A/N: Hello all! This is my very first story, so please bare with me. I know this idea has been done thousands of times, but I hope you enjoy my take on my dream ending of Prison Break!
Disclaimer: I don not own Prison Break or any of the characters (because if I did the ending would have been a little bit more like this).
This story has not been beta'ed, so all mistakes are mine!
Chapter 1: The Beginning
His eyes snapped open. Was this what heaven was like? It wasn't quite how he imagined. For one, there was far too much grey, and nowhere near enough light. When his eyes finally refocused and adjusted to the too bright lights, he realized that this wasn't heaven. This wasn't heaven at all. As he became more and more alert, he realized that his surroundings were all too familiar. Yes, he knew exactly where he was and it was nowhere near what heaven should be. Not the place he always dreamed of: on a beach somewhere with Sara in his arms and a beer in his hand. No, this place was no heaven. It was hell. He sat up and finally completely took in his surroundings. He had somehow been captured by the Company. It was the only explanation. How else could he have ended up in the same room in which Company doctors performed his life saving tumor removal surgery? He almost couldn't believe it. In fact, if it weren't for the doctor poking and prodding him and the businessman dressed in suit walking toward him with a smile on his face, he wouldn't have.
"Ah, finally. Welcome back, Mr. Scofield," the man in the suit greeted as the doctor left the room abruptly.
"What am I doing here? I thought we had already taken down the Company once."
"Yes indeed it would appear that way, but General Krantz has always had a backup plan. He figured one day someone would come along and 'take him and the Company down', he just never assumed that day would come so quickly. He also never assumed the ones to do it would be a group of ex-cons, a crook for a homeland security officer, and a pretty doctor. What's her name again? Is it Sara? Such a lovely girl. From what my men have been telling me, pregnancy is treating her well. She really has such a glow about her, if you know what I mean."
At the mention of Sara, Michael leaped into action. Before he knew it he had his hands on the man's collar and was pinning him up against the wall. "Don't touch her!" he snarled. "If you touch her I swear to God I'll–"
"You'll what, Mr. Scofield," the man interrupted. "There's not much you can do seeing as outside these doors there are two guards with guns and believe me, are not afraid to use them. As much as I value the mind of the son of Christina Scofield, those men do not, and they believe that all minds are replaceable. I however see things differently. Now if you'll calm down and let me go, we can work out an arrangement."
Michael released the man to the ground. "Just don't hurt them, please," he pleaded with desperation evident in his voice.
"Oh Mr. Scofield," the man started, "that is the last thing that I want to do. Now I'm sure you have many, many questions, so I'll start from the beginning, but first, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Jeremy Krantz, and the General, the very man who you sent to prison, is my father."
So there's the first chapter. I know it's short, but it's a start! Thanks for reading!