A/N: Hey guys!! It's been a while since my last update uh? Sorry about that, I needed some time before translating it properly... By the way, i hope it was worth the wait. Anyway, before you can go on reading, I have on more thing to say.

Claire, can never thank you enough for what you did for me and for the help you gave me with this chap. Thanks for correcting all my grammar mistakes, this chap really looks a lot better now. And well, you're just a great friend, and not just because of this last favor you made for me.

So guys, I'll let you read the story now, see you at the bottom!

"So… This is the fair you told me about?" Sara asked, amused by the few carrousels in front of them.

"Yeah, I guess… Actually this is completely different from what I've been told…" he said with a quite embarrassed smile, while his hand was scratching his head.

In front of them there were a few kids playing with some bumper cars, a semi-desert carrousel that was wearily rolling, a counter with some puppets that a kid was trying to win by knocking down some empty cans and an old man selling pop corn and some cotton candies.

"So, what about that cotton candy I promised you before?" He asked her, pointing towards the old man in front of them.

"Candy before dinner?" She said trying to look shocked by his idea.

"C'mon, it'll be our little secret." He whispered to her, bringing his index on his lips and offering his hand to Sara.

She finally let her laugher fill once again his ears, and taking his hand, she followed him.

"Two cotton candies, please." He asked politely with a big smile on his lips.

While the old man finally decided to obey to his gentle request, both Sara's and Michael's hands were still one in another and none of them seemed bothered or annoyed by that. Actually it felt so good, so… normal, like an everyday routine!

When the old man handed them the cotton candies they requested, they were forced to let go.

'Ok, so? He took your hand, he bought you a cotton candy, he kinda asked you out… Maybe he really likes you?' She found herself thinking, while her eyes were captured from the gorgeous man in front of her that was still talking with the old man.

She found herself smiling at the thought of that, while her hand brought a bit of the cotton candy to her mouth.

They slowly had a tour of the funfair and their thoughts were right… It was really small! So they decided to sit in one of the empty benches to talk and finish eating their cotton candy.

"You know, I've never been to a funfair." She said taking a small bite of her cotton candy.

"Not even to a shabby one like this?" He asked while his beautiful smile let Sara understand how happy he was that she was opening up to him.

She looked at him for a while, and then a genuine smile spread on her lips. She knew that Michael was a bit embarrassed and disappointed because of the place he took her to, but she didn't really care if he took her to Disneyworld or to a random, shabby, drab fair, because she was having fun, and besides, he was with her. Everything was just perfect.

"No." She said, finally answering to his question. "My mother died when I was a little girl, and my father was always too busy with politics to spend some quality time with me…" She said with in sad voice that didn't go unnoticed to Michael who cursed himself for bringing her back to those awful memories. They were supposed to have fun, not to talk about sad things!

"So you've never had a ride on one of those?" He asked pointing towards the carrousel. His big, blue eyes were now locked with Sara's brown ones and the surprised look on his face made Sara giggle.

"No." She said, still smiling because of his widened blue eyes. "I always say that, one day, when I'll have some kids on my own, the first thing I'll do with them is go to a funfair, and, you know, have a ride with 'em on a carrousel." She smiled and finally took the last bite of her candy.

"Well," he went a little bit closer to her, and she noticed that the look on his face was completely different from the one she saw seconds ago. "I can't really see why you should wait 'til that…" he said, looking her in the eyes and moving his eyebrows up and down.

"Are you trying to say what I think you're trying to say?" She asked, half amused half intrigued by his idea.

"Well, maybe…" He said closing all the distance between them, then almost whispering in her ear, he continued. "Plus, there's nobody here to see us, nor in the carrousel…"

"You can't be serious!" She said laughing, more and more amused by that situation.

"Oh, I am Sara." He smiled, standing up from the bench. "I always am." Now he was serious again and his hand was waiting for her to take it.

"This is so wrong; you know that, don't you?" The wise in girl in her asked him, like they were about to do the most dangerous and forbidden thing in the whole world. But the irrational girl in her let her take his hand and stand up from the bench.

"Of course I do," He said savoring once again the feeling of her hand in his. "but this is what makes it even funnier." He simply said, locking for a moment his gaze with hers, then they headed toward the carrousel.

Once they were on it, Sara finally realized she was living her childhood wildest dream. Being the Governor's daughter wasn't as easy nor as cool as her friends always thought, and most importantly, it never gave her all the benefits they thought she had. Actually all she had were a lonely life, an absent father and a lot of drawbacks. She was forced to attend a private school until she was 18 and all her friends had to be the son or the daughter of some fancy Chicago family.

She smiled at the thought of her father reaction if he could see her right now, having fun with an almost unknown guy, on a carrousel for little kids. She decided it was time to live her life without thinking of what her father would have thought, after all that was the main reason that convinced her to move out.

She decided to sit on a little rig. "Just like a princess!" she thought, while Michael was riding the unicorn on her left.

"Men!!" She heard Michael yell, while he was drawing his invisible sword. "We must protect our beloved princess!!" He said pointing to Sara and looking serious while she was trying hard to hold her laughter.

He was pretending to ride the unicorn and fight with some invisible, but very tough enemies –at least which was what Sara got from the look on his face- just like a loyal knight that would have risked his life to save his princess.

When the platform stopped spinning, Michael offered his hand to Sara to help her get out of that small rig.

"You made it safe and sound to the castle, Milady." He said before bow in front of her.

"I really don't know if I would have made it without you, sir Scofield!" She said, playing perfectly the role of the damsel in distress. "I'll let the king know how brave and loyal you are."

He lifted his head a little so that his eyes were now looking into hers, and it took them just a few seconds before they burst laughing.

They both walked away from the carrousel and reached the only counter they noticed there.

"Knock down 3 cans and win a puppet." Sara said reading the small poster attached to the counter. "Better stop thinking about going home with that cute lion!" She sighed while she was pointing the stuffed animal she noticed and liked. "My aim really sucks!" She added smiling.

"Well, then I'll try!" He said giving the old man some money and receiving 3 balls. "Who knows… Maybe being an engineer will turn out useful!" He flashed a smile towards Sara, while one of those balls was bouncing in his right hand.

Sara found herself, once again, looking at him in a different way. The only thing she was able to do was smile shyly and stood like that without saying anything.

How could it be that everything he said or did, affected her like that? How could he possibly still be unaware of the effect he had on her?

'Oooh, he risks to make a poor figure just to take the puppet you wanted so badly!! It might be love!' The annoying voice in her head teased her.

Sara shook her head trying to ignore what she just thought. After all, what Michael was doing right now, for her, was a simply kind gesture that he would have done for anybody. She wanted to believe that so badly, but the voice in her head didn't think it that way. 'Oh c'mon, you wanna keep making a fool out of yourself? Well, be my guest, but you can't keep pretending that you are not dying for him to win that lion so you can put it on your nightstand and staring at it while you think about him at night before you fall asleep, and at morning as soon as you wake up. God, you're so pathetic, Sara!'

"There you go!" Michael said handing her the puppet he just won for her, a big, proud smile on his face.

"Thank you." She said with a more embarrassed voice than she thought, while taking the puppet from Michael's hand. "You didn't have to…" She finally was able to say, looking him in the eyes and melting like she always did when his crystalline eyes locked with hers.

"I know, but I wanted to." He simply said, and Sara felt her knees going weak. God, she had to put herself together if she wanted to go back home on her legs and not be carried by Michael. 'Even though…' The annoying voice was starting to talk but she shut it up.

"Besides, I admit I had a personal purpose on winning that lion…" He said trying to look serious, while he and Sara started to walk again. "And my purpose was that… I want you to call that puppet Michael Scofield II." He slowly said, turning his head so he could see the amused smile spreading on her lips.

"Oh, really?" She asked raising her brows.

"Yup, it's a way to continue the dynasty." He smiled.

"Well, until you have Christina." She quickly said.

Michael found himself looking at Sara, few steps behind her, with a surprised smile on his lips and shivers all down his spine.

He never thought someone would have ever taken the deal he had with his brother so seriously. Well, nobody except his brother, at least he thought. But then, once again Sara was able to surprise him. After all, she knew how tough it was to grow up without a mother and with an absent father. After all, they were more similar than Michael thought.

"Sure." He finally said, starting to walk a bit faster to reach her. "Until I have Christina." He added.

While they were headed home, they continued talking.

"Seriously you went to Loyola?" She asked surprised, while she was caressing the puppet she was holding.

"Yeah, why?" he asked puzzled.

"I went to Northwestern!" She answered with a big smile.

"Really?" He asked as surprised as she was, returning her a big smile. "Maybe we met before. At a party or something?" He asked with a mischievous smile on his lips, trying to provoke her.

"I don't think so, Michael!" She quickly answered, trying to hide from him the fact that she just blushed. "I would remember…" She added, and now was his time to be caught unprepared. He must admit that he didn't see that coming, but he liked the challenge she just threw at him.

"Is that a compliment, Sara?" He asked, not moving his gaze from her face, waiting for her cheeks to blush again because of him.

"Absolutely not, Michael!" She said trying to stay serious, but she chuckled, failing at the attempt of being convincing. "I'm a good girl, not like the ones who went to those parties you said!"

He just stood speechless looking at her smiling. 'Be careful, Mike.' He said to himself. 'Good girls are unpredictable…'

"And what makes you think that I'm not a good guy?" He asked, trying to provoke her once again.

"Well, first of all, you mentioned parties and not boring libraries." She said trying to make sound predictable what she just said.

"No, that makes me a normal guy!" He said laughing. "Anyway, those freshmen like you that came to us, the seniors… Well, they weren't good girls… Not even a little!" His index pointing towards her, trying to sound severe, while Sara was laughing.

"I just wonder how many girls had a broken heart because of you, Michael." She said without thinking twice.

"None and you know why?" He said, not waiting for one of her funny answers. "Because I'm a good guy!" This time he was pointing at himself, proud of what he just said.

She smiled again, amused by the funny conversation they just had. She loved how he tried to prove to her that he was a good guy, but Michael had no idea that Sara was pretty sure that he was right. She knew he was a good guy, she immediately understood that the day they first met, when he offered to help her with the few heavy boxes she had.

Sara let her mind wander through her memories, when she was back in college. She found herself wondering how it could have been if they actually met when they were both attending University. She could see a younger Michael and Sara meeting at one of those parties, studying together, and living in the same Campus. She thought of how great it would have been if they could have spent every free hour together, sitting near their favorite tree, with nothing in mind but just talking and kissing.

"So, here we are." Michael said stopping in front of her house and bringing her back to reality. "I'm sorry I changed our plans and took you to that shabby funfair." He said sounding really sorry for that.

"I had the first ride on a carrousel with you and you also won this lovely lion for me," She said. Trying not to sound pathetic. "how can I possibly be sorry for that? This was one of the best nights of my life." She cursed herself for failing in her attempt. She just sounded as one of those teenager that after their first date with a guy, they start to think about their future together and how they're gonna name their babies. She hoped he didn't notice that.

"What, really?" He said almost surprised, his mischievous grin and his blue eyes once again on her, 'causing Sara to almost pray that he hasn't noticed how her body was reacting to those beautiful, innocent –well, maybe not that innocent- blue eyes locked with hers. She was trying on something to say, -anything that had sense- but he was faster, "Well, then I promise you our 'pizza and movie' night will be as terrific as this one." He said, moving slowly his hand to shake hers.

"Well, you promised, Scofield." She said reaching his hand and shaking it lightly.

"By the way, which movies did you pick?" He asked, reluctantly letting her hand go.

"That's a secret I'll never tell you!" She joked, loving how his looks turned from quizzical to amused.

He pretended to be offended by what she said for only few seconds, then let her smile once again appear on his lips.

"Well, then… Goodnight, Michael." She said. Now it was her time to offer her hand. She had no idea if they should have ended the night with a cold handshaking, or with a friendly hug, or maybe with a warm and more intimate kiss on the cheek.

"Goodnight, Sara." He said, reaching out for her hand and shaking it.

'Go girl!' Said the voice in her head. 'Seize the day!'

She didn't know why, but this time the annoying voice was right. She wouldn't have left her rational part ruin this day. So, encouraged by those words, she leaned a little and, -without even thinking about it- her arms were now around his neck, holding him as close as she could.

She was sure maybe that was too much, but she hadn't the time to even realize that, because now, Michael's hands were around her, responding to her embrace.

When they slowly backed away one from the other, Sara let a few curls of hair fall on her face, hoping that they could hide from him her red cheeks, but seeing the beam on her face, she understood that, once again, her attempt failed.

"So, uhm…" Said Michael, in a very low voice. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight." She said, smiling again, finally convincing herself to head toward her front door that was just few steps away.

"Hey, Michael II," he said to the stuffed lion she was holding in her hands. "Watch her while she sleeps."

As soon as she heard those words, she turned to see a serious Michael few steps away, while she couldn't help but laugh while thinking about what he just said. "Watch her while she sleeps?" She repeated, trying hard not to laugh even more loudly.

"Yeah… That didn't sound good, huh?" He said scratching the short hair on his head and with that lovely expression he always had on his face, when he was embarrassed.

"Not really." She said, still laughing. They stood in silence for a while, just smiling and looking at each other, before Sara waved and entered her house.

First thing she did once in her bedroom, was to put the puppet on the nightstand next to her bed and caress its smooth mane, then she headed to the bathroom to freshen up and get ready to go to bed.

Once back in her room, before she turned off the light, she shot a quick glance to the little lion and the memory of what Michael said just few minutes ago about the puppet watching her, flashed through her mind, making her chuckle.

She caressed its mane once again, before closing her eyes, completely unaware of the usual smile on her lips, the same smile she had everytime she thought about him.

The first thing Michael did once he went back home, was taking off his Converse and lay on the big bed in his dark room.

What the hell was he thinking when he said that stupid joke? He was sure Sara now thought that he was some creepy pervert! "No, she was laughing," He said to himself, trying to calm himself down. "she knew I was kidding."

Yeah, he was sure she knew he was kidding. It seemed like she could understand him, no matter what.

He turned his head to look at the light entering his room from the window, then he sighed, putting his right hand between his head and the pillow, and letting the other resting on his stomach.

Damn, he was tired that night, but he was pretty sure that the thought of a certain girl with short, dark hair and the deepest brown eyes he ever saw, would have caused him some trouble falling asleep.

A/N: So, hope you guys liked it! I just hope it wasn't to fluffy or predictable... I mean I know it was, I just hope you guys didn't notice that! :) Oh, and about that thing about teenagers being pathetic... I wrote that because, even though I'm not a teenager anymore, I'm still that pathetic when it comes to the boys, so... I just hope none of you got offended by that! I'd like to tell you I'm gonna update soon, but since I know myself and how lazy I am, I'm afraid it'll be a while... Thank you for being so patient, I just hope that you won't regret your decision to stick up with this story!

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