Disclaimer: I own nothing except Rachel, although I wouldn't mind owning T-Bag or Michael or Linc or Tweener or any of them really.

Welcome to Fox River Male Prison, otherwise known as hell on earth. Inmates are crooked but guards are worse. My older brother was sent here a week and a half ago. My oldest brother was sent here a while before that, like a year. My name is Rachel Miller. I know, back up, and how is a girl in an all male prison? The answer to that is simple; I have a damn good lawyer, also known as my father. Your next question is going to be why I would want to be in an all male prison. The answer to that one is that my brother Lincoln Burrows is on death row for the murder of the Vice President's brother, which he didn't do. At least I hope he didn't. That's right I am Michael Scofield and Lincoln Burrows little sister. I know you have one more question. How did I end up in prison in the first place? The answer to that is simple as well. I was charged with drug dealing and grand theft auto. I can't wait to explain this to my brothers. You know how their sweet innocent little sister landed herself in prison. I'm in general population or GenPop as they call it here. I am however guaranteed my own cell so I won't have to worry about a cell mate who is trying to rape me at every chance they get. I haven't seen either of my brothers for 3 years since I was 16. I'm 19 now. My mom died years ago when I was four and family friends took me in so I could see my brothers often. After awhile they got extremely busy and so did I so I don't blame them. I just got off the bus. Let me tell you that the bus ride wasn't that fun with all the guys staring at me with lust and shock. Now don't take me as being conceited, but being the only girl who is in the same area as them after a while will make them want to do everything they can to get me, which won't happen. I have a 10 year sentence. Although if I'm a good little girl I can get out in 5. As I was saying, I just got off of the bus to see my brother Michael's shocked face. I went through processing and getting assigned a cell. I was also told to go to the infirmary if I had "womanly problems." After I put my things in my cell I was led out for yard time. When I got out there Michael and some other guy were standing there waiting for me.

"What are you doing here?" He asked

"Nice to see you too. Grand theft auto and drug dealing."

"Oh my god, what were you thinking?"

"Let me see I was thinking that I actually wanted to see my brother before he died."

"Rachel you don't need to be in a place like this. I can't believe that you'd pull something like that. Actually I can, which makes it worse than if I couldn't."

"Damn it Michael I'm not a little girl anymore and if you were around more you'd realize that. Besides I'm not like Linc." I said raising my voice and drawing attention to us.

"Don't talk to me like that, I'm still your big brother." He said and grabbed my arm.

I pulled out of his grasp and punched him. "Don't grab me again Michael. A lot has happened in the past few years. You of all people should know that."

"Can we not do this now?" He asked

"Alright, I don't want to have this conversation either, at least not right now." I said calming down.

"Rachel this is my cell mate, Fernando Sucre. Sucre this is my sister Rachel." He said introducing me to the guy next to him.

"Hey, nice to meet you." I said

"Yeah you too." He said looking shocked

"Let me guess Michael never said anything about me."

"Nope."

"I figured."

"So how'd you wind up in here?"

"Well my dad is a lawyer and requested I be sent here to be near Lincoln before he dies."

"I thought you were brother and sister?" He asked confused

"We are, but when our mom passed away some family friends adopted me so I could still see them often." Just then two other guys walked up.

"Who's this pretty young thing?" One asked in a southern accent

"John, T-Bag this is Rachel and she's going to need in PI with us."

"Why?" The other one asked

"Because she is my sister."

"Sister?"

"Yeah do you have a problem with that?" I asked

"Oh feisty, I like 'em fiery." T-Bag said

"Touch me and see what happens." I glared

"Calm down Rachel. T-Bag leave her alone." Michael intervened

"Fine so how did a young girl like you wind up in a place like this?"

"None of your business."

"Now if we are going to work together, you should tell us." John said

"Drug dealing and grand theft auto." They whistled.

"How long you get?"

"10 years."

They called out that it was time to go inside. Later that night at dinner some guy came over and grabbed my ass just as I was about to sit down. Michael stood up and came over. He was about to step in but I beat him to it. I turned around and punched him sending him to the floor. I put my foot on his throat.

"Just because I am a girl doesn't mean I am going to take your crap. Also with Michael Scofield and Lincoln Burrows as my brothers you best believe I know how to fight." I said digging my foot into his throat. Right then and there I think all of the guys gained at least a little bit of respect for me. I mean who wouldn't for a 19 year old girl who can take down a grown man. The next day was a little calmer then the first. I still dealt with catcalls and all that but it wasn't nearly as bad as before. I found out I was starting on PI today. I had no idea why but Michael wanted me to. He was also being secretive with John, T-Bag, and Sucre. I was wary of T-Bag and John. I found out what T-Bag was in for and how he treated the newbies or fish as they call them here. John I found out was John Abruzzi, the Italian Mob Boss. Sucre was as good as they come in a prison though. He got a nickel for aggravated robbery. He was stealing just enough money that he needed to treat his girl Maricruz. When we got into PI Linc and some guy I didn't know was there.

"Why the hell are you in here?" He demanded

"I had some trouble. You know I love you guys and all but this overprotective bull shit is getting annoying. Especially because neither of you have been in my life in the past three years. I'm 19 now and can handle myself."

"19? You're still a kid. You're only three years older than LJ and you're supposed to be setting a good example for him!"

"Both of you shut up!" Michael exclaimed

"You shut up!" We yelled in unison

"Linc I'm not a little girl anymore. I have set an example for LJ up until now and I've always helped him with his problems. Don't you dare say that I have not been there for him!"

"What's going on in here?" A guard demanded

"Nothing, just a sibling spat that's all." John replied. The guard nodded and left. They moved the table and pulled back a rug exposing a hole. They all got tools out.

"What the hell Michael?" I asked confused

"We're getting out of here. Linc was set up by some people very high up for killing the VP's brother and it has been hard to get proof and we still haven't succeeded. We have to escape or Linc will die."

"Alright what do you need me to do?"

"Nothing just watch out for guards."

"Yeah because we wouldn't want princess to break a nail." The black guy I didn't know said.

"First I'm no princess. Second who the hell are you?"

"C-Note."

"Nice name." I said and started to dig the hole. After about five minutes I stopped and looked up to see them all shocked.

"What?" They all shook their heads and I went to the door to look out for guards. There was no sign of any until 45 minutes later. The guys needed a few minutes to hide the hole so I had to distract the guard. I tied up my shirt just below my breasts and walked out of the room.

"How's everything going in there?"

"Fine, is there anything I can do for you?"

"No I just need to check on everything."

"Okay. Wait can I have some of that water. You know all that hard work really works up a sweat." I asked flirtatiously

"Sure here you go." He said handing the bottle to me. I took a drink and poured some on my shirt.

"Thanks." I said opening the door for him after I gave the bottle back. He looked in and saw everything was fine.

"Don't overwork yourself now." He said as he left.

"I won't." I said and went back into the room and shut the door and once again everyone looked shocked. T-Bag opened his mouth to say something.

"Not a word." I said before he could get anything out.

"I was just going to say that it will be nice working with you."

"Yeah and do anything more then look and I will castrate you."

"You got it."

I took my wet shirt off revealing a sports bra.

"Put your shirt back on." Linc said

"I'm not wearing a wet shirt all day."

"Then you shouldn't have poured water all over yourself."

"If I hadn't that guard would have found the hole and besides it was either that or kiss him and I didn't want to do that. Besides I'm 19 and you can't tell me what to do."

"I can't deal with you right now. Dealing with a teenage boy is bad enough but a teenage girl is worse."

"Guess what you didn't raise me and you were only in my life when it was convenient for you. I don't blame you though, but you could of at least called once in a while."

"Seriously can you do this later?" C-Note asked

"He's right let's do this later and get back to work." I said and everyone continued working. After we were done for the day we walked out. Bellick saw me and stopped me.

"Well what do we have here? Where is your shirt?"

"Right here." I said showing it to him.

"Why isn't it on?"

"It got wet so I took off. Besides it's not doing any harm."

"Whatever. Don't come crying to me when you get attacked."

"I won't and besides I highly doubt anyone will try anything." I said and walked off. I walked over to a guy who was on the bus with me and sat down by him. He didn't seem that bad and was around my age. He looked like he could use a friend or at least someone to talk to especially after I saw that no one wanted to hang out with him.

"Hey." I said

"Hey what're doing over here?"

"You looked like you could use a friend, but hey if you don't want me here I can leave."

"No it's cool."

"Okay so you want to tell me how you got here? If you do no lying because I can see it in your eyes that you're not a hardened criminal like most of us. If you don't that's fine." Just as he was about to answer the oh so enjoyable T-Bag came up and sat on his other side.

"You know we got a name for guys like you, it's Tweener because you don't fit in with the blacks or the whites, and you're in between." He said putting his hand on Tweener's knee and used his other to lift his pocket inside out. "I can help you with that problem."

"What the hell man get your faggot hands off me!"

"Now listen here boy you need to learn how to respect your elders."

"Lay off T-Bag. No one wants to deal with your shit right now." I said feeling irritable which is not a good thing.

"It's alright sweetheart if you wanted me all you had to do was say so." He said running a finger along my face which made me involuntarily flinch.

"Listen don't touch me or that earlier threat of castration will come into play and I don't think you want that. Do we have an understanding?"

"Yeah we do."

"Good."