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The time is coming

It's coming soon

I feel it in my bones

I feel it in my shoes.

I was lost

But now I'm found

I know my troubles

Are turning around

Katie

That morning, Sara walked into the infirmary with a smile on her face, and Katie knew it would all be over soon. She smiled at the bouncy step the doctor walked with and the way she flicked her hair, obviously in tune of some girly-power song reverbrating in her mind. Her heart was too full of Michael to echo any other sound but his name.

Ah – to be young and in love. Those weeks were everything just clicks, and you know this person is the one you'll be loving eternally. So what if he's a con?

Katie grinned. Congrats, Sara. I'm happy for you.

She pushed open the door to the office and smiled sweetly at her friend. "You seem to be in a pretty good mood this morning?"

"Six days.." Sara told her in a sing-song voice. "Six daays." Her smile broadened. "And then – eternity! " She made a wide 'hallelujah'sign in the air and giggled, jumping up from her chair and parading around the room, her heels softly tapping on the cold tiles. She walked over to Katie and grabbed her hands excitedly.

"Six. Days." Sara shook her head a little with wide eyes and a soft gasp, as if she couldn't quite believe it herself. She swung open the door and stepped through it while performing a little dance. She walked through the hall, and Katie could hear her singing all the while.

Ben

Ben sat with Sara. A weekly ritual for them, a check-up thing, whatever. She had always declared him in good health, and he was positive she would do the same today. You can't break tradition, right?

Yes, you could. You could leave this place.

He shook his head. Not yet. He could smell Sara's sweet perfume. Michael was a lucky bastard. Hell, if things were different, he'd be going after her himself! But he wouldn't now...He bet it didn't stop the other cons from trying, though. He chuckled as he imagined her response to their 'flirtation and innuendo' : Oh, sorry guys – Nr. 51208 has snatched me already...

The moment when the chuckle escaped him, her big brown eyes found his. She looked at him nervously.

"Does he...You know..." she tilted her shoulders, "say...anything about friday?"

Ben looked at her in shock. Are you kidding? He mouthed, and was happy to see a smile appear on her face. He never shuts up!...Well, he grinned, his hands never do. Sara laughed.

"Glad you got this cellie, huh?"

Ben nodded decisively. Definitely. Sara turned her eyes at a spot on the wall, probably remembering his cellie-status. He knew it must hurt her, having a boyfriend in prison. He locked his finger under her chin and turned her gaze back to him.

Hey, his thumb stroked away the doubt on her cheek. He loves you..so much.

"Me too."

You know, Ben told her, had things been different, he'd have me as some serious competition.

"Hehe." She wiggled her eyebrows... "we'd make a good couple, you and I."

He nodded furiously. Oh yeah.

She gave him a small kiss on his cheek. "Well, Mr. Scott, you are in perfect shape, I hope to see you like this again next week."

He grinned wickedly. You kissed me. Wiggling his eyebrows, he added, Wait 'till I tell Michael about this.

She started crackling protests, but they fell on the mute man's deaf ears. He threw a final kiss in the air and was gone.

Michael's gonna freak!

Michael

Michael slammed the door behind him and looked at Sara with wide eyes. "You KISSED Ben?"

Faintly hearing her mutter something about getting that guy for this, he watched her walk over to him and pull out the privacy curtain, sheltering them from view before kissing him passionately, leaving him struggling for breath.

She grinned. " Jealous, are we?"

"W- I – He – he said you'd ... and I quote: kissed him passionately.For Pete's sake, Sara, he even told me that he now understood the way I feel about you. He – I -" a sharp inhale followed. "Did you kiss him passionately?"

She pressed a small kiss to his cheek."Does that feel like a passionate kiss to you?" He shook his head, feeling quite confused. So she was kissing Ben passionately, but all he got was a kiss on the cheek? He pouted.

Sara laughed. "You tell Ben, that if he thinks that's passionate, he's not as healthy as I thought he was. I think I sense quite a bit of frustration. 'Cause, you know –" she lowered her voice to a whisper, " he's not getting any."

Michael squared his shoulders. "I knew that." He proclaimed proudly. "I knew you'd never kiss my cellmate."

"Right. Of course you did." She looked his curiously. "Now : say after me, Michael – 'I, Michael Scofield...' "

He kinked his eyebrow. "This sounds an awful lot like a marriage vow, Sara."

She blushed furiously. "It's not."

He looked deeply into her eyes, before stating " Not this time, it's not."

"Quit it!" Sara smiled nervously, slapping his arm playfully. "It's not funny."

"A little bit."

"Okay...A tiny tiny bit." She shook her head in surrender, rolling her eyes at the mature man. "Now – repeat it."

He sighed. "I, Michael Scofield..."

"...'will never ever again doubt my girl again where other men are concerned'..."

"Sara!" She gave him a stern look and he repeated the words she had repeated. She patted his head.

"Good...'especially in the case of gay men'..."

Michael blushed this time – it had been pretty stupid of him, huh?

" '...and will love her for ever and ever.'..."

He looked at her, his intense chrystal eyes looking down to the very depts of her. "You know I will.." His eyes sparkled as he pulled her lips back to his.

She tore away. "You didn't finish."

He leaned his forhead to hers. "I'll love you for ever and ever, Sara."

Sara beamed. "Good. Now, I'll see you tomorrow..." As he turned around one last time, she grinned. "...and please, sweetie, try not to believe any more stories."

Argh. Women!