A/N: This is from the bit where Pope is threatened to transfer michael by those company guys that we hate so much. It was originally suposed to be centered around the fact the Michael was quite shockly vicious towards the guards something that rarely comes out in him and that Pope thinks to himself that he hopes he never crosses Michael on a bad day. But it ended up being more about Pope and his relationship with Michael being friendship sort of thing, no funny stuf ;P Please read enjoy and review.

Michael didn't struggle to escape the arm that was shoving him up against the wall of the Pope's office despite the discomfort he obviously felt. He knew it was better when dealing with the stubbornness of Belic to let Pope call the shots. And as he expected after another moment of docile frustration Pope stepped in calling off the volatile captain. Even as Belic argued about the favoritism apparent in Michael and Pope's relationship the warden prepared himself to break the news to the convict about the transfer. He had to be firm in front of all the guards, officers and especially Belic who he was at odds with over the green eyed con half the time anyway. So he stated the words in an authorative tone in hopes of having Michael agree instead of argue back as well. Ever since he had come that's all Pope seemed to find himself doing.

"The thing is, Mr. Scofield is not our problem any more. Seems there was an error in his paperwork. He's going to be transferred after all" Pope said both silencing Belic and shocking Michael at the same time. Michael approached his voice nothing but a gasp.

"That's not possible" he whispered and Pope, hiding his reluctance, gave the next order.

"Escort this prisoner back to his cell" he said well aware that Michael would know he was responsible for this illegal change in plans.

"Warden, all I need is three weeks" he pleaded then Belic and another guard fastened their arms around his restraining him and beginning to pull him away, to return him to his place of torment.

"Get off of me" Michael shouted the snarl at the guards throwing them from him. His actions startled Pope as he had never heard Michael raise his voice or seen him lose his composure for anything. He was so angry…so powerful…so…vicious. Yet as he turned back to the Pope, the man his wrath should be directed at, the man who would be tearing him from his brother in his final weeks of life the venom vanished from his voice leaving only desperation once more.

"Henry, please!" he begged as they dragged him away "I just need a little time, just give me the time" The door shut behind them but he heard one last plead issue from the hallway before Belic's vindictive and unfeeling reply silenced the distressed con.

"Please, I can't leave until it's over!"

"Shut up, Scofield!"

Pope stood alone in his office staring wearily at the floor and wondering if he should continue this charade. He took a seat in his chair and remained there for hours before finally coming to a decision. The reason he was in this position in the first place was a secret and a lie that not only hurt him but was now hurting others. He didn't want to make Michael suffer for his past mistakes. The only way to rectify this would be to destroy the secret, bring it out in the open so no-one could ever use it against him again. He would tell his wife everything the minute he got home so those obnoxious men in suits couldn't hold it against him any longer. He picked up the phone to tell the guards not to let Michael Scofield go but put it down deciding to order Michael back himself. It was the least he could do after what he had put him through.