Authors notes: I am writing this not by myself, but with my all time amazing best Friend Katt Riddle. If it wasn't for her I wouldn't be the Prison Break fan I am today!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from the hit show prison Break, the characters and plots that occur in this story is gaining no profits and is only being written to feed a lust not script writer can fill....
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Chapter one
It was a long day, one of them days that you wish you can just get it over with. Emma had started her shift for the day; it was hard for her sometimes working with Sara Tancredi.
"So, if I see the patents, you just have to quickly keep check on medication." Sara said as she looked up from her desk at Emma, Emma on the other hand just simply nodded and looked at her own clip board, same old same old day that never seemed to make any difference.
Katt jumped off the Bus, the sun quickly glared into her eyes, but she couldn't lift her hands to shield her from the blaze of the suns rays, it wasn't easy, she was moved to Fox River as the sentence stand, death by electrocution till dead. Katt kept walking the way to her cell, in a males prison due to Cherry Hill wasn't equip with an electric chair, Katt kept an eye looking to the inmate of Fox River. Her eyes watched the men watching her.
"Now isn't that a pretty little fish..." A man with a thick southern accent caught Katt's attention as her eyes snapped to his, "Back the fuck off!" she snapped making him jump from the fence giving her an evil glare she was too happy to return.
Michael was out walking the yard, it was the day after he'd lost his toes, it wasn't what he was expecting, but for now he had to deal. Michael eyes were now catching the attention of what everyone else was excited about, a female inmate to death row.
Hard sometimes working for Sara Tancredi? She took that back. It was always hard to work with Sara Tancredi. She sighed lightly. Same day, different shit, Inmates, trying to pull the quick; 'You look nice today' trying to get off with a little extra drug. Maybe snag a needle or two. They always tried even when the cases were locked and the guards watched them. "Are you even listening?!" Sara's voice broke her thought as she doodle a flower on her desk. "Mhmm..." She muttered.
Katt was stopped in the middle of her walk. Her eyes tensed with her glare. She wasn't going to move until this... Freak with a nice face backed off. Learning on the streets - You don't back down from your stance, the minute you turned your back. You die. "You are a snappy thing... Little Fish!" He grinned eyes danced wild.
"You gonna make it Fish?" Fernando's thick accent looked to the white man in front of his eyes. Fernando was also watching the female inmate who - made the mistake of speaking to the Bag of T.
Emma's eyes lightly glanced over the flowers she had doodled, "Emma, I need you to focus." Sara finally said getting up to her feet, heading for the window Sara looked out; Emma had no intention of following.
"Keep medication strict, don' agitate and keep calm..." Emma rolled her eyes dotting some bees on the flowers before getting to her feet, she brushed her long brown hair into a ponytail before taking a deep breath heading into the infirmary, and Sara didn't even look back to her, but kept tapping the window.
Michael slowly joins Fernando, his eyes glancing over the new female.
T-Bag laughed while Katt kept staring at him, it wasn't going to end well, but Katt would be damned if some white trash was going to try and intimidate her.
"I ain't scared of some hike so don't even try it!" she snapped her eyes quickly glancing to the Latino man, "I ain't gonna make it, in a year I'm riding the lightning." her voice cold as Bellick caught up with her.
"Keep moving Inmate!" he snapped as Katt stared forward starting to move.
Emma thought Sara was a little strange. She stared at that window for hours.
She noticed a new chart file on the medical table. She opened it, Scanning her eyes across it looking to the usual, twenty-five years old, eye, hair, and sink colour. But her eyes stopped dead focus on the lime green high lighter; Highlighting *Death Row* in cap locked letters. Her heart sped up. Turning over the paper she dropped the file. "Emma? What the heck?" Sara asked watching the files papers hitting the floor. "Huh?!" She asked promptly after a minute of pondering. "Are you okay?" Sara asked in an 'I-really-do-not-care' tone. Emma glared to the window. She bent down to pick up the file. "Fine; just had a brain fart." She picked up the papers. "Is that the new inmate file?" She ignored her words. Emma nodded turning around. "Yeah. K... Sierra Benton? She killed that cop right?" Emma asked casually. Sara stared. "Yeah. That is her; but then. She will be here everyday for a birth control pill." Sara explained. "I see..." Emma stared on. "Because; I mean she IS getting put to death in ... Eleven or so months." She put the file down. "Yeah but... Getting pregnant could stop the execution." Sara nodded. "I figured, Just making sure." Emma wasn't as stupid as Sara made her feel to be. "You'll be administering her that." Sara nodded.
T-Bag was smirking. "I'm sure I'll be seeing more of you Little Fish." He smirked.
Katt didn't speak continuing on down the cement path of her grave.
Fernando watched the female go. Walking. He bit his lip. "At least your brother will have company." Fernando muttered.
Michael glared slightly at the female inmate. So help her hell if his brother started trying to get it on with the lonely new Death Row inmate.
"She isn't that bad looking...." Fernando commented.
Michael rolled his eyes. "Focus on the plan Surce!" He snapped.
Katt's eyes were dark as she listened to the inmates talking, the clinks of the Y-Cuffs cutting off her circulation to her ankles and wrists.
Emma took a deep breath, her eyes focused on the description. Not wanting to let on her association with Katt, it was a long time since their paths both crossed. Emma quickly placed the file back down on her desk glancing over Sara feeling a lump build in the back of her throat.
"Anything you want to add?" Sara finally turned to face Emma; it was one of them do, or die moments.
"No, I'm fine..." Emma finally spoke though the lump made it painful to speak, "I just need some air." her hand lightly touching a half of a heart locket, one half of a whole that was missing to her.
Michael rolled his to Fernando, he couldn't be serious, she wasn't the type of girl he'd go for, but then Michael just didn't want to get involved with women right in the moment in time, he had a ticking clock over his head, time slowly running out.
Emma was quick down the stairs, her feet hitting each one making a clank as she went, she wore combat boots to work, it made her feel safer in her own weird way, but she caught sight of the bus pulling away, she had to see her.
Katt was in the building the light dimmed making it darker from the outside sun.
"Inmate number 456669 needing a strip search!" Bellick quickly glancing over Katt, this was the first time a female inmate was ever put into Fox River, so his eyes lighting up like Christmas come early.
Katt closed her eyes, not the first not the last of this kinda treatment, but her eyes catch a white coat on a stairwell, she didn't know what to do as she caught a glance of blonde hair, the fingers on the banister looked like something she seen before. Katt quickly turned her head looking to the pinkie finger that always stuck out funny, no it can't be. Katt's mind races as she was now shoved into the search room, but not before she can see the face that quickly froze seeing her.
Emma got to there just in time, it was like a dream seeing her friend, but it wasn't the same girl, over time apart her face had gotten harder, her eyes that once were bright looked dead, her figure had change a lot, but Emma kept still as their eyes meet for one brief second before the door slammed behind her.
Fernando looked at Michael. "You're doing that thing again."
"What thing?" Michael snapped.
"When you are thinking about something and you look like your constipated." He smirked.
"Fernando! This isn't the time for jokes for crap sake hell pants!" Michael snapped.
Fernando stared serious - He then started cracking up.
Katt shook her head quickly. Impossible, impossible. She thought to herself.
"Clothes." Bellick smirked watching the pixie sized inmate in front of him.
Katt was unfocused as she pulled her clothing off quickly. She didn't care who or what anyone saw anymore. Bellick smirked scanning her tattoos. "Ink much." He smirked. Katt didn't speak. Bellick preceded feeling up her legs, because she could hide stuff in her bare skin.
Lincoln in his own little cage looked up when the single wide door was pushed open. Emma appeared out of it and lent against the wall. She took deep long breaths. This wasn't happening. It couldn't be happening. Not now. Not so close to the date. She was sweating a bit. "You okay Doc?" Lincoln spoke.
Emma froze, in all of her panic she didn't know where she was, but he eyes glanced slowly to the voice direction.
"I'm just fine thank you." her hands touched the wall as if it was the only thing keeping her together, but not being alone she couldn't cry.
"You sound like you've seen a ghost." Lincoln spoke staring to the door that he couldn't see much from the room; the little crack could only let him see her hand, an arm.
"No not a ghost..." she whispered inhaling deep, it wasn't going to be the right time.
Michael glanced over to the yard, people were doing their own thing, but it was getting to that time when it was getting to the end of yard time, Michael was sure by then the A wing lost all air conditioning.
Fernando on the other hand was staring to Michael's face, he hated it when he went quiet, but his own thoughts going to Maricruz, he thought about her skin, her smile.
Katt was now in the new prison jump suit, a sick brown that didn't match her skin complexion well. Katt wanted to see her again, but being taken to her new cell alone her eyes kept forward avoiding Bellick's sickly staring, it was like a light flashed in her mind, the thinking about her face, even if she only saw it for a second. Emma hadn't changed; she looked the same as ever, the same warm face, her eyes reminding her of the tropical ocean.
When the door to the Death row wing was open the hall was empty, Katt took a deep breath as cell 17 was opening. Another CO entered the small corridor.
"Bellick, Burrows has a meeting with his Attorney." his voice serious, Bellick quickly cursed under his breath.
"Just give me a second." Bellick opened the cell to 17, but the other CO kept watching Bellick.
"I can take him..." his voice with a fake confidence, but Bellick rolled his eyes.
"No Bob, I'll do it!" his voice shape as he looked to Katt. "Looks like we will get friendly later..." his voice a low whispered. Katt felt her skin crawl as he undid the cuffs watching her walk into her new cell.
Katt sat down on the cot before rushing her finger through her soft curls feeling them bounce back into place.
Lincoln thought for a minute not usually good with social interaction with anyone but the guards and Prison industries sometimes. People were scared of him and that was the way he liked it. "Did you kill someone?" He asked.
Emma laughed a single rough laugh. She could probably deal with that a lot better then what she was an experience right now. "No." She said in a breath.
Her mind was flashing to all the stories she'd been told. All those stupid icons about being best friends. The stupid pictures. It all flooded back to her.
Fernando's head titled to the side remembering their last moments together in the conjugal room. How even when she smelled like prison laundry and sweat it was the most beautiful thing in the world.
Michael snapped back into the real world. He stared toward his brother who was talking to 'himself'
Her mind went back to thinking about Emma. But then her wrists started pulsing. The blood rushing to her fingers was painful but she didn't mind it. At least she would regain use from them. She cracked her knuckles and they tingled. Burrows... Her eyes then went huge. Lincoln Burrows....