Interlude: Fanfiction - "You were born a Scofield!" (Prison Break) by me

One shot. Michael, Sara and Mike. Prison Break.

The moment when they'll be together, safe. I thought about something larger, but it's 1am, so I'm just up for this. Lol. Enjoy!

"You were born a Scofield!" 

My mother told me that the last time I saw her. She said it pointing a gun right to my heart. It was the day I saw her die. 
Today, I see a completly different woman saying the same phrase.

Time and space can change drastically.

—You just were born a Scofield!— the woman repeats with a huge smile of relief while she holds him in her arms with a strong hug.
The boy looks at her with a smile of pride. And then looks at me.
—How was it, Dad?

My heart feels like exploding in my chest when I hear him saying that.
—Splendid.
—We stare at each other for a while, it feels like we know each other since always. The woman interrupts us with a laugh. Her laugh it's like the sea waves at sunset, when the beach is lone, quite and inmense, and you just want to close your eyes and stay there forever. I've missed the sea so much.
I look at her.
God, the way she looks at me!
Nothing has changed and I feel I want to cry when I think about it.
—I think he has a lot of Tancredi, too,— I say looking at the boy again, feeling so smaller than him. He is so great, so enormous compared to me. Compared with what I feel for him.
—Of course, there's no doubt. But I haven't met two more secretive people, with that calculating look, than you guys. I know you have heard this a lot of times, Mike, but not your father: Mike was another thing that made possible that I didn't forget you, —she says putting her hand on one side of my face—, not just because his our son but because you are so similar. You see more than I can see. More than everyone can see.
I look at my son and I feel like crying again. 
Neither of us says anything.
We smile.
Sara, the woman with the most sweet voice and beautiful name, shook her head with a smile. She turns and walks straight to everyone else whom were hugging each other with relief. 
I'm standing there, looking at my son. My son.
—Ready to go?
—Ready—. He says firmelly.
—You know what, Mike?
—I know some things, Dad. But what do you mean, exactly?
I smile.
—Thanks for taking care of your mom for me.
Mike, with his big eyes, stares at me.
—It was anything, Dad. We are Greek heroes. We are Ulises and Telemaco. —He says while holding my hand.
—Yes, we are."

(remember I'm not english speaker, so if you see some bad grammar, let me know!)
Big hugs for all of you #Prisoners :D