This chappy'll be dealing with Lincoln's freedom, and Michael's...not-freedom. It's Partytime. Oh, yes it is!
Song on repeat : Peter Bradley Adams – One Foot Down.
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Sara
"MICHAEL! I'M FREE!" She heard Lincoln's voice shout over the phone and she felt, rather than saw, Michael's smile spread over his face.
"That's AWESOME, man!" he yelled into the phone. Loudly. But other than Michael's happiness, she could feel something else deep inside of him. That little part of fear that made his voice waver slightly on the last syllable. She rolled over to him and sat up slightly, resting her hands on his shoulders and pressing a kiss between his shoulderblades. Michael visibly relaxed and turned around to meet her lips, all the while listening to Lincoln rambling over the phone and once in a while throwing in a "that's great!". She came to straddle him and flung her arms around his neck, resting her head in the crook of his body.
His hand came up to touch her hair, and she practically started to purr. He chuckled. She faintly heard Lincoln (his volume had gone down a bit) ask him what he thought was so funny.
"Oh." Michael stuttered. "Nothing."
Sara motioned to him to hand over the phone, and he looked at her gratefully. "Hold on, man.. The ball and chain wants to talk to you..." Smiling, he handed over the phone.
"That was so very not funny, Michael." She clicked her tongue and he grinned misschievously, and hurriedly pressed his lips to hers before she could protest further. She moaned softly into the kiss, before pulling away an inch. "Your brother's on the phone, honey."
Michael shrugged. "Screw him."
She laughed. "Lincoln?"
Michael"We're so happy for you!"
Michael smiled. They were a we now. Not a you, or a me. They were a we. It gave him butterflies. Which is actually a girl-thing.
Whatever. No one needed to know, right?
But one day, he'd start shouting it off of the rooftops and never stop. He'd slide that ring on her finger and spend the rest of his life with her.
They'd be waking up like they were now, the way he'd seen it on that day in the hospitalwing.
He turned his attention back to the woman he'd been daydreaming about, the one he'd been waiting for all this time. He smiled at her when she pushed her hair behind her ear and listened to his brother's excited ramblings. She was wearing his T-shirt, that was three sizes to big for her – but it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.
"Michael." She woke him with a snap of her fingers. "Hold on a second, Lincoln."
"It's Linc."
"Okay," she chuckled. "Hang on, Linc." She covered the mouthpiece with her hand and spoke to Michael. " What do you say we have a party for your brother over here tonight? I'm sure you'd love to see him?"
He pressed a kiss to her temple. How was it that she always seemed to know exactly what he needed the moment he needed it? He nodded against the side of her face.
"Okay. Linc – how do you feel about coming over around seven-ish, and let us throw you a party?"
Michael laughed at the happy yelp that came from the phone.
"Michael – I think that's a yes, right?"
He nodded and pulled the phone out of her hand. "Yeah, Linc. Alright – bye." Snapping the phone shut, he pressed her down onto the bed and started kissing her ears while she playfully hit him.
"Be nice to your brother, Michael."
He growled sweetly. "I was." He murmured against her cheek.
She laughed and quickly threw out a "You're lucky I love you, you idiot...", before giving in to him. Who was she to resist?
At six, Sara was running around the appartement like a whirlwind. He loved to see her all worked up, her cheeks all flushed and her make-up only partly done.
Lincoln had called them about six times, and they never picked up the phone. When they finally found the time, they found out the schmuck had left them messages. Six.
#1 "Uh, yeah, Mike – what's the address again?"
#2 (chuckle) "You're busy huh?"
#3 "I'll keeeep on caaallling yoouuuu."
#4 "So, what do you think I should wear tonight?"
#5 "Right – I found an outfit. I need shoes. Michaaaeeel, do you have any shoes my size?Or Sara, for that matter... hehe"
#6 "Gosh – you guys are unbelievable. ... I'm getting bored. Call me back, yeah?"
Michael had rolled his eyes, while Sara found it highly amusing. So, Michael left Sara to call him back. They were on the phone for half an hour, for Pete's sake! And now Sara was panicking to get ready.
He'd seriously have to grill Lincoln for hogging his girl.
SaraShe was ready at a quarter to seven, falling onto the couch exhausted from all the running. Shouldv'e known better than to wear these new shoes while getting ready.
Of course Michael only took fifteen minutes to get ready. She envied him and his good looks. Speaking of, he was looking at her again, with those piercing chrystal eyes. "You look beautiful."
Sara smiled. " Yeah?"
He nodded and came to sit beside her on the couch. "Yeah." He kissed her thoroughly until she was struggling for breath. She was flushed again. "Damn it!" She hit him out of nowhere.
He grinned sweetly. "What did I do?"
"You know damn well what you did." She snorted. He laughed. She laughed. "You are so not getting any tonight."
His laughing came to an abrupt stop.
Just then the doorbell rang, and Sara was grateful, sure that she'd cave in if she'd have to spent another minute looking at his puppyface.
"Hey!" She greeted their guests (Michael was sulking on the couch). "Linc – congratulations! I'm so happy for you!"
She heard Michael mutter grumpily. "I'm so happy. Sure, why not!"
Sara corrected herself. "We're so happy." Lincoln raised his eyebrow. "Don't mind your brother, Linc, he's being an infant."
Lincoln smiled. "What else is new?"
"Veronica!" Sara envelopped her into a hug. "So happy to see you again!" Veronica eagerly hugged her back and whispered: "Hey there, Sis."
They collapsed into a heap of giggles. Sara was happy. Happier than she could ever remember being. She had a lover, a sister, and a brother. Oh – she added as she noticed LJ standing in the doorway – and a nephew.
"Hey, you must be LJ right? I'm Sara." LJ held open his arms and she hugged him back.
"I know." He said. "You have quite a fanbase, you know?" Sara laughed.
"I suppose that's a ... good...thing?"
He grinned. "Yes, even if the fans are lunatics." He raised his volume at the last word, and Lincoln turned around to shoot him a glare.
"Now boys," Veronica admonished. "Play nice. And you Sara..." she walked over to where Sara was standing. "Have to tell me all about the big Reuniting." Sara linked her arm through Veronica's and they moved to the kitchen counter, giggling after every three sentences that were spoken...
Three hours later.
"Well, Sara. That was delicious." Lincoln praised, while Sara bowed to them.
"Glad to be of service."
Lincoln nodded. "Michael didn't help one bit, did he?"
"Hey!" His brother exclaimed. "I cut the vegetables."
"Yes, you did, sweetie." She walked over to him and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "I'm so proud."
Shooting Veronica a look that said 'ah – men, give 'em one compliment and they're in seventh heaven.', Sara leaned down to whisper something I Michael's ear.
"You're still not getting any."
The rest of the table laughed as they saw Michael's face change from exuberant to down-right sad.
They could all guess what he'd been denied.
'Kay, everybody - the party's not over yet! Lemme know what you think of this part, though! Thank you so much for sticking with me...really means a lot.
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