He thought about Chicago, Fox River, and Sona.

He thought about Mahone, Sara and Lincoln. He thought about himself.

The plane rocked gently in the sky, and Michael looked to his right. Sara was sleeping, across from them LJ and Lincoln sat comfortably. Only the two brothers were still awake.

"You ok Mike?"

Younger brother smiled at older, "Yeah,"

"Doesn't feel real, does it." Lincoln smirked, mockery in his voice, "This happy ending."

Michael shook his head, "No, actually it doesn't."

"Who cares if it's real or not, shit, man. I'm tired!" Lincoln rolled his neck on his shoulders, "Get some sleep bro, when we land we're gonna have to move."

Michael nodded and watched his brother close his eyes and embrace sleep. He took a few breathes then reached for Sara's hand. Her skin was warm, a great reminder that life existed.

In Sona, he believed it was the end. Death and pain was all the world held for him. Michael fought against tears, he laid his head gently over Sara's and clung to his hope for life and happiness.

It still hurt some of the time, the nightmares come and went, and every once in a while Michael needed to be alone. But it's not alway like that. No, most of the time Michael sun bathed with his wife, he stroked her hair and breathed kissed across her neck. He watched his nephew surf and his brother cook, he drink beers and laughed.

Sara felt safe. For the first time in longer than she remember. She slept, and her dreams didn't haunt her the following day. She doesn't worry of being taken or having her love taken from her.

"Yo Sara!" Lj screamed, his voice shinning with laughter and a happiness that had been long denied from looked up, LJ came toward her, carrying a book in one arm and three more in the other arm.

"What's that?" Sara asked lifting her cup of water from the table at her side.
Michael rolled his eyes, "Really LJ, you don't have anything better to do with your time?"
"Shut up uncle Mike," LJ snapped lightly. "Ok," He said seriously to Sara, "take these," He handed her the set of three books.
Sara looked at the titles scrawled across the covers."Baby Names" "Name Your Baby!" And the oh so clever, "Naming your baby!"

Sara smiled lightly, "You realize we have 9 months to resolve this debate, right?"
LJ nelt beside her beach chair, flipping open the fourth book. "You can think what you want Sara, but pretty soon you're gonna pop and I REFUSE to have another lame name in this family. I mean," LJ looked up from his book to glare at his father at the grill, "If I left it up to you guys we'd have an MJ or something equally lame."
Sara snorted a laugh, Michael shot her a glare then smiled. "So should we tell him now?"

LJ blinked in surprise, "Tell me what?"

"We've decided on a name."

LJ stared, eyes wide, "What?"

Sara looked at Michael, giving him a nod to tell his nephew.

"Mj." Michael muttered, a evil smile tugging on his lips.

LJ blinked, then swallowed, then took a breath. "You hate me,"

Sara laughed, "Of course, because it's ALL about you LJ."

LJ rolled his eyes," Because it is Sara! Hell my kids are gonna be named….."

"Your kids?" Michael interrupted with a smile.

LJ rolled it eyes, dropping the books on Sara's lap and stood. "I'm gonna go help dad. You too have fun with Mj."

Sara watched his walk away before turning back to Michael. "Do you think it really bothers him?"

Michael leaned back against his chair and smirked. "I think a lot is going to bother him until he gets his X-box set up."

Sara snorted, "Good point."

Michael reached for her hand but let the topic drop.

"Michael," Sara voiced had changed, Michael knew what she was asking before the words fell from her lips.

"It's Ok Sara, its over." He opened his eyes to give her a reassuring smile, but lost a bit of the happiness when he saw the fear in her face.

"But how can you be sure?" Sara muttered softly.

Michael leaned over until he could pull her tightly against him, "I can be sure because my brother is free. I can be sure because LJ is safe and alive. I am sure because you are here, and MJ is on the way. I am sure we're safe and this whole thing is over because my scars are healed and the memories are just as faded as the skin."

He lifted her hand and pressed a soft kiss to it.

"I'm sure because I smell burnt barbeque and your skin combined. And I knew, ever since that first moment in Fox River, that this is how it was suppose to end."

Sara smiled, a shinning single tear swelled in her eyes.

Michael continued, leaning closer, "I know this is how we were suppose to end, because," he paused to cup her face for a kiss, "this is all I need."