A/N : Another small chappy, because I'm being forced to go to a play...I don't want to. But I will not leave you hanging, okay! I promised myself that!

Now, the countdown has begun : the time a week before Michael is set free.

Ain't it exciting?

Let me know what you think, okay? Please, please, please?

XO

Sara

Sara raised her head a little and smiled at Michael from their spot on the operatingtable. "Soon, we'll be in our own bed..."

Michael groaned."I hope so..Because these things .." he pulled a pillow out from under his back. "..are highly uncomfortable." He pressed a kiss on her lips. "One week, huh?"

She had turned herself away from him and softly murmured "Yeah. One week." Michael pushed himself up and threw his arms around her shoulders, his lips finding their spot right underneath her earlobe. "It's going to be the longest week of my life." He nodded against her shoulderblades.

"But after that...God, Sara, it's going to be amazing!"

Sara pushed her bottomlip out. "Just amazing?"

He laughed next to her ear. "Fantastic, wonderful, earth-shattering, whatever...for always and always." She half-turned and he grabbed a hold of her wrist, rolling the green diamond in between his fingers.

"...gave me that."

"Huh?" He looked confused and furrowed his brows together.

Sara grinned from ear to ear. "I said : I still can't believe you gave me that."

Michael sighed with a smile. "Honey, it's been three months...get over it."

She cuddled her head in the crook of his neck, like a small kitten demanding attention. "I love it when you call me that."

"Honey?"

"Hmm."

"Honey."

"Hmm?"

" I imagine Mr. Potter is waiting for us." He grinned. The Warden was busy reading his third Potterbook, having read the other two on the previous dates. So either he was a very fast reader, or...

She pouted and looked into his eyes with great Bambi ones. "Three more minutes?"

He exhaled deeply. "Fine."

Henry

Give them a bit more time, Henry. It's been three hours! It's their last date together. Bloody hell, in less than a week they can have all the time the want!

Torn, he looked at the finished Potterbook in his lap.

Get up, Henry. No, Henry. I said – get up! Up,up,up,up,up! Fine.

He walked over to the door, but just as he was about to knock, they walked out with soft smiles on their faces. Michael looked a bit embarrassed.

"Sorry." He mumbled.

His girlfriend, on the other hand, just stared of lazily into the distance, still clouded by her happiness. The Warden shook his head. Aargh, women. Give 'em three hours in an OR, and they're pleased beyond belief...

"Ready to go, Sara?"

"Hmm?"

"I said, are you ready to go?"

Michael snickered. "Sorry, sir. She's a bit...fuzzy."

Henry Pope laughed. A year ago, he'd never thought about calling Dr. Tancredi, woman all around organized, fuzzy, but now – it seemed just the word.

That evening

Ben

Three hours.

Three hours?

Michael grinned at his cellmate's astonished reaction, and repeated his words with a proud smirk in place. Three. Hours.

Dude! They bumped their fists together. He'd miss this, Michael realised. He'd miss Ben once he was gone.

You do know I'll come see you, right? Ben shook his head.

I don't want you to look back, Michael. You've gotta move forward. He sighed. You shouldn't come back. You can never look back.

Michael's eyes were sparkling wickedly and Ben knew he was fighting a losing battle. He smiled a little. Michael was one of the most stubborn men he had ever known. And hell! He'd be faced with Fox River everyday, seeing as his amour still worked here. Ben liked the doctor. He'd give her lopsided grins and she'd look at him in a cute jealous way. Like Grrr, you get to spend time with my boyfriend. But even though he could never communicate with the doc the way he could with Michael, it was okay. Because Michael linked them together.

Michael linked him to everything. They were the golden duo, never leaving eachother's side. But that would soon be over, when Michael would go back to living.

His cellmate shook his head slightly and kinked an eyebrow. Friends are family you make for yourself. You don't turn your back on family, man!

Ben rolled his eyes. Whatever.

Sara

When the sun sets around me

Sara smiled at Chance, who lay next to her in bed, all dewey-eyed and furry. She pressed a small goodnight kiss on his nose.

"One week, Chance. He's coming home."

So? What did you think?

Ps: Once again sorry 'bout the short chappy - The play is 'cramping my style'. LOL

XO