Name: Marry Her

Characters: Lincoln, Michael, Sara

Pairing: Michael/Sara

Genre: dialogue-only, non-epilogue-compliant, het, fluff, humor, general, and a tiny pinch of crack too

Rating: PG-13

Word count: approx. 1200 words

Warning: Probably slightly out of character, due to the genre as well as some other, insane factors currently ruling over my life. Sorry for that.

Summary: A little humorous and naughty idea about the way how Michael came to ask Sara to marry him. ;)

A/N: Thanks spunkyar, for the wonderful beta. *squishes*

For msgenevieve, whose birthday I was forced to miss for my computer was broken at that time. I am so sorry dear, hope to make it up to you at least a tiny bit with this totally silly, cheesy ficlet.

*hugs you tight*

Marry Her

"Why don't you marry her?"

"What??"

"I mean, what's there to wait for? She is perfect for you, you two love each other like crazy, and hell, she's even carrying your child!"

"That's barely a reason to get married nowadays Lincoln, especially you should know that. Besides, there is still so much for us to learn about each other, still so much to talk about, and so many issues to solve…"

"Jeez Michael, just once try not to plan every damned trifle in your life and instead try to live it. C'mon, you know even better than me that there will be plenty of time to do all the things you mentioned even after the wedding."

"What are you, an expert on familial life all of a sudden, Linc?"

"Hey! Stop being sarcastic with me, you know how much I hate that."

"Then you stop pushing me with insane notions, alright? Why do you care so much anyway?"

"Because I think you should made it official, little bro. You've got yourself a gorgeous girl and a baby on the way. Call my old-fashioned if you must, but I really believe that's enough reason to ask the love of your life to marry you. Besides, I know that despite anything you will try to feed me, you want this as much as I do. And you want it painfully, pathetically, in-the-worst-cheesy-mushy-sugary-ball-less way, daydreaming about Sara wearing the white dress more frequently than just about anything else in your entire life."

"Congratulations. I'm more than a little impressed by your new-found expressiveness. Now, are you finished? Because I certainly am with this insane conversation. Never mind, you've got it all wrong. What I want most for our lives is to get settled in a peaceful and quiet way before we decide to jump head straight into far more life-changing decisions, you know."

"It's a little bit late for that, don't you think, little bro? For heavens sake, you've got a kid on the way! And don't give me that 'I am freaked out' look, I know you are super-excited about it in that goofy, yay-I'm-gonna-be-a-daddy-soon way of yours, both of you are. Hell, you two managed to infect even me and LJ with your childlike enthusiasm! But forget that, that's off the point right now. I still don't get it Michael, what difference does it make if you marry her now, or in ten years time? We all know she is – and I quote - 'the one'. So why wait?"

"You know very well why, Linc. Sara's life is already stressful enough as it is. I just don't want to add to that by rushing or pressuring her into anything she might not be comfortable with yet…"

"Don't say such a bulsh- … Wait, that's not it, is it?"

"I honestly don't know what you are talking about."

"Shit, you're scared she'll give you a big, fat 'No!' Admit it you little, yellow-belly chicken!"

"I'm not Linc! And I also don't see what's there to laugh about."

"Jeez Michael, how do you even manage to come up with such a stupid thought in that supposedly ingenious brain of yours? That woman gave up everything for you; she lost her job, her reputation, was on the run, sat in prison, went over a public and closely watched trial, killed a man and almost was killed in the process of…"

"…thanks a lot for reminding me…"

"…and still, all she does is blabber happily about something called 'diaper duty' while carrying the most goofy, silly, proud grin on her face!"

"That's not what I…wait, what? You really think she is…proud… of that?"

"Michael honestly, have you lost all your senses during your operation? You should have seen her this morning; she was humming a freaking lullaby during breakfast without even noticing! …Not to mention she ate half the jar of marmalade, the very last jar of marmalade just for your information, and when I tried to tell her that I…Hey, what are you chuckling about?"

"Nothing…"

"Ow, don't give me that, little brother! Spill out, what's so funny?"

"Nothing, really…only that I just realized that you are right, she does like marmalade a lot…"

"Jeez, keep all the dirty details to yourself, ok?"

"Hey! I was implying nothing of that kind! Besides, since when are you the prude out of the two of us?"

"I'm not the prude one, never was, never will be. But good try to deflect, little bro! Anyway, let's get back to business. Now, are you asking her to marry you or not?"

"No way Linc. Apart from everything else, I really think Sara doesn't feel we're there just yet…"

"Don't be a coward Michael!"

"Stop it, you're utterly insane Linc, I don't even have a ring!"

"Gosh, you know Sara as well as I do, Michael. She won't care about such, such…fiddle-faddle!"

"Ehm! So you call an engagement ring a 'fiddle-faddle?"

"You are deflecting again, Michael. For Christ sake, just ask her! Go!"

"What?"

"I said Go! Go ask her!"

"WHAT?! You mean, like now?"

"No, I mean next Christmas, of course I mean now!"

"I cannot ask her now, I need to prepare, I…"

"For crying out loud, I swear that if you won't do it, I will!"

"Wait, stop, where are you going? What the hell do you think you're doing, Lincoln?!"

"What does it look like? I'm going to ask Sara if she will marry you. Although your chances will drop significantly once I tell her you were behaving like a wagtail even considering the notion."

"Don't be ridiculous, Lincoln!"

"Me? Really? Either way, one of us is about to ask her to marry you. You choose which one you want that to be, but consider the awkwardness level if you pick me."

"You are horrible, you know that?"

"Is that a yes?"

"Maybe."

"Not good enough."

"OKAY!"

"'Okay' what?"

"Okay, I will do it! There, happy?"

"You have no idea, little bro."

"You can wipe that stupid grin off of your face, it makes you look like an idiot. And I hate you by the way, you know that?"

"That's the spirit! Now go!"

----------------30 minutes later------------------

"So? How'd it go?"

"…"

"That bad, huh?"

"I told you it was a stupid idea…"

"No wait, really?"

"…"

"Gosh, I'm so sorry, Michael! I would never think sh-"

"…cause now we have to call Sucre and Alex right back, for the wedding is in two days time!"

"WHAAAAAAT?? Jeez, you nearly gave me a heart attack, you nasty little asshole of a liar! And congratulations!

"Thanks Linc. For giving me the right kick in the ass…"

"Oh, and here comes the lady of honor too. Congratulations Sara!"

"Thank you, Lincoln. Does this mean I get to call you my brother from now on, too?"

"Heh, you can call me whatever you want dear soon-to-be-sister-in-law, you can call me whatever you want!"

"Asshole?"

"Shut it, Michael, there's a pregnant lady in the room."

"You know I'm not a nice girl Lincoln, I don't mind."

"That's my girl!"

"Jeez, get a room you two."

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