|Crossing a Line
Author: Liayso PM
Set during and after Ep. 15: “By the Skin and the Teeth.” AU after that. To further their relationship, they have to cross the line that seperates them. MichaelSaraRated: Fiction K+ - English - Romance - Chapters: 9 - Words: 17,147 - Reviews: 75 - Favs: 26 - Follows: 18 - Updated: 05-28-06 - Published: 04-01-06 - Status: Complete - id: 2871265
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Michael laughed and smiled at his daughter as he pushed her on the swing. Sara stood at a table and was watching them at the swing set as she prepared lunch.
Michael had served his jail time, which only lasted a couple of months due to good behavior and that the public rallied together to get him his freedom. The brother's story became a big thing, but the whole thing eventually died down after awhile. Michael didn't care. As long as he was with Sara, everything was perfect. And one day, after he got out, he made sure it would always be that way.
The two of them sat on the swings, late at night, holding hands once again.
"Do you remember the first time you made me pancakes?"
"Yeah," Sara turned to face him, "What about it?"
Michael smiled slightly. "Well, you never responded to what I asked of you."
Sara looked at him funny, trying to remember what he meant. Then it hit her. He had asked her to marry him. "Oh." She blushed.
Michael grinned at her. "Well?"
"You were a fugitive at the time and also a married man. I didn't know how to respond back then."
Michael laughed lightly. "Well, I'm no longer on the run anymore, and I did get a divorce. So what do you say now?"
"I say you better get me a ring, get down on one knee, and ask me before I change my mind about you, Mr. Scofield," Sara said with a playful smirk.
"Well, all right then," and with that Michael stood up from his seat on the swing. He positioned himself right in front of Sara and got down on one knee, pulling out a dark velvet box from his pocket.
will you marry me?"
Sara was shocked. She wasn't expecting him to propose right then and there. She stared down at the ring as it shimmered in the moonlight. Soon she smiled and nodded.
"Yes Michael, I will marry you."
Michael's heart leapt for joy and he was grinning from ear to ear. He slipped the ring upon Sara's finger and pulled her up from the swing, into a deep kiss.
That night Sara wore the ring to bed and the two made love to each other well into the night. The wedding took place months after that. And here they were now, five years and nine months later, at the park, spending quality time with their beautiful daughter.
Michael continued to push her on the swing as she giggled and smiled. She was the five year old version of his mother. She had dark hair and blue green eyes, and was playful and kindhearted, but she still had a hint mischievousness within her. And that suited her, seeing as she was named after his mother.
"Okay Katherine," Michael said with a smile, "I'm going to stop pushing you now." He moved to watch her from in front of the swing set.
"Oh, but why Daddy?"
He laughed. "You're already going as high enough as is. You don't need me to push you anymore."
"But I want to go even higher! I want to fly to the sky!"
Michael grinned. "Then fly! Jump and try to fly!"
"Jump? Dat's kinda scary, Daddy," the five year old said with a bit of fear in her voice.
"It's okay. If you fall, I'll catch you. I promise."
"Ok!" And with that, Katherine let go of the chains of the swing.
Sara looked up from the table where she had just finished setting up lunch just in time to see her daughter sail through the air and into Michael's arms. Her eyes widened in shock and she immediately rushed to the laughing pair of father and daughter in the sandbox.
Katherine giggled as her daddy hugged her. "I fell, Daddy."
"That's okay, Sweetie. I want you to stay down here on the ground with me and Mommy a bit longer."
Michael and his daughter turned to see Sara huff and puff up to them. She quickly took Katherine into her arms.
"What were you doing?" she asked as she hugged the five year old to her chest.
"I was trying to fly."
"Oh Sweetie! Don't you know how dangerous that was?"
"Daddy told me to do it," Katherine said throwing a childish smirk in the direction of her father, who had a look that said, 'tattle-tell!'
Sara frowned at her husband. She turned back to look down at her daughter. "Well, don't do that ever again, all right?"
"Kat!" The family turned to see a group of kids with a ball. "Do you wanna play ball with us?" a little boy asked.
Katherine looked up at her mother. "Can I?"
"Go ahead, but be careful," Sara said as she set her daughter down.
"I will!" And she ran off to join the other kids.
Michael grinned after his daughter and turned to face his wife, who was still frowning at him. "What?" he asked sheepishly.
"Really Michael, I'd appreciate it if you didn't teach our daughter to do reckless things like that."
Michael chuckled. "You did it years ago, remember?"
"Yeah, but I'm an adult, and she's only five.
Michael chuckled once again. "I'm sorry, Honey." He took a playful step towards her, but she took a step back.
"Uh uh mister," Sara said, drawing a line in the sand with her foot, "you stay on your side of the line."
Michael smirked while crossing right over the line. "Sara, Sara, Sara," he said with a sigh, "you should know by now that lines can't keep me from you." And with that he pulled her into him, his lips crashing down onto hers. The kiss softened as Sara wrapped her arms around her husband's neck.
"EWWW! My parents are kissing! COOTIES!"
Michael and Sara pulled apart slightly to see their daughter grinning at them. They waved to her. She waved back and went back to playing ball with the other kids. Michael wrapped an arm around Sara's waist as they began walking to the picnic table to eat lunch. A warm breeze blew sand over the line Sara drew in the sandbox, making it disappear.
There were no more lines to cross.
A/N: I want to thank you, the reader, for sticking with me to the very end of this fic. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.