More than anyone Chapter 7: Mikey's day out, part two, a prison break fanfic

A/N : Hey everybody, I'm back again, bringing you Mikey's day out, part two. – as promised. I really hope you like it. I really hope you let me know if you like it. (hint)

Also, a huge kiss to my reviewers : helaluvE, pinkkitty4eva , Mongoose 187 , Shae4Michael , Princess-Belle7 , starlite101342 and BlackCherryMeg16 . You guys, I never would have made it this far without you. All my loving goes out to you with every letter in this chapter.

XO - Laura

About two hours later, Sara was fighting to keep her tears inside, as Shadow fell down and struggled to get back up. Michael cuddled her close. Somehow, things didn't seem so sad when she was around.

"He was too old. He was just too old." Peter said on the cinemascreen.

Sara lost it, right there, right then. She started sobbing uncontrollably into Michael's chest, a thing that seemed to be a routine for them – after all, hadn't they been like this only two nights ago? But he didn't seem to mind as he wiped her tears off of her cheeks, pressing his lips to them and tasting the salty flavor. She was so perfect.

He smiled and heard Sara giggled as Chance's final words ( "Turkey! Turkey, turkey, turkey, turkey...") sounded and the credits started to roll. Michael looked for the remote and turned the sound down (not finding the Stop-button).

"Hey..." he whispered, searching her eyes. "It's okay.."

She sniffled. "Yeah, I know." An embaressed chuckle escaped. "Boy – I'm such an emotional basketcase."

Stroking her cheek, he answered. "No, you're not. It's normal to cry with this movie. I would've too, you know, if I didn't have to keep my bad boy-actup around you.." His tone had taken in a laugh, immediately setting her at ease.

Sara kept her head laying on his chest, feeling it rise and fall, and listening to the soothing sound of his heartbeat. Falling, harder and harder. "Hmm...this is nice."

"Yeah," he softly whispered. "It is." She felt him squeeze her closer, feeling as if they could lay there for eternity.

About half an hour later (they couldn't bare leaving eachothers arms just yet), they stood side by side in the kitchen, trying to decipher the recipe to bake Michael a birthdaycake. He pulled his hand over his short trimmed hair.

"This is impossible..." He sighed loudly.

Sara playfully smacked him. "Michael – we can bake you a cake, okay? It's gonna be great. Don't worry about it...Hand me the milk?"

He opened the fridge and pulled out a milkcarton, handing it to her and going to stand right back beside her. "Thanks."

"No problem." He snickered. "That's all I have to do, right?"

Sara smiled. "Oh , no...This is just the beginning for you, Mr. Birthday boy."

A tired groan escaped from his lips and she laughed, before once again turning to him for help.

"Honey, could y- " She turned her head away and kept on pouring the milk into the measurementcup, hoping he hadn't noticed her slip. Casually, she continued "crack the eggs please?"

He beamed at her. "Sure thing, sweetie." With a wink he went to work, secretly enjoying the sight of her face turning red. He wondered if it could really be like this, someday. But, remembering his vision, he knew it would. Smiling to himself, he repeated the words in his head. We'll make it.

Sara was through measuring the milk, and took her time weighing the right amount of flour, the tip of her tongue getting stuck between her lips in concentration. He smiled at her tenderly. So this is what it feels like...

"What?" She looked at him with a sweet smile on her face, and flour on her cheek.

"Hmm?"

She furrowed her brows together for a second, before seperating them again. "You said 'So this is what it feels like'..."

His cheeks flushed. "Oh – yeah."

Impatiently, she put her hands up on her hips. "So?"

He tried to avoid her gaze and looked really interested in the eggshels, silently scraping them together to put away.

"Michael!"

"Michael? Please? I need to know what you think about all of this." Her voice sounded so insecure that he couldn't keep it from her. He needed to tell her how he felt, at that moment, with her. He silently closed the space between them and brushed the flour off of her cheek, whispering.

"Home." Closing his eyes, he bumped his forhead against hers, breathing the same air, hoping she'd understand and not freak out. He felt their heartbeats increasing and knew he had to break the spell, if only for a moment. The air was to heavy with emotion now, and it was about to turn. Good or bad – they'd have to wait and see. So he pressed a kiss to her head and distanced himself again, turning around to grab the bowl of cracked eggs.

"So – where do you want these?"

- - -

He smiled. "I think that was the best pie I ever had." She laughed softly and had to agree with him. It was some damn good pie.

"I'm pretty proud of us too..." Glancing at the clock, she sighed. 18 : 56. Katie would be here in an hour, and their sneakpreview of 'what could be' would be over. What could be?she thought, or what would be?

She had to admit, she was still a bit shaken by his honest confession an hour ago. Home. The word alone, related to Michael, sent shivers down her spine. She also knew that what had just happened in that kitchen, would be treasured forever. By both of them.

"Michael..." He looked up at her. "It's almost over.." Michael shook his head and pressed a finger to her lips. Shh.

Walking over to the massive stereo, he put on a random channel, listening as soothing sounds emerged. Without saying a word, he walked over to her and took her hand, leading her away from the table to a spot in the middle of the loft. He took her in his arms and they swayed.

This is over my head but underneath my feet

'Cause by tomorrow morning I'll have this thing beat

And everything will be back to the way that it was

I wish that it was just that easy

'Cause I'm waiting for tonight

Then waiting for tomorrow

And I'm somewhere in between

Of What is real and just a dream...

Would you catch me if I fall out of what I fell in

Don't be surprised if I collapse down at your feet again

I don't want to run away from this

I know that I just don't need this

'Cause I cannot stand still

I can't be this unsturdy

This cannot be happening

'Cause I'm waiting for tonight

Then waiting for tomorrow

And I'm somewhere in between

Of What is real and just a dream...

She smiled against his chest. It was exactly what this felt like. Something that could not be happening, should not be happening. But it was – and she loved every minute of it.

Michael breathed her into his lungs, into his being. She'd taken him over. Completely. And he hadn't planned it. He hadn't counted on it. All those times he'd stared at her picture in his appartement, taped against his window – he hadn't known. He hadn't known the person she was, the amazing feelings he would get just being near her.

I don't want to run away from this. Damn it, he knew he would have to leave. That was calculated. For now, he didn't care, though. Not one bit. He just let them be happy.

The song ended, but they kept on going, kept on dancing, and being, and living.

Until another song came on and they both turned giddy and laughed, laughed, as he spun her around and dipped her. The danced around like crazy, and he couldn't keep the grin off of his face.

You can kiss me in the moonlight on a rooftop under the sky.

Oh, you can kiss me with the windows open while the rain comes pouring inside.

Oh, kiss me in sweet slow motion,

let's let everything slide.

You've got me floating, you've got me flying.

It's the way you love me,

it's a feelin' like this.

It's centrifugal motion,

It's perpetual bliss.

It's that pivotal moment.

It's 'Ah, subliminal.'

This kiss, this kiss.

It's criminal.

This kiss, this kiss.

It's the way you love me baby,

it's the way you love me darling, yeah.

All of a sudden, they stood still while everything kept spinning all around them. His eyes looked right down to the very core of her again, and every fiber in her body was on fire. She felt his hand moving up to her cheek and his thumb tracing her jaw.

I can't believe she's real.

But she was. And he had never felt like this. Slowly, but surely, he inched closer to her until she was flush against him. He heard her breath catch and had to fight to keep his own under control, as his lips were pulled to hers and softly grazed them.

"Michael –" he heard her whisper, and for a moment he feared that she would think it was a mistake. He wouldn't be able to take it, he knew. It would break him.

"Yeah?" he whispered, fear evident in his voice.

"Am I dreaming?" She distanced herself and pushed her hand through her auburn strands. "I mean – this can't possibly be?" Her voice held a real question, and he smiled contently.

"It's real, Sara. You and me, it's real." He pressed his lips to hers again, this time for a more hungry kiss, and they both smiled around it.

It's real.

So, yeah. There I went again. The songs are "Somewhere in between" by Lifehouse and "This Kiss" by Faith Hill. I love those songs. If you haven't heard them, do !

Tune in tomorrow! XO