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elliephunk80 · 4 years
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This scene was so beautiful. You could really feel the pain and the love.
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elliephunk80 · 4 years
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How in love could you look?! Luddes way of looking at Felicia, wow 😍 and the last scene is so beautiful!
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elliephunk80 · 7 years
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Prison break fan fic
So I felt something was missing in the finale - a scene between Michael and Sara (and a scene between Michael and Mike). To calm myself a litte I tried to write a scene that takes place after the scene where Michael is told he´s a free man.
”What does that mean?”
”It means you´re free to go, Mr Scofield.”
He let the words sink in. The he leaned back on his chair while he heard ”Mr. Scofield” repeat in his head. Michael felt he had to fight to hold back his tears and keep his voice steady. He had no idea hearing his own name could feel so enjoyable and peaceful. 
“You don’t know how long I´ve waited to hear someone call me that.” 
As he stepped out of the corridor, he saw her straight away. Sara. Her face stiffened when she saw him. She got up from the bench and walked against him.  
 ”How did it go?” 
Her voice was full of worry and desperation. In her eyes he saw all that fear that she felt. The fear that he would once again disappear from her, that it would all be a dream. 
He stepped closer to her, put his hands on her upper arms while her anxious eyes tried to find answers in his. He smiled that little modest smile that was so typical of him, while he gave her arms a light squeeze. 
“I’m a free man” 
She gave off a noise, a breath of relief, like all the anxiety and fear she felt in the last few weeks was released.  She threw herself in his arms while she felt her tears stream down her face. Sara hugged him so hard she could, afraid of ever having to let go of him again. 
He closed his eyes and felt a need to pinch himself in his arm. Was this real? He had spent three years trying to accept that he would never hold Sara in his arms again. Tried to find out how he could breathe without his family. Then he spent four years trying to get back to them, to her and Mike. And here he was. Michael Scofield, free, alive, holding his wife in his arms. 
“I love you”, she whispered toward his shoulder. 
He pulled back from her. Took his hand and stretched away the tears from her cheeks. She sobbed again but this time of pure happiness. They both smiled. 
”I love you too. I never stopped loving you”, he said and looked at her with that intense look she missed so much the last seven years. The eyes she meet every night right before falling asleep. The look that first caused her to be swept away, then feel loved, safe and home. But in recent years got her tortured by pain.  
”I know”, she whispered and leaned her head against his and closed her eyes. 
For a while they just stood like that, leaning against each other. As a picture of what they did since the day they met, carried and supported each other at whatever challenge they were up against. 
”I know”, she whispered again.  
They forced themselves to break apart, standing eye to eye again.  
“There’s someone who is very eager to meet you”, Sara said and smiled.
Michael could only answer with a smile.  
”Where is he?”, he asked.  
Sara took his hand in hers and pointed her head toward the door. 
”Outside. With Lincoln. Are you ready?”  
He smiled and nodded.  
”I couldn’t be more ready”, he said as they walked toward the door, to finally reunite their familly.
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