When I think back on these times

And the dreams we left behind

I'll be glad 'cause I was bless

To get to have you in my life…

"You kept it." Michael grinned.

Sara raised her eyebrow, "Kept what?"

"The flower."

Sara slyly smiled as she looked down at her clipboard, " Well I'm a pack rat, I never throw anything out."

"Yeah, all this clutter. Its overwhelming." Michael bantered.

Before she could even contemplate what she was about to say, she didn't. "You should see my apartment."

"Whoa. Haven't even had my first date yet and you're already inviting me in. thought you were a nice girl." Michael smirked.

Sara blushed and approached Michael to do her routine check-up. "Oh Michael, we all know nice girls finish last." She motioned for Michael to lift up his shirt.

Michael obliging, "So where do you finish?"

Sara smiled to herself, "It depends on where I start." She used the stethoscope to listen to Michael's heartbeat, and looked up at him. His steely blue eyes captivating her body and soul. This man could look at her and she would melt into a puddle right there and then. As she lost herself in his ocean eyes, she forgot to breathe.

Oh the things this man has made her feel.


"The first thing they tell you when you take the job is never to fall in love with an inmate." Sara told him bluntly.

It hovered above them as if it even needed to be said. Michael slowly lifted a hand to lightly stroke her head. She leaned into his touch as he lowered his head. He pressed his lips against hers ever so softly she thought she'd melt into a puddle.

No, it didn't need to be said.


"Either way, you still owe me dinner." She reminded from the back of the car.

Michael raised his eyebrow and turned to her, "Is that so?" a smile tugging the corners of his mouth.

"Yeah. First week in Fox River, you promised me, if you ever got out of there, you'd take me to dinner." Sara recalled.

"Well, maybe, after we wrap this up, we can stop off and get you a burrito on the way back to Pope's house." Michael joked, Sara hoped.

"Scofield, I don't know what you're used to, but anything short of a filet mignon is not going to cut it with me."


"You look beautiful." Michael whispered in her ear. He pulled back, tucking a strand of har behind her ear.

Sara blushed, "Thank you." She handed her calla lily that she and Michael picked together, to Lincoln and took Michael's hands in hers smiling brightly at him.

"It's my understanding you'd like to keep this simple?" the minister asked.

Sara looked up at Michael, "We've never actually managed to keep anything simple." Sara and Michael chuckled. "You can try."

The minister smiled. "Well, let's begin then shall we. Family and friends, we gather here to celebrate the union between Michael Scofield and Sara Tancredi."

Sara's eyes abruptly opened and found herself breathing heavily. After a second, reality had set in. She was in her home, in her bed with the man she is sharing her life with. She quietly sat up and closed her eyes, breathing in to calm herself.

It wasn't just a night or two no more, it has been every night for the last month. They were becoming more and more vivid and she couldn't shake them off. She would wake the next morning drenched in her sweat. It came to the point where she was afraid to even sleep knowing what was waiting for her in the unconscious world.

She couldn't tell him either. The guilt had been eating at her every day since it first happened. They lived together for years and it happened one night. They could no longer stop themselves and deny what they felt for each other.

She never thought her loyalty to Michael would ever falter but it did. He made her somewhat happy and he was, is, there. Michael isn't. That's the reality she was living in.

Sara opened her eyes and glanced at her bedside clock. 2:32am it read. She gently pushed the covers away and reached for her robe. She gently tiptoed out her room and passed by Mike's room, gently opening the door and peek at Michael's parting gift to her. As she stared at her sleeping son, she couldn't help but think of Michael. For the past few years, she has actively stopped herself from doing so, it hurt then and it still hurt today.

She thought she had experienced the greatest pain when she lost her mother an early age but losing Michael was another level of pain. When she had Michael's son and he wasn't there, the grief was amplified even more.

Overwhelmed with emotions, she closed her son's door and headed down to the living room plopping herself on the couch. She stared into the darkness as she wrapped the woolly blanket around herself eventually laying herself down. As her eyes wandered around, it landed on where the moonlight shone. The red origami flower Michael had given her for her birthday. She stared at it with guilt.

"Sara?" he half-sleep called out.

Sara was startled, knocking out her thoughts. She cleared her throat, "Hey."

He rubbed his eye as he joined her on the couch. "What are you doing down here?"

Sara contemplated for a second before deciding on keeping her dreams to herself. She smiled into the darkness. "Just couldn't sleep."

"Bad dream?" he probed.

She shook her head, hesitating, "Not bad, just… it's not important."

He wrapped his arm around her as he kissed her temple. "You sure?"

Sara laid her head on his shoulder. "Yes."

"I love you Sara." he murmured in her hair.

"I love you too, Linc."


Worth continuing?