A/N: sorry this is so short and lame. Just something I wrote waiting for the bus. Reviews are always welcome.
Michael hissed in pain the ropes only dug further into his wrist as he struggled to break free.
"You can fight it all you want, pretty, but if there's one thing ma dear papa taught me it was how to tie a knot." T-bag said, grinning down at him. He traced the younger man's jawline with his knife, chuckling as Michael struggled not to cry out. "You do look so pretty when you're scared. So, you gonna tell me were syclla is?"
Michael gritted his teeth. "No." He said stubbornly.
"I was hoping you'd say that!" T-bag said gleefully. Michael, Lincoln and Mahone had successfully gotten Syclla from Christina-Rose. However, Lincoln had been captured by her, and Michael had been taken by the General. It was all up to Mahone now. The General had planned to kill Michael, but T-bag intervened and offered to interrogate him- he just wanted a chance to finally torture Michael, the sick bastard.
"You should get out while you can. You really think the General is going to want a hick like you around once you're no longer useful?" Michael said, his voice sounding a lot calmer than he felt. T-bag scowled and in a flash of anger struck him on the back of the head with the hilt of the knife- hard.
"Me n' him have an understanding. A deal. Anyway we aint talking about that, are we?" Teddy said. He stood in front of the engineer, and pulled his head back, forcing their eyes to meet. "This here is about you an' me. We're settin' the record straight. You've screwed me over once too many times pretty boy!"
"Even if I knew were Scylla was, I'd never tell you anything! What exactly do you want?" Michael asked.
"I think we both know the answer to that." T-bag said, pulling up a chair opposite Michael and sitting on it. Their knee's touched.
"I have wanted you since the firs' time I saw you. I would of had you too, if it weren't for the whole escape. And don't you forget that, boy." The older man said, staring at Michael intently through eager hazel eyes. "You see, the thing is- I like you, Michael. We're the same you an' I. We're both smart, resourceful, charismatic- misunderstood."
Michael glowered at T-bag with a barley disguised look of disgust. "I understand you perfectly, Theodore." He said, his voice low and dangerous, not betraying any of the helplessness he felt. T-bag laughed bitterly, and slapped Scofeild across the leg, hard, making him jerk in the chair.
"I know you do. S'why we always made such a great team when we worked together- Breaking out of Fox River and Sona- finding Scylla." He listed. "We coulda been best of friends if you didn't always betray me at the end."
"And if you weren't a child-murdering psychopath." Michael growled back, to his surprise, T-bag laughed.
"Well now- nobodies perfect!"