Sorry this is so late. I was busy with school, and didn't know how I wanted to word this.

"While you were sleeping, I figured out everything. I was constructed for you, and you were molded for me."

Lullaby – The Spill Canvas

He had slammed on his brakes, swerving to stay under control, and then said her name again. He listened to her little chuckle, and one handedly he had turned the car around with an illegal u-turn, but he didn't care.

She was alive, and that was all that mattered. He tried to stay on the phone with her, just listen to her as he sped the three hour drive back to where Lincoln was staying, but after his fifth swerve and near collision, they both decided it was better to hang up and allow him to concentrate on his driving.

"I can't have you dying on me now." She had said, and even though he wanted nothing more than to hear her melodic voice, he knew she was right.

"I'll be there as fast as I can. I love you." He had said.

"I love you too." The end of the conversation in mind as he drove, he smiled the entire drive home. He could not believe it. First, he thought he would never see her again after she had been arrested, and then she found him. Now, she had supposedly "died," and she had found Lincoln, which, in a way, found him.

Night had fallen, and as he pulled up to the driveway, he saw a figure stand up. His heart jumped in his throat, and the tears of joy that had threatened to fall ever since hearing her voice, came right on back. It was time.

Getting off the phone with him had her feeling giddy inside, and it wasn't until a couple of seconds later that she realized she had dried tears on her face. She held her hands to her cheeks and felt how heated the flesh underneath it was, and then smiled again. She could not wait to see him. She turned to Lincoln and LJ, and beamed at them too. She couldn't help it. She was ecstatic.

"I still can't believe it." LJ said. When she had knocked on the door and he opened it, his face turned white. "I really hope that this is not a dream." He finished.

She went over and pinched him on the cheek. He flinched. "Guess it's not a dream, huh." She said, and laughed, and LJ joined her, finally followed by Lincoln. He could not believe the turn of events. What started as a dark and dreary ending had a bright and sunny beginning. Now all they needed was Michael.

Time passed dreadfully slow. She told them what happened. How the Company faked her death, but still kept her hostage. How she escaped from the room she had been held in by following Michael's footsteps: she had nicked a screwdriver that she had seen from the house as they brought her in, and started burrowing at a crack in the wall behind a small dresser. Eventually, the crack widened, until finally it was big enough for her to squeeze out of. She left in the dead of night, and hadn't seen the Company since.

When there was about thirty minutes left of the three hour drive Michael had, Sara excused herself and went outside to sit on the steps of the small porch. It was rather chilly, but she ignored it, anxious to see Michael. Lincoln followed her outside holding a blanket, and gently draped it around her shoulders, handing her a cup of coffee. He then went back inside the house, shutting the door gently behind him. There was nothing to do but wait.

Slowly, headlights turned into the driveway, and instantly she stood up. And a smile graced her features.

Michael got out of the car, not bothering to shut the door so that there was a little bit of light. And he saw her. Her hair had been stripped of the dreadful brown color she had dyed, and back to her illustrious red. He slowly made his way to her, and she met him halfway, stopping at arms length. They simple stared at each other, communicating with their eyes, just like how they used to. Slowly, Sara raised her arm and placed her thumb on his cheek, wiping away a tear that he did not know had fallen. The dam broke, and he launched forward, grabbing her gently around the waist and holding her. She reciprocated, slipping her arms around his neck and brought him as close as physically possible to herself.

He buried his face in her neck, tears of joy streaming down his face. "How?" he choked out? He squeezed her even tighter, needing to feel every inch of her body against his.

"Not now." She said against his shirt. Right now, she was just reveling in the fact that he was here, and she was here, and they were together. She pulled her face back slightly to look at him, and he raised his to look at hers. She shook her head slightly, and he nodded.

Raising his hands to cup her face, he wiped away any tears that were on her face, and then left his hands where they were, gently cupping it. "I've missed you." He said softly.

She raised her blanketed arms to hold onto his wrists. "I've missed you too." She smiled at him. "A lot."

He smirked. "A lot, huh?"

Letting go of his wrists, she reached down to grab the folds of his shirt, cocking her head in mock thought. "Nah."

"Nah?"

"That's right."

"You just said you did."

She shrugged her shoulder in a non-committal way. "I lied." Offering him a coy smile, she reached up and brought her lips to his. The teasing banter he was about to offer died on his lips as he tasted her again, the first time in about three weeks. It was just as good as he remembered.

As the kiss ended, he dropped his hands back to her waist, but kept his forehead connected to hers. "I love you." He whispered, voice full of emotion.

"I love you too." She whispered back. He dropped down to kiss her again, a short sweet kiss, before pulling away again.

"I have something for you." He told her, dropping his hands from her waist. He entwined one of his hands with her and squeezed gently, pulling her to the car.

She looked at him in confusion. "What?" she asked.

He gave her a mysterious look, and then reached into the car, pulled out something, and held it in his outstretched hand to her.

She looked at him curiously before looking down, and then let out a smile, her eyes brimming with tears again. It was the flower he had given her, long ago in the infirmary. She took it from him and held it softly, staring at it in admiration, before bringing it to her chest, close to her heart. It was the last thing he saw before she launched herself in his arms. He held onto her, lifting her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Laughing, he spun her around, before stopping and reaching up to kiss her again. Now that he could, whenever he wanted, he vowed to do it at least twenty times a day. Maybe more.

He smiled inwardly at the thought. They had a long time ahead of them.

"I know this may be redundant, but I think it bears repeating: I think I found my other half. I swear I found my better half."

Aim, Snap, Fall – The Spill Canvas

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