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Two months later
Sara

Sara sat behind her desk at home and gently tapped the pencil to the hardwood. Three months had passed. Three months – half of his sentence. She sighed. It had been okay – it was as good as it could be, with the Warden protecting them on the outings, and stolen kisses when he came in for his shots. She couldn't expect anything more.

She smiled at the photoframe and turned it a little more towards her. His smile lit up the glass and his chrystal eyes looked at her laughing. Lincoln had given her this picture when they all got together a week ago, after she had been nagging to him for about six weeks. She was tired of his mugshot, damn it! And then he had handed the photo to her, carefully. His eyes held a weird expression in them, but she supposed he meant Take care of him, please. He's not just my little brother anymore.He's your guy,Sara. He's yours.

Or something. She had immediately walked over to this very desk and retrieved the empty frame from the top drawer. A frame that she had preserved for this very purpose. Placing it behind the glass, she gently pushed the lock back to its place and had precisely placed the frame where she would always be able to see it. She'd walked back over to Lincoln, and without asking her, he'd opened his arms and had enveloped her in his embrace. They'd stood there for minutes. She'd felt so loved and wanted. A baby sister, his eyes told her. You're my baby sister, Doc.

Sara stared at her flickering computerscreen and was startled when a new Outlook - window popped up. You have one new message. Michael had mail? She tentatively clicked the button and peered at the sender.

sender : Julio Fernandes

subject : Simon, how are you?

She tapped the mouse and the message opened. She smiled. It had Fernando written all over it.

Simon,

How are ya, pappi?

Julio

Opening the attachment 'memories.mp3.' , she heard the familiar sounds of Simon and Garfunkel playing. Oh. Her mouth opened slightly and a chuckle escaped. Julio.

Sighing out of relief now that she knew Sucre was okay, she turned down the light after shooting a final craving look at Michael's picture and padded over to the bedroom. Crawling into the too neat bed, with the far too clean sheets, she snuggled into her pillow.

Sweet dreams, Michael.

Michael

"Hey Ben?"

Ben climbed down from his bed and sat next to Michael on the cold cell floor, as had become a ritual for them for the previous months. He smirked. Why am I always the one sitting on the cold fucking floor? His eyebrows knitted together and he bit the inside of his cheek.

Michael grinned. Don't blame me, man! You picked the top bed...

His cellmate rolled his eyes. If I'd known you'd be such a needy little cellmate, I'd have asked for a transfer.

Michael pushed his shoulder lightly. Be nice.

Whatever. What's up?

He thought for a minute. What's your story?

Ben looked away from him, as he had all the previous times Michael had asked him this particular question. The lad was resourceful, he knew. But well, in prison you couldn't just Google things. His past was something he was not ashamed of, but everybody had told him he should be. He became strong in prison, immune almost to anything the had thrown his way. Never show anything amongst the inmates. But Michael was different. Turning back to look him in the eyes, he felt that it was time he told his friend – his friend.

(And a rock feels no pain . And an island never cries) - Simon and Garfunkel, I am a rock

I fell in love.

Michael looked at him with apprehension. With someone you shouldn't have?

Ben shrugged. With someone they told me I shouldn't have. A beat passed. But it felt right, you know?

And they found out. They found out and told me I couldn't. They found out, and found something small I did wrong, striking me three times as hard as they should have. But, you can't choose who you fall in love with, you know? It's about love, not gender.

He looked up into Michael's face and only saw him nod his consent. He didn't even flinch, as to where the others he had turned their faces away in disgust. He hadn't mattered to them anymore, and they never even tried to fight. They never even fought.

He felt Michael's touch lightly on his shoulder as he softly murmured an I'm sorry, pressing his fingers speaking the same words, on Ben's skin, making the statement even stronger. Ben put his hand on top of Michael's and hung his head. Michael knew he was crying and recalled Simon and Garfunkels words : If I never loved I never would have cried.

Michael shook his head. It's only love. What's the world so afraid of?

Love.

How he missed Sara right now. He missed her so much it lay heavily on his chest.

Goodnight, Sara. I love you more than you'll ever know.

The next day
Sara

Sara pressed a cotton ball to his needle-cracked skin and quickly removed it, pressing a kiss to it, and then covering it up again. His head snapped to the window, before capturing her lips when he saw no one was around. She softly moaned against his lips.

"Three more months, Michael..." He nodded with a small smile. "Oh – and Sucre e-mailed us. He added a Simon and Garfunkel song to his e-mail. I suppose you can guess which one?"

Michael laughed out loud. Oh, Suces. "Yeah."

She cleared her throat lightly. "And who would Rosie be in this particular scenario?"

He shrugged with a frown. "I wouldn't know."

She hit him. Hard. "You're an idiot."

"I'm your idiot."

Sara kissed him quickly. "Yes, you are."

His eyes gazed into hers and he quirked an eyebrow. "How's our place...still standing?" She bit her lip nervously.

"Actually – this cat wandered in and pushed over a candle. The whole place burned down, honey..."

"You're funny." She nodded.

"Yes."

Sara stepped out of the elevator and curiously eyed the objects in front of her. Three packages where neatly stapled in front of the wooden door. She carefully lifted them into her arms and pushed the door open with her foot. Inside, she placed them on the couch and nearly bounced in her seat next to them. She opened the note attached to the first one.

She gasped when she recognised his handwriting. Michael?

Hey sweetie,

I can almost see you sitting there, probably indian style on that couch, peering curiously at the presents and this note. In case you were wondering, I got some help from the Warden preparing all of this. He owes me for that Taj.

Now, I know it's not your birthday, nor our anniversary... But it's just a sign to show you how much I love you. Sara, I'd be nothing without you – I love you more than I've ever loved anyone. Never forget.

We're halfway there, Sara.

Love you always,

Michael.

I can't stand homophobia - why is the world so afraid? It's just love. Unfortunately, the world doesn't seem to get this and things like what happened to Ben keep on happening. Even worse things happen. Please, try to stop this...

Anyway...What's in the presents?

Tune in tomorrow!

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