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(Michael)

Their hot kisses continued as the Limo came to a stop; neither of them aware that the vehicle was no longer moving. It wasn't until the driver tugged on the locked door, that Michael realized they had reached their destination. He pulled away reluctantly his whole body protesting.

"I think we're home, Sara". He managed in his breathlessness.

Sara was looking at him like she wanted to eat him, her eyes heavy lidded in her desire. Her dress was barely on and the sight of her reddened thigh peeking out at him made him ache for her all the more. He reached and pushed down her dress. And then blocking her body as much as her could he cracked the window.

"Just a minute, okay?"

The driver nodded.

Michael pushed the button sending the window back up granting them a temporary privacy. Sara was hastily fixing her dress, her hands moving over her curves smoothing it down. He watched her for a moment, his eyes drawn to the places his lips had so recently kissed. He couldn't help thinking how beautiful she looked. It amazed him that she was in love with him.

He had been relieved by her answer to his question. Sara had promised she would never smoke pot again. And this was important to Michael. He couldn't stand the thought of Sara using. He was against drugs in every way. His brother's past drug problems being the core reason.

He pulled his eyes from her and examined his tux. It was rumpled, but other than that he was good to go. He scraped a hand across his face and looked at Sara who was now staring at him.

"You ready?"

She nodded, but when he reached for the door handle she stopped him with a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"Michael, I meant what I said in the closet. I'm in love with you." Her eyes never left his.

"Me too, Sara," Michael smiled as his mouth moved closer, unable to resist one last kiss.

And when her mouth so soft met his with such heat he thought he might explode. He pulled back, his breath coming a little fast.

"If we don't get out of this Limo soon I won't be held accountable for what might happen."

Sara grinned. "You promise?"

Michael laughed and reached to open the door.

(Sara)

It was all Sara could do to let him step from the Limo. She wanted to pull him back in and insist the driver do just that; drive. She didn't care where he took them, just so long as this fairytale didn't have to end. She thought maybe she had an idea how Cinderella must have felt at the end of the ball. But she knew the night had to end, all good things did. And while the night had had its down side, for the most part it had been amazing.

She sighed softly and stepped from the Limo joining Michael on the sidewalk in front of their home. She knew this was probably for the best. If they spent much more time locked together in a small space things would escalate. She felt her whole body growing warm at the thought. It was definitely what she wanted. And she knew it was inevitable, but still she was a little nervous.

Sara turned and met his eyes; the taillights from the departing Limo making them luminous in their intensity.

"We should go in," she spoke, but didn't move.

He nodded. "Yeah, I know. I just don't want the night to end."

"It doesn't have to." Sara surprised herself.

She felt the butterflies in her stomach take flight. It was one thing when things happened in the heat of the moment, but to actually voice an invitation? Well that was an entirely different thing altogether. She smiled nervously at him, trying to gauge his reaction. His eyes had grown even more intense.

"Do you think they waited up?" He spoke softly in the quiet darkness, the only light coming from the street lights overhead.

Sara shrugged. "I guess there's only one way to find out. We go in."

They headed quietly to the door, both of them not sure if they wanted their parents or an empty house waiting for them on the other side.

Sara turned the key in the lock and holding her breath she pushed the door open. The scene on the other side of the door caused them both to freeze in their tracks.

"I don't care what you have to do to make this happen," Aldo Burrows paced as he spoke.

Sara's eyes flew from her agitated step father to her mother standing close by twisting her hands anxiously. Sara felt the color drain from her face. Did they somehow know? She felt Michael nudge her and stepped fully into the foyer.

"What's going on?" She made herself speak.

Her mother's eyes flew anxiously to her as if just realizing she and Michael were home. She said nothing, but rushed to them and led them quickly to Aldo's office. Sara could hear her step father speaking intensely and then the door was closed and her mother turned to them.

Grace's worried eyes went to Michael as she stepped forward, taking his hands into hers.

"Michael, your father is doing everything that he can, but..."

"Tell me what's going on…is it Lincoln; is he okay?" Michael demanded cutting her off.

Grace nodded. "He's safe…but…Michael, Lincoln has been arrested." She paused only briefly.

"For possession of Marijuana with intent to sell," Grace exhaled loudly.

"I'm so sorry."

Michael pulled his hands from hers and cupped his head.

Sara dragged her eyes from her mother's worried face and looked to Michael's tear glistened eyes, the pain in them cutting through her, quickly becoming her own.

"Mom could we have a minute, please?"

Grace turned to her. "Sure, sweetheart." Sara thought her mother sounded grateful.

Grace turned to the door, but then hesitated before turning back to Michael.

"Your father will take care of this. He'll do everything he possibly can; you know that, don't you, dear?"

Michael's red eyes moved to his step mother.

He nodded. "Yeah, I know he will."

Grace smiled gently, and then closing the door behind her, she left the room.

Sara went to him quickly.

"Michael, I'm so…I don't…" She wanted to tell him how sorry she was, but she didn't know what to say to him; how to make this better; how to take away his pain. She knew how much he loved his brother.

He looked at her and forced a smile, but it was bitter. "Fucking drugs…How could he do this!?"

Sara was a bit taken aback. She had never heard Michael use profanity.

"I'm sure it will be okay," she said reaching for him, but he pulled away turning his back to her.

"He promised me, Sara…no more drugs…He promised!"

He turned to look at her and her heart ached at the sight of the tears streaming from his eyes.

"Michael, please, everything will be okay, you have to believe that. Aldo will fix it; he'll get Lincoln the best lawyers…"

He scraped his arm across his face and shook his head. And then he said the words that broke her heart.

"I have to go home, Sara, I have to go back to Chicago."