My name is Allison Davis and this is my story. But before I begin my story, there are some things that you need to know. I am a shifter. Don't ask me how, don't ask me why because I don't know. The only thing I know is that I able to shift from a white blonde twenty seven year old woman with golden eyes to a pure white akita. I have a boyfriend who is strong, capable, loving and protective. He is a little over six feet tall with perfect pale green eyes that look blue in the right lighting. He is very muscular and he has broad shoulders. His name is Lincoln Burrows. I have two children. My oldest is twenty and his name is LJ which stands for Lincoln Junior. Though he isn't biologically my son, I still love him like he is. I also have a four year old daughter who is biologically mine and her name is Leona Jane. Since LJ's intials were LJB, Lincoln and I decided to have Leona's intials be LJB too. I used to be a bounty hunter while Lincoln was off doing whatever Lincoln did until he got thrown into Fox River on death row for the murder of the vice president's brother. I didn't believe it and Michael Scofield, Lincoln's younger brother, agreed with me. So, this is my story on how we broke him out of prison and the aftermath of it.

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It had been a couple of weeks since Michael and I got thrown into Fox River. He had to "rob" a bank while I had to do something more extreme since I was a shifter. According to shifter laws, a shifter had to be caught in the act in order to be punished. So I had to be caught placing a "bomb" outside a federal building. Shifters don't get the same treatment as humans. Female or not, you get thrown into the nearest prison's solitary which was Fox River's SHU. Lincoln was furious with Michael and me once he found out that we were in the same prison but he reluctantly trusted us with our plan to break out. I had also reassured him that LJ was with his mother. I was outside with the Prison Industry crew, my paws digging into the soft earth caking my once pure white coat with dirt. Michael was working about five feet to my right with Lincoln less than three feet from my left.

"I need some more PVC here, boss." Michael said, standing up and addressing the CO that was supervising us. The CO gave Michael a short nod and Michael headed into the supply room after giving Lincoln and me a sharp glance. The snap of wood crackled in my ears and I looked over to see the head of Lincoln's shovel broken off.

"Boss?" Lincoln called to the CO, holding up the evidence of the broken shovel.

"Sure thing, Burrows." The CO said and Lincoln turned to follow Michael. I shifted and brushed the dirt from my hands and knees.

"Boss, I need some more fertilizer." I called over to him.

"Go ahead, Davis." I pivoted to the supply room as John Abruzzi came out. He looked me over with a gleam of lust in his eyes and I quickly flashed my growing canines at him with a deep growl and he quickly looked away. Lincoln was leaning against some boxes in the back and Michael was sitting on a table and I went over to join his side. Few seconds later, we were joined by John and Fernando Sucre, Michael's cellmate.

"Do you mind telling me what this is all about?" John snapped at Michael.

"These are the people we're breaking out with." Michael said. John gave a laugh.

"I don't think so, Fish. That was not our agreement. I'm not gonna work with this crazy rhino." John waved his hand at Lincoln.

"Keep pushing it, John." Lincoln growled.

"Yeah, I keep pushing it, you know. Huh?" Lincoln pushed off from the boxes and stormed over to John till he was inches away from his face. "What's your deal, man?"

"Touch my brother again or look at my girl the wrong way again, I'll show you." Couple days ago, John got a little out of hand and decided to cut off one of Michael's toes when he decided not to cooperate. John gave a short scoff as he glanced over at Michael and me.

"Brother? Your girl?" John bellowed with laughter as he walked away from Lincoln.

"We've only got a few minutes." Michael reminded us. "Are we gonna spend them spitting on each other, or are we gonna talk some business? The reason we're all here today is we have a decision to make."

"Yeah?"

"English, Fitz or Percy. If we're gonna pull this off, we need to take one of them out."

"And you want us to tell you which one?"

"I just want you to help me get to them. I'll take it from there."

"You're crazy, you know that?" Sucre said.

"It's been said before." I mumbled.

"All I need is five minutes."

"Oh, you won't even get five seconds." John retorted.

"Thought you had everything worked out, Fish." Sucre scoffed.

"We're not breaking out of a Jamba Juice, gentlemen." Michael said, nonchalantly. "It's gonna take a little more than digging a few holes. There are eyes, ears, dots that couldn't be connected from the outside."

"And English, Fitx and Percy?" Lincoln questioned him.

"One of those dots."

"And how exactly are you supposed to pull this off?" John asked, getting up into Michael's face.

"With a little help from my friends." Michael answered, holding John's gaze.

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I sat next to Lincoln in the chapel with a bible in his restrained hand. I sighed and ran my free hands over my face in frustration. It had been three years since the last time I touched Lincoln and here he was, sitting next to me, just begging for me to touch him. I wanted to feel the firmness of his skin, letting it turn into soft silk under my touch. I wanted to feel the heat of him as my fingers glided across his firm muscles, letting them twitch anxiously, waiting for my touch. I wanted to brush my fingers over his cheek, aware of the way my body melted against him. I wanted to take in his scent, the heat of his body. I wanted him to snatch my face in his firm soft hands and take my lips hostage with his lips. I wanted a kiss that started out slowly and sweetly and accumulated into something hot and deep, a kiss that would mesmerize me. I want, I want, I want but I just couldn't have. Not yet. Not until we got out of here. My daydreaming was interrupted when Michael sat down behind us and poked his head between us.

"I'm going into the wall tonight." Michael whispered to us. "See if I can access the roof."

"You gonna tell me about the transfer?" Lincoln questioned him without turning around to look at him. I on the other hand, turned around to stare at Michael in shock.

"You're getting transferred?" I snapped.

"Relax, Ally, I'm working on it."

"You're working on it? Well, you better work on it because it case you haven't notice, I'm stuck in solitary fifteen hours a day and don't have the blueprints of a prison tattooed to my chest so if you leave then this whole escape thing leaves with you."

"I'm taking care of it."

"Sounds to me like you're reaching." Lincoln said.

"Maybe." Michael paused as I turned back around, letting an awkward silence fall ove us. "A little." Lincoln let out an eerie sigh.

"A little. You know, I'd made my peace with what was coming. Then you show up and give me the one thing a man in my situation shouldn't have. Hope. And now that's gonna be taken away."

"Don't do this, Linc."

"I got three weeks." I involuntarily flinced at those words. Was it really that close? "What do you want me to do? Hmm?"

"Have a little faith."

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It was a clear day with a hint of fresh autumn breeze. The grass felt soft like velvet under my paws as I ran from one end of my little fenced in yard and then back to the other end. I needed to get my energy out before I went back to my cell. I keep getting restless while just sitting there doing nothing. I only stopped running when I heard John call out.

"Hey, Fish Face, where you going?" I raced to the front of the yard and balanced myself on my hind legs, placing my front paws on the chain link fence to see Michael chained up and being guided down the walkway by Bellick. Michael looked over at Lincoln who was in the fenced in yard next to me and then over to me before looking back down at his face. This was it. This was the end of our plan. I was stuck in prison for ten years while the love of my life died in three weeks. I let out a loud whimper before giving Michael a whiny bark as my ears drooped in sadness. I watched as Michael walked past me towards the open gates where the transportation truck was waiting for him.

"What's this prisoner doing out of his cell?" I looked to my right to see the warden coming up behind Bellick and Michael. They turned around as a look of confusion drowned Bellick's face.

"He's being transferred." Bellick answered.

"No, no, no, no. There must be some kind of a mistake. This man filed a motion yesterday. He has a medical condition which precludes transfer. Sinusitis, right?"

"Sinusitis." Michael agreed with him.

"Take the prisoner back to his cell. But yank his rec time. He missed count last night." Bellick yanked on Michael's arm and began to escort him back to his cell. The plan was back on. Lincoln was going to live after all.