A/N : How time flies, huh? It seems like yesterday that I was sitting at this very same spot, listing to the same music...oh, wait. That wás yesterday, wasn't it?

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I just don't want to miss you tonight

Sara

"Michael..." she whispered and sank down on the sofa. "Oh, Michael..."

She could hear him grinning next to her ear. Well, next to the phone. With all the miles seperating them. But that didn't matter now. It didn't matter that he wasn't ... here. Or anywhere she knew. For a few minutes, it didn't matter.

"Sara –"

She heard a faint voice mumbling something on the other end of the line and Michael growling at the person. She smiled. "What was that?"

"Lincoln, wondering wether we were going to say something besides names."

She laughed wholeheartedly. "Tell Lincoln to shut up."

"Linc – Sara wants you to shut up." She heard a small "What?" And listened to Michael chuckle. "I'd do as the lady says, bro...You don't know her like I do..."

Sara gasped in shock. "Hey!"

Michael smiled. "So, are you okay? I mean, they haven't come for you, have they? You're safe?"

Ow, the poor chap was worried about her? "Stop worrying, Michael." She repeated her words from the other day. "I'm fine."

And she knew what he was going to say to that – she just knew. The guy could be so predictable, yet surprise her a little every day.

"Who said I was worrying?" See? Predictable.

She heard two voices snort. And distant mumbling, as Michael covered the mouthpiece to snap something at... whoever was there...and then he adressed her again. "I'm so sorry about that – I'm just gonna go a little further right now...My companions are seriously starting to piss me off..."

"Who else is there with you?" She swore to herself that if he so much as uttered the name 'Nika' she would seriously kick his ass. Love or no love. The distance between them now was nothing compared to the distance he would be flying when her foot connected with his butt.

"My lovely cellie Sucre."

Huh. She knew he wouldn't have Nika there. Nah, she trusted him completely...

"He is huh? Well, kiss him for me..."

Michael laughed. "Yes, of course. Thát's what I am going to do."

She smiled wickedly. "Noo? Well, then I suggest you take that threat you gave your brother about me and place it on yourself,mister. Payback's coming your way."

He smiled broadly. "You wouldn't."

She huffed. "Why wouldn't I?"

"Because you looooove me.."

She giggled. "Love or no love, it's gonna be a week and a half of benchtime for you if you don't kiss Fernando." Sara smiled to herself and quickly added. "Right – Now."

He groaned. "You're not serious about this, are you."

"I want to hear little kissingsounds, Michael – and no cheating by kissing your hand. I want to hear Sucre yelp with that nice manly voice of his."

She closed her eyes to keep her laughter in. Score. Sara : 1. Scofield : none. Sara. Scofield.

Hi, I'm Sara Scofield, it's nice to meet you. ... Yes, I'm Mrs Scofield, delighted to meet you.

She liked it.

- "Ay, Papi, what are you doing!"

- "Shut up, Suces, I need to get this over with."

- "Get what over with? Oh, man! You're not gonna go all crazy again and jump around in the sand, are ya?"

Jump around in the sand? She thought. Argh! Men.

Well, Sara was very amused as she listened to scared exclamations of Sucre when Michael kissed his...well, hopefully his head. Or cheek. And as she had requested, kissing sounds could be heard.

"Are you happy now?" Michael silently asked her, distancing himself once again from the group to speak to her.

She laughed. "Very."

Michael

Well, kissing Sucre had been a small price to pay for hearing her laugh again. It was as if they were clear of danger at that moment, and he was just a man on a businesstrip, calling his wife to tell her he'd be home soon. Which reminded him...

"Hey – I almost forgot to tell you...I'm coming home."

She stayed silent. Well, not quite the reaction he'd been hoping for...Was she stunned? Scared? Angry? "Sara?"

"Are you – " she whispered softly to him. "Are you sure it's safe?" Ha! Scared. Not that he should be happy to find that out, but hey, it beat angry or disappointed, or...whatever.

"Sara, you have to believe me when I tell you that I am very sure that I'll be safe there. Besides, that way I can be with you, you know?"

"Michael," she frantically answered him, "I will wait, I promise you. I will – just don't rush anything to get to me, okay? I'd rather we be apart, but you be safe, then be together with you in immediate danger.."

"Sara..." he whispered tenderly, and it shut her up immediately. He could have shouted at her, raised his voice to get her attention, but only this – this silent whisper could make her keep silent. "Do you have any idea how much I love you?" He didn't wait for an answer, and continued. "I love you. More than I've ever loved anyone, Sara. And I would not for the world put you in any danger."

He could hear her smile. "Michael – loving a fugitive is not exactly safe to begin with, you know?" He nodded. "I just want you to be safe. Really. Is it safe?"

"Yes."

" Then come home..." She said. "Come home." Her voice cracked on the last word.

Come home.

Yes, that was a pretty short chapter - sorry everyone, but Real Life kept interfering with the writing. ..

Pleaaaase let me know what you think?

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Ps : Song I was listening to "Eva Cassidy - Fields of gold". Lyric in the beginning was from "The GooGooDolls - Iris" though. If you don't know that song - which I doubt - GET TO KNOW IT!

Love y'all.