Chapter one

Life in prison is so boring, Sam thought as he sat staring at the grey walls which surrounded him. Life had been uneventful ever since the day he was left to die in a panamanian prison. He had long since left the anger he felt behind, allowing a sense of self pity to replace all feelings of anger towards Nathan and Rafe. He knew what they had saw, he had felt the bullets for gods sake. He doesn't blame them for leaving him behind. Truly he doesn't. But that doesn't mean he can't wish they would come back.

He hoped one day they would.

But it had been 13 years since that day. The day all of his hopes had been dashed. Sam missed the outside world. He missed the sounds, the bright lights, the smells, which he used to take for granted. Now he was treated to the dull damp light casting a dark glow on everything around him, the sounds of fighting and the smells of people who hadn't bothered showering in a while. It wasn't pleasant, it wasn't what he had hoped would happen that day, but he truly hoped Nathan got out safe. No matter the circumstances, He would always be the older brother, meaning Sam felt a responsibility to keep him safe. He had been feeling protective and concerned for the first few months, and had worked hard to try and get in contact with Nathan.

Apparently trying to break out of prision doesn't make you any friends. So, he had been forced to sit and watch the days slide away from him as everyone else lived their lives. He had become used to the sounds of the guards walking past his cell, long ditching the reflex to see if they wanted him in the hopes someone had come for him. No one was coming now. Hopefully Nathan had moved on, found a life for himself away from the sadness. He hoped Rafe got what he wanted, and he hoped he looked after Nathan. He knew it wasn't really Rafe's responsibility to look after Nathan, It should be me looking after him he thought bitterly, but he couldn't help wishing that seeing a partners brother supposedly killed infront of you was enough to create sympathy for Nathan.

So, when the familiar sound of a guard walking started to become louder Sam didn't even bother to look up. What was the point of looking up when no one is coming for you...

"Get up. Now." An unfamiliar guard shouted, smashing his hands against the rusting bars as Sam jumped, staring at him.

"Come on I don't have all day. Move it or else I'll make you move" the guard threatened as he pulled at his keys from his belt and unlocked the door. Sam didn't move, he wasn't just going to follow a new guard when inmates weren't allowed to leave their cells at this time of day unless they had visitors or it was time to leave...

Don't get your hopes up Sam. I'm sure this is all one big mistake. Keep cool. He thought as he slowly moved himself up so that he was standing. Immediately the guard swooped in and pushed him out of the cell. Sam was confused, why wasn't this man handcuffing him? Sam turned his head to look at the man which was standing on his right shoulder.

"Look man i think your forgetting something... Shouldn't I been in cuffs right now? I mean I'm enjoying the freedom bu-" He was cut off abruptly by another shove to his shoulder and he stumbled forward. He once again turned to look at the guard, eyes locking.

"Watch it man, I just don't want you to get in trouble, you know? I mean i don't care I've got no where to go... But you? You probably have a nice empy home to go to at the end of the day and it would be a shame if you lost your job because of one stupid mistake." The guard simply pushed him again before Sam sighed, deciding that being friendly was getting him no where.

I did warn him... His own fault really... Sam thought as he kept on walking shoulder to shoulder with the guard down the long, damp corridor. They passed through doors easily, it was as if they were the only people within the prison. The corridor became increasingly brighter, and slightly less damp with each step and Sam realised he had never been to this part of the prison before. He began to panic.

What if this is it? What if I'm done for? Oh god. Im sorry Nathan, I never got to speak to you again... I hope your happy brother. Sam wished internally, praying to whatever god which would listen to him. The lights became brighter and brighter until Sam realised that these weren't lights, but rather sunlight.

He couldn't understand what was happening. Up ahead was a grey door, with only one handle seperating him from whatever fate was lying beyond that door. The floor had become tiled and it reflected the sunlight, casting a white glow around the corridor. They reached the door, the guard pulling the handle and then suddenly Sam was standing in a huge room, with chairs and small tables dotted around the room.

He looked at the guard, head tilting slightly at the confusion. Sam had no clue where he was. This wasn't right. Nothing was making sense. Then, Sam felt eyes on him and slowly turned to be faced with a man he never thought he would ever see again...

Rafe Adler.