on a cliffhanger...well all i can say about this chapter is...im sorry?

Michael had respectfully left her after that night. She needed peace with her thoughts. That kiss had been a moment of weakness. She still needed to figure out how she felt. The pros and cons of what actions he took that lead to him leaving them. Thankfully she was still tried, so went straight back to sleep. Her thoughts didn't keep her awake for once. And she now had to prepare to leave with Mike to the safe house.

She came down that morning and only Lincoln, Michael and Mike were in the living room. She wasn't sure where the other guys had gone. But was thankful for the peace. Lincoln was scrolling through the tv channels and Mike and Michael playing chess. Right there in front of her sat her family. It conjured up what a possible future could be like. But could that even happen with Michael? However a warmth still came over her and that could have been the reaction she needed. She never expected to see this sight. She knew she had to make the most of it for now, as she didn't know how long it would last.

She spent a while watching them from the doorway. Not wanting the moment to end. They hadn't notice her yet.

"What are you learning at the minute Mike?" Michael asked his son as he moved a knight along the board. A simple question that any Father would ask his son.

Mike paused while making his move, "Geometry. Nature...i love nature" he commented. It was true. Growing up partly in South America he loved the colours. Vibrant greens. His ability to work out colours early on was mind blowing.

"Tell your Dad what grade your teacher says your at Mikey" Lincoln commented from the sofa, partly hearing the conversation.

He wouldn't want to tell him. He was shy about his abilities and strengths, "Do i have to?" he moved a pawn.

Michael chuckled, "I want to know" he told him.

Mike sighed, realising he wasn't getting out of it. What he didn't realise is this was information Michael wanted to know about him, "She said i have a reading/writing-" he started to reel them off.

"-he has everything" Lincoln butted in.

"My social studies level isn't the same" Mike commented, knowing where his Uncle was going. Sara could help but chuckle quietly to herself.

"We can work on that," Lincoln stated with a smirk, "just tell him the level Mikey" and he nodded towards Michael who was waiting.

"Fine," Mike sighed. He was extremely modest. Sara knew he would be uncomfortable telling them himself, so she decided to step in that moment.

"Grade 6, almost 7...but his writing is falling slightly behind, which brings it down a little," she walked in and all of them looked to her. Mike gave her a look. Saying thank you for him not having to say it himself, "apart from that. This little boy as the brain of a 11-13 year old" she gently stroked his hair.

"Notice how the genes skipped?" Lincoln commented. Feeling inadequate within his family.

"Everyone has their own intelligence Uncle Lincoln," Mike commented, finally not feeling so much pressure on himself, "what are you good at?" he asked.

"Er lets leave that one for today" Michael expressed, giving Lincoln a side glance and they both smiled at each other. Lincoln was probably what you would call street wise. Mike was right, he had his own intelligence. But compared to his brothers, it couldn't have been easy growing up.

"Well i think its finding people," Mike shrugged and he looked to Michael, "he brought you back Dad after all this time"

Sara looked down, she never thought of it that way. So much of what Mike said made everything sound so simple. But it never was in reality. She wish she could see the world through his eyes sometimes.

"I think your right" Michael smiled back and Sara could see as she was looking down, he had looked at her after.

She composed herself before looking back up, "Baby did you have breakfast yet?" she asked Mike and stroked his hair.

He quickly looked up at her from the chess board, "Yeah Dad made waffles" he smiled. It was obvious he loved having Michael there. What worried her was that she would have to tell him about going away for a while. Just as he was getting to know his Father. They were bonding.

She raised her eyebrows in surprise at Michael, "You made waffles?" she questioned.

"Killer waffles" Lincoln commented, landing on a channel with football on which gave him a satisfied smirk and he settled further in the sofa getting relaxed.

Michael let out a chuckle at his brother and turned back to face Sara, "I made sure there was some left over for you"

"Yeah Dad had to pry them out of Uncle Lincoln's hands" Mike laughed. It was a proper heartfelt chuckle and it warmed her heart. She placed her hand on her chest. Happiness. Her family were happy. This was what it was meant to feel like. She stroked Mike's hair again gently as he moved another piece on the chess board.

"How did you sleep?" Michael asked her, standing up a lot easier than before. His gash was obviously healing, "be back buddy" he told Mike and came towards Sara.

She headed towards the kitchen and he followed, "Good actually. Slept right though. It's been a while"

He leaned forward on the island in her kitchen and watched her get a plate out and place the waffles on them, "Good. I'm glad to hear that"

She placed fresh fruit on her plate and drizzled maple syrup on them. They looked amazing. Her eyes rose and looked to Michael who was still watching her. She looked round to the living room and made sure Mike wasn't listening.

"Look i need to tell you something about Mike," she started and noticed his expression change in to worry, "its nothing to worry about" she smiled.

His expression relaxed, "Of course. I want to know everything" he told her.

Sara nodded. She loved that. She should have realised he would have been like that. She never got to seem him be a Dad. She had dreamt about it for so long. Had so many dreams of them together. Michael teaching him about everything he knew...she realised that may take a while. But they would have their whole lives. That was until she woke up and Mike was laying in bed next to her after a thunder storm and he got scared. No Michael in the bed with them. A sadness would always come over her and she would cuddle Mike for the rest of the night because of it. Now Michael was there. And the possibility of that started to become real.

"He doesn't like talking about himself. Apart from you, hes the most modest person i know. It literally makes him so anxious. Which will make it difficult to ask him questions,-"

Michael raised his hand to stop her, "Its ok. I get it. Trust me. I will just learn about him through you, through Lincoln," he told her, "and through just being with him"

Sara gave him a gentle smile but something caught her attention. She noticed he was wearing dark trousers and a light blue shirt, he looked fresh. Different. He had changed. He looked handsome, "New?" she asked him and nodded towards the shirt.

He moved up off the counter and inspected himself, "Yeah, Linc said he was fed up of seeing me in that off white shirt covered in dirt and beige pants..." she let out a giggle, "i figured now that i'm back i should have a proper wardrobe. He went out to get them earlier"

It made her laugh, Michael never really cared what he was in. But usually it didn't matter. Suit. Shirt and jeans. Jumper with corduroy pants? He looked good in them all, "Your telling me Michael Scofield wants to get on trend with the latest fashions?"

He shrugged, played along, "Well my son has already told me that i need to join something called 'Instagram?'"

Sara couldn't help but chuckle again, and then took a more serious reflection, "'Your son'" she copied. Still amazed at how it sounded. She loved it. It sounded right.

Michael had a look of contemplation and cleared his throat, "I've told him that he doesn't have to call me Dad," he told her, swallowing quickly and shuffling slightly on the stop. He was obviously uncomfortable talking about Jacob "-that i understand what influence Jacob has had-"

"Mike has never once called Jacob Dad" she clearly interjected, "...i made sure of it. Because he isn't. Hes Jacob. The man who has helped raised him. He means a lot to him. But hes not his Father. You are" she made sure to get that point across.

Michael nodded with gratitude and walked around the counter to her, "Thank you. I know I've said it a lot. And i don't think i could say it enough," he stated thankfully, "you made sure i was never forgotten"

Sara gently placed her hand on top of Michael's that was resting on the kitchen counter, "He was always going to know who you were. As long as i remembered. He would know"

They stood together, closely. Michael raised his other hand and moved a strand of hair away from her face and cupped her cheek gently, "Your amazing"

Sara shook her head, dismissing him. He was attentive. Probably more so than before he had left them. So she responded, "I'm a Mother Michael. That's who i am. Any women who had truly loved their husband and lost them would do the same" she tried to state facts. However he leaned in closer. Sara couldn't help it. It was like a magnet whenever he was close. However a knock at the front door caught them off guard. They pulled away swiftly.

"That's probably Paul" Sara stated, looking up into his eyes. Suddenly she realised if it was Paul. That could have been their last moment together before going away...and that scared her.

She made her way out into the hall and opened the door, but the person on the other side wasn't Paul. The fear hit her. The women and the man that had followed her for days. Visited Jacob at his work and chased her were standing on her porch. She quickly pushed the door to stop them entering but the man placed his foot to stop her. She felt herself fall backward and hit the floor. All she thought about was her family.

"Get Mike!" she screamed, at the alarm of the two people in front of her wielding guns, "Michael get Mike and run! NOW!"