A/N: MiSa. Set in season 4. A Michael and Sara reunion. One-shot. I know it's short, but I hope you enjoy. And please review!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Prison Break. But that would be cool, wouldn't it?

Real

"Sara," Michael breathed, not believing his eyes. Sara Tancredi was standing before him. His Sara. The woman he was in the love with. The woman that was irrevocably, undeniably dead. Decapitated. Her head was in a box. Not standing before him.

But she was standing before him, a gentle smile playing on her lips at the sight of Michael. Somehow, she was standing before him.

He must be crazy. He'd finally hit the deep end. He hadn't needed to try too hard to act crazy as he punched the walls of Fox River. Maybe Michael finally going crazy was a long time coming. His LLI hardly helped matters. The line between genius and insanity was thin, and maybe he had finally crossed it.

He had cried for her. So many times, Michael had cried at the loss of his Sara. His love.

Because she was dead.

But somehow, someway, there she was. Standing right before him in his hotel room.

"Hi, Michael." Her voice was smooth and melodic to Michael's ears.

She sounded so real. Could it be? No. She was dead. Lincoln had seen her decapitated head.

He was definitely crazy. Michael didn't know what to say. She was obviously a figment of his imagination. Should he talk to her? Or would that just be adding to the crazy?

Sara's soft smile turned downward into a frown, eyebrows furrowed together. She walked forward towards him. "Aren't you going to say something?"

She looked the same. So beautiful. She had a few added bruises and scrapes, and her hair was a bit a longer. But she was still his Sara.

"You're dead," was all Michael said. Her image was so clear before him that he was beginning to doubt his insanity.

Sara let out a small laugh. "Do I look dead?"

Michael shook his head. "Lincoln found your head in box, Sara. I know this isn't real."

Sara took another step toward him and stroked Michael's cheek with the back of her hand. "Do I feel dead?" she whispered.

Michael shuddered slightly. The warmth of her hand against his cold cheek was melting through his defenses. He couldn't be making this up. Her soft skin still rested against the curve of his cheek and he brought a hand up to feel hers, his thumb grazing the palm of her hand.

She was here.

With that, Michael broke down. Sobs immediately racked his body, and he pulled Sara into his arms. He buried his head in the crook of his neck, wetting the warm skin he found there with his tears of relief.

Sara stoked Michael's back comfortingly and muttered sweet nothings into his ear – words and phrases tangled together in Michael's ears. The only cohesive thought in Michael's head was a simple, she's alive, on repeat.

"How-how…you're supposed to be…how…?" Michael could form a complete sentence, but Sara easily understood what he was trying to say.

"They used a look alike."

Michael held her tighter.

After several moments, Sara pulled away slightly, wanting to see Michael's face again. His eyes were clouded with emotion, and tears still leaked from his eyes. It almost broke her.

Sara leaned in towards Michael, eyes locked in a gaze that said more than any words could. "I missed you," she whispered.

Their lips finally fused, and all conversation was lost in a flurry of touches, moans, and caresses.

She was alive.

She was real.

Fin.

Very short, I know. But I popped this bad boy out in about 20 minutes, so what can you expect? I hope you enjoyed. Please review!

-Laura