Zoey turns up a while after the riot, Michael is now on PI. just to let you know :)


My name is Zoey Black, and I am on my way to Fox River State Penitentiary, for a crime that got me locked away in a female prison, then moved to a male prison for life, as I was marked 'too dangerous' to be around my gender.

I headed off the bus with the other cons and into the yard. I walked with my head down watching my feet as I walked, I could feel the stares of the male inmates as I walked, the words they where muttering to each other where drowned as I was thinking of how I should act in this place -stay quiet, or let them know not to mess with me?-. I looked around for somewhere to go to, where I'd be alone. I glanced to my left and saw a perfect spot. I walked to the nearby bleachers, and sat down on my own.

A man walked over to me, another man clinging to his pocket. I looked in the opposite direction as not to bring attention to my self so that maybe he would just walk by. I had no such luck, I felt him sit next to me, the other man still standing.

"Hey there girly, what brings you to a place like this?" he asked tonguing his lip, I ignored him and looked the other way.

"Hey pretty, I'ma talkin' to you" he said a little more sternly. I looked at him a scowl clear on my face.

"Do I look like I care if you're talking to me or this little bitch?" I asked pointing to the man on his right who looked down ashamed.

"Well, little missy has a mouth on her," he said smugly, "does she have a name?" he asked.

"That is none of your business now is it" I said and rose from my seat ready to walk away, he grabbed my arm, now I didn't want to start a fight on my first day so I turned to face him again, "what is your problem?" I asked, getting angry with the man.

"Hay, all's I did was ask for a name, no need to get offensive."

"Let go of my arm, or I will break yours, and trust me, it is not my intention to cause a fight." I said and looked at his fingers wrapped tightly around my wrist. He just stared at me.

I heard foot steps coming from behind me, thinking fast I swung my free fist at the other person, they caught it, a heard a slight laugh from them.

"Always causing trouble, aren't you Zoey?", they said, I knew that voice, but from where, I couldn't think. I didn't want to look, most people who I knew that where in prison hated me or just plan wanted me dead. I turned my head enough so that I could see them from the corner of my eye. My face turned, I went into slight shock, Michael Scofield, mister 'high horse' himself, here in a prison. I spun around fast enough for the creep to let go of my arm, I now faced Michael. I came out of my shock enough to put a glare on my face.

"Well, Michael Scofield, I never thought I'd see you here." I said and looked into his eyes, he had that same scowl on his face that he always did while addressing me about the choices I had made in the past.

"Same goes for you. What are you doing here with T-Bag?, didn't think you'd be that type." he said and smirked slightly.

"I'm not." I rolled my eyes "he found me, I wanted to keep out-of-the-way." I said, looking at 'T-Bag'.

"And nearly starting a fight on your first day is the way to do this?" Michael asked. He looked at T-Bag, and tugged on my fist that he still held in his hand.

"So, what are you doing here Zoey?" he asked as we walked.

"You know, chillin" I said with a hint of sarcasm.

"Zoey, you know I mean how did you get here."

"I was found on the floor unconscious next to the two men I had killed, they had tried to rape me, you?" I said casually.

"I was done for armed bank robbery, a month or so after Lincoln was put in here. Who was the man, did you know him?" he replied.

"Armed robbery huh?, I didn't think you of all people Michael would have robbed a bank, I mean, unlike Linc and I, you had something going for you, a job, money, you didn't need anything, I just thought that out of the three of us, you would be the one to succeed in life, obviously, I was wrong." I paused, thinking if I should say that I knew the men. "And yes, one was my abusive boyfriend, I had been with him for over a year, too scared to leave, the other was his 'friend' " I said and walked toward the gate that was opened as they called the end of yard time.

An officer, Brad Bellick, had been chosen to personally escort me to my cell, this included a pair of matching silver bracelets, oh how he makes a girl feel special.

"You are lucky, don't have to share personal space like the others, get your own cell" he said as he pushed me in by lower back, making sure to touch me ass as he did so. " hey, you gunna get these off me now, or do I have to get them off myself?" I asked him, he smirked, "an how you gunna do that?" he said. I smirked at him.

"If I told you, I'd have to kill you" Bellick did not look pleased, in fact his whole face dropped, and looked like it was headed straight to the floor, he didn't seem very happy about that.

"Do you want to go to the SHU on your first day here girly?" he threatened more than asked me.

"Well, that depends,what it's like down there, if its like the one in my old prison, I think I'll be just fine." I said.

Bellick glared at me before leaving me to my own antics in my cell. The gates had been locked and I had nothing to do. I sat on the lower bunk and stared at the rusty springs of the one above. I heard a noise that made me jump and sit up, I couldn't see where the noise came from so I just looked around. I looked to the cell, pretty much directly across from my own, and there he was in all of his glory, Michael Scofield. He was sitting on the floor, looking to the top bunk, another males head leaning over the top of it. It looked like they where discussing something, but being so far away I couldn't hear a thing.

Next thing I knew I was woken up by a buzzer sounding. I opened my eye's and then shut them again attempting to go back to sleep. I could feel someone staring at me intensely. I opened my right eye so that I could see them.

"What do you want?" I asked Michael as he stood at my open cell gate.

"Just thought you'd like something to eat, but if not you can always go back to sleep and not eat until tonight" he said and stayed a little longer before turning around.

"Wait," I said and sat up. "I'll come. But I have to change first." I said and he looked at me over his shoulder. "Turn back I need my privacy, and stay where you are, I don't need perverts looking at me." I said and turned to get some new underwear from my plastic box I was given.

After I had changed I walked behind Michael and tapped his shoulder. He looked at me. I had on my jump suit that I had left the zip open and rolled up my sleeves to my elbows and the legs to mid calf's, I also had on the white short-sleeved top I had been given. He stepped out of my cell and walked. I guessed I just had to follow him.

"So, I heard Linc was in here too" I said and looked up at him. He wasn't that much taller than me, considering he was 6'2" and I was 5'9".

He looked back at me than carried on looking forward. "Yer, he's in solitary."

I guessed that we had reached the cafeteria as he held a door open for me to walk in first. "Hey Fish! Who's the new girl?" was shouted from somewhere in the room. Michael told me to just keep walking and ignore them.

"So Fish, I see a lot of people know you." I said al followed him to the line of people getting breakfast.

"Not a lot, just enough" he said and grabbed a tray to get his food, I followed suit.

"Care to introduce me?" I asked playfully. He didn't need to, but since I asked, I knew he would, even if I told him 'no', that's just what Michael was like with me. We collected our food and Michael grabbed my hand with his, he pulled me over to a table with a Latino man sitting at it.

"Hay Fish, who's your lady friend?" he asked, only slightly glancing at me to see my face.

"This is my old friend Zoey, we where best friends, had been since middle school." he said as he sat down.

"Don't be afraid I won't bite, I'm a nice guy, you can sit down." the Latino man said. "The name is Sucre, how are you Zoey?" he asked nicely after I had taken a seat next to Michael.

"Hi Sucre, I'm fine, you know except being stuck in a male prison for the rest of my life. How are you?" I said and smiled at him before picking away at the discussing thing they called food in this place.

Michael looked at me, "you just met him and you ask how he was, you didn't even ask me" he said with a slight smile on his face.

"Yer, but because I've only just met him, he hadn't ignored me for three years" I looked at him, I could see Sucre on his other side looking really awkward while we had this conversation. "Sorry Sucre, but I have to go." I stood up taking my tray with me as I left, putting the food in the trash, I headed back to my cell.

It had been two hours, the rest of the guys had been out in the yard while I had sat in my cell drawing. I was sitting at the small desk at the back of my cell in the middle of drawing a really detailed picture of me and Veronica -from back when we used to see each other a lot- when I heard the springs on my bed creak. I turned to see Michael.

"Why do you insist on talking to me?" I asked. He looked at me with that scowl on his face he walked in to my cell and sat on my bunk.

"Why did you say that in front of Sucre?" he asked, a little annoyed, his voice slightly quiet. He sounded upset.

"I'm sorry, but I wasn't thinking. You know me Michael, I don't think before I speak." I looked at the floor, I really did feel bad, it was like with Michael, if I saw him upset, even if it wasn't my fault I still felt guilty, I guess it was because I knew him, I know the way he thinks, and the way he thinks isn't always the best, not for him, and definitely not for me. I stood up and crouched in front of him. He sat with his head bowed and his hands together. "Look, Michael, I didn't mean it, I'm so sorry, it's just when you left me I felt betrayed, and I guess the grudge never left, I thought that I had gotten over it, I mean sure, I disliked you a little, but I didn't think I would say something like that to you. I know you regret what you did, and I know you can't help that, but one thing I want to know Michael," I put my finger under his chin and made him look at me. "Why?"