off: This is technically a sequel to "The Woe of Michael" but doesn't attempt in anyway to explain how everyone got from the car to where they are now. I could say that I was trying to make fun of the show by making a bad cut but really I was just lazy :) on:
"Adventures in Panama: The Wrath of Michael"
Michael Scofield was driving down a dusty back road in Panama, fully prepared to do a Kill Bill "When I get to my destination I am going to kill ..." monologue when he got the phone call.
"Good news, Mike," Lincoln said cheerfully. "Sara's still alive!"
There was a long pause on the other line.
"Doesn't that seem kinda ... impossible?" Michael asked finally.
"What?" His brother asked in a somewhat less cheerful tone.
Honestly, having seen Sara's head in a box, he was skeptical about the whole 'back from the dead' thing too but ANYTHING was better than having Michael rant about his 'wrath' and his 'vengeance.'
"No man," Linc replied. "Turns out that psycho bitch didn't really cutoff her head at all."
"Really," Michael said flatly. "What about what you saw? You know, her head in a box?"
"I could have been mistaken," Lincoln said defensively. "It was dark and I was scared for my kid's life. Sometimes it's hard to tell one brunette from another ... hey man, aren't you happy she's alive?"
"Of course I'm happy, Linc, it's just ... it's not very realistic, right? I mean L.J. even saw her head get cut off."
"Yeah," L.J. said from next to Lincoln. "I'll be in therapy for the next ten years. Thanks for sporting the bill, Dad."
"Realistic, Pretty?" T-Bag snorted over the line. "You call not taking off that long sleeve shirt under the scorching Panama sun realistic? And don't get me started on the little con-spir-ra-cy that is after you and tall, dark, and sweaty."
"Shut up you psycho," Sucre said taking the phone away from the one-handed man. "Uh, so now that Sara's alive you'll be spending the time trying to break me outta here, right Papi?"
Michael was silent on his end of the line, directing a surly blue-eyed pout at the Panama horizon.
"Oh, this sucks!" Sucre snapped. "Bad enough I am never going to see the love of my life and my unborn - or possibly born now - child again but I have to be stuck in here with T-Bag and the plastic hand of doom all season?"
"Or until they finally put you out of your misery," T-Bag hissed.
"Hey, you haven't been through half the shit I have," L.J. argued. "And you're not dead."
"Yet," T-Bag added.
"Cheer up, Michael," Lincoln said. "Things are looking up for a change."
"But I was going to be all vengeful," Michael whined.