Disclaimer: I don't own Michael and Sara. I wish I did.
Author's note: This fic is dedicated to Toni (angelwriter2492). You are my inspiration.
Dr. Sara Tancredi. Who gave her the right to be in his heart? Michael Scofield had often wondered if there was ever such a thing as the "perfect woman". He never found her on the outside due to the fact that he had looked in the wrong places. Who'd had thought the woman of his dreams would be in Fox River. She was not only the prison's doctor, but also, the governor's daughter. There was something about those beautiful "want you, need you" hazel eyes of hers that left an impression on him from that very first time he'd met her. Who's to say when or where love would suddenly appear? Their chance meeting of time and place had been arranged by Destiny.
Alone in the infirmary, Michael had been tempted to have backed her up against the wall and would had made his fantasies of her come to life. But, she wasn't that sort of a person. She did not deserve that kind of treatment. Nor was he the type of a "boom, bang, slam, thank you, ma'am" kind of guy. Besides, Sara was a nice girl. The kind of person you'd have wanted to have brought home to meet your mother. She was someone you'd wine and dine, present her with a dozen roses at the front door and to dance the night away. And finally for that kiss which some people have waited forever for. Some people wait for a lifetime for that one special kiss for a moment like this.
Sara was like a glass house and she needed to be treated delicately. She was so fragile to touch as if she could be broken into a million tiny pieces. Michael's birthday gift to her was an origami rose which was made carefully from his hands with tender loving care. The fact that it was from him and he had taken the time to have created this magnificent red paper rose was the best gift she'd ever received. Afterall, his gift to her came from the heart. His heart. She held on to his gift as if it was actually a piece of his heart.
Their world sparkled with a billion little reasons to smile. A few stolen moments, for now, would be for starters.
The End