A/N: So I started to watch Priaon Break a few days ago, completely unknowing of the revival, and I've been listening to this song on repeat for days and this happened. Listening to Puddle of Mudd's "She Hates Me" is recommended but required for reading this oneshot.
Dr. Sara Tancredi stood in her kitchen, washing the week's worth of dishes after her small dinner for one and listening to her music. It was a little known fact that she was into classic and modern rock nu metal and grungs, and one of her favourite songs came on. Her hips jiggled with the beat.
"Met a guy, thought he was grand. Fell in love, found out first hand. Went well for a week or two, then it all came unglued..."
At the same moment, Michael Scofield was lying in his bunk in Fox River, singing the same song under his breath.
"In a trap, trip I can't grip, never thought I'd be the one who'd slip. Then I started to realize I was livin' one big lie..."
Sara finished the dishes and moved on to the laundry, having put her song on repeat. "He fucking hates me, trust, he fucking hates me. Lalalala love. I tried too hard and he tore my feelings like I had none, and ripped them away..."
Michael stared up at the springs of Sucre's bunk, arm bent behind his head as he sung under his breath. "She was queen for about an hour, after that, shit got sour. She took all I ever had, no sign of guilt; no feeling bad..."
"No! In a trap, trip I can't grip, never thought I'd be the one who'd slip. Then I started to realize, I was livin' one big lie..." Sara stripped her bedsheets and threw them into the basket, gettig fresh ones to put on.
Michael did his own washing, stripping his bedsheets to was and hang up. He could do without a sheet and blanket for a while. "She fucking hates me. Trust, she fucking hates me. Lalala love. I tried too hard and she tore my feelings like I had none, and ripped them away..."
Sara used the guitar solo to beat her pillows into submission into the covers and her duvet as well.
"That's my story, as you see. Learned my lesson and so did she. Now it's over, and I'm glad. Cause I'm a fool for all I've said," Michael laid back down on his bunk with a sigh, punching his pillow.
"He fucking hates me," Sara sung as she set about sorting out her duvet. "Trust he fucking hates me. Lalala love. I tried too hard and he tore my feeling like I had none. And ripped them away."
"Lalalalalalalala love," Michael closed his eyes. "Trust. Lalalalala love."
Sara got ready for bed and got in it, humming. "Trust. Lalalalalalala love. He tore my feelings like I had none."
"She fucking hates me," Michael breathed.
"Yo who was that about homie?" Sucre asked, leaning over the side of his bunk.
"Oh some girl I dated in college," Michael said. "Broke up two weeks after we got together, never spoke again. Anyway. Night," he said, rolled over and went to sleep.