Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Prison Break or any of its contents. I do not own any of its characters or character information.
A/N: I'm back! This time with a series! I came up with this book a few nights ago when me and my co-author were on my couch late one night thinking of a plot which soon turned into a series. This series is based on if Michael never escaped with his brother. It will be set in 2009 after Michael finished his sentence for attempted robbery. The first chapter may be a little tricky due to the flashbacks but it is all worth it. So please sit back and enjoy!
------- Fox River State Penitentiary --- (5 years after Michael was incarcerated) ------------
"Mr. Scofield you are released." The 'pope' said looking into Michael's blue eyes until he saw a feint raging fire burn through his own eyes. "Are there any last words you would like to express sir?" The warden looked at Michael then over to the empty desk chair of his office.
"The only thing I would like to say to anyone in this hell is goodbye." With that Michael grabbed his small paper sack of belongings into his arms and walked away from the warden.
Scofield looked around the penitentiary once more and thought of the many cold nights he spent under that very roof. The paper sack began to tare at the side which created a small struggle for the tattooed man. He looked into the small window of the execution room and looked back toward the warden's office. A small tear gathered into his left eye until it fell and dropped onto the very floor Lincoln took his final steps upon.
"Sir, I need to escort you out of the prison. Please follow me." A thin black guard said grabbing the side of Michael's arm as he attempted to pull Michael down the hall way. "Sir, you must be leaving now…"
"I remember that very day. It was a spring day in the courtyard and I was called out by Doctor Tancredi. At first I thought it was just for my routine shot so I was exited in a way. Any time spent with that woman was a gift from god. But this was no ordinary visit…it would be the day I witnessed my brother dying…" Michael's eyes began to shut as the memory of that very day arrived in his memory.
Flashback…5 years ago on May 11, 2006
"Michael I need you to come with me." Bellick said grabbing the sleeve of Michael's medium blue prison uniform. He guided the young man into a secured room in the prison.
"Where am I going?" Scofield questioned as his hands grew sweaty and the expression on his face became stern and more intense. His eyebrows were crooked and his entire body was damp from the sweat build up.
"Today is the day we cook your brother Scofield." With a sleight chuckle Bellick sat the tattooed man onto a chair just outside of the glass window where Lincoln was visible.
Lincoln appeared to be quite nervous as a pair of prison guards strapped him to a black leather electric chair in the middle of a completely white room. With his blood shot eyes he noticed Michael in the front room holding back the tears. He smiled and lifted his hand from the arm of the chair just enough to send a small wave to his younger sibling. Sara entered the room and signaled for the guards to leave the area immediately. She sat her tiny frame in a small stool beside Lincoln. The smile from her face sent a warm sensation up Lincoln's stone cold body. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed Michael fidgeting with his hands in anticipation of the moment.
"How are you holding up Lincoln?" Sara looked down at the small silver tray in front of her then back toward the sorry face of Linc. She smiled once more and lifted her body away from the seat.
"I…I'm doing fine…I can't say as if I'm any better than the next guy being executed…" Burrows looked into Sara's eyes and winked which sent a warm feeling deep into his heart. He watched Sara close the row of black curtains from the large viewing window and turned back toward Lincoln. "Could you do me a favor?"
"Sure anything…within reason of course…" The young doctor looked down at Lincoln's hand and folded hers inside his friendly. She tilted her head upward and smiled. "…anything Lincoln…"
"Could you just tell him that I love him and tell him to take care of LJ and make sure that he is alright? Please tell him that…" With a tiny tear building in his left eye he looked up at the young woman and cracked a smile. "Tell him that dad never meant to leave us…" Burrows eyes soon fled with crystal tears as did his white gown shirt. The tiny tear spots on his shirt allowed a draft enter his heated body.
"…Yeah…I'll tell him…I'll tell him everything…I promise you that Lincoln." Sara grabbed a tiny pair of tan rubber gloves and slipped them over her long red finger nails. The syringe haunted her with great amnesty and a rather corrupted anticipation of its future use. "Are you scared?"
"I would be lying to you if I said no." Linc smiled and curled his fingers into his fists on top of the wooden arm rest. He watched Sara fill the syringe with morphine and other medications in which he wasn't familiar with. "When Michael was a young boy he told me that he was afraid of the monster lurking in his closet. I told him that monsters weren't real and that it was fear. I also explained to him that fear wasn't real and that fear was made up of nothing but air…not even air really. I told him that he finally had to face his fear of the monster and open his closet then at that very moment that monster would disappear. Now it is time to face that very same fear…this time…that fear is mine…"
"You don't have to face that fear by yourself Lincoln…" The young woman grabbed an antibacterial wipe and brushed it across his arm. The coldness of the wipe sent a tiny shiver against Lincoln's arm allowing goose bumps to fill his arms and neck. "I'll be here Lincoln…I'll be here the entire time…I promise…"
"…No Sara…you can't watch this…I wouldn't want you to be subjected to seeing my death Sara. My brother is waiting for you Sara…" Lincoln's face cringed at the sight of the long needle in the hands of Sara's right hand. He watched the long metal needle come closer into his arm until a sudden tingling sensation reached his nerves. "…Tell Michael I…tell him…tell LJ…I…love them…"
"…I will…" Sara rubbed Lincoln's arm until his eyes slowly closed leaving behind a tiny trail of crystal tears. She reached into her lab coat pocket and pulled out a small cloth. With that very cloth she wiped the tears from his face and signaled for the penitentiary personal to come in. "He is ready…"
Sara looked at Lincoln's face one last time and gave him a tiny peck on the cheek followed by a tiny smile. The personal soon fled the entire room as she watched them place a rather bulky helmet over his shaven head. She opened the glass door and turned back to Linc one last time and smiled. Outside the white execution room was Michael pacing the entire room until he stopped and looked at Sara. The young doctor ran toward Michael and slid her tiny frame against his body. At that very moment everyone in the room heard the slight sound of a silent man's death.
"Michael…Michael…wake up dude…" The officer grabbed Michael's arm and helped him up from his floored position. "I have to escort you out now…"
"He was there…right in front of me…that very day he was right there and they wouldn't even let me wave goodbye. Now my only brother is six feet under in a cemetery god only knows where it is. I was his brother…his only brother…" Scofield grabbed his small paper sack and continued down the long narrow hallway to the corridors. He glanced back to the wooden chair and turned away. "
"A copy of your release papers will be sent to your filed street address…" The agent waved goodbye to Michael and jogged back inside the prison with a bit of a hop in his jog. Almost a feeling of happiness fled his face as he went back inside the rather large building.
Michael took another glance at the large brick structure and rolled his eyes. A fiery rage filled his blue eyes as the thought of his brother continued to flash in his mind like an old silent movie rolling over and over until it finally breaks and fades away. He found a small corner stop where a city bus was picking up civilians and released inmates for a small fee. Grabbing his tiny paper sack he headed toward the blue and white greyhound bus and handed the driver a quarter to drop him off at the next stop.
On the way to the next stop Michael saw a little girl with bright red hair and a smile that lit up the entire bus. He sat his bag underneath his seat and smiled toward the little girl. The young girl gave Michael a crooked smile and continued drawing in her tiny bugs bunny coloring book. His eyes watched the little girl color in the lines of her favorite coloring book. He noticed the obvious passion and technique she had towards coloring. Suddenly her tiny red crayon slipped out of her pink painted nails and onto the floor. Scofield quickly grabbed the crayon from the floor and sat it inside her sixteen pack of crayons.
"Thank you mister…" The young red head blurted out in a tiny voice still concentrating on her drawing. She took a quick glance of the grubby tattooed man and giggled. "I think your mommy needs to give you a bath…my mommy always says that good hy…" She paused another moment to finish coloring bugs bunny's ear.
"…hygiene…?" Michael added picking up an orange crayon in hopes he could color the carrot in which bugs bunny was holding onto ever so tightly.
"Yup…What's your name mister? My name is Jenny Folger…but my mommy calls me Jen so I guess it's okay if you call me Jen too!" The young girl looked at Michael and watched him color in the carrot with great intensity filling his half closed blue eyes.
"I'm Michael by the way…Michael Scofield…" Scofield smiled and continued coloring in the bright orange carrot until the lines were completely filled and full of bold color. He tapped her tiny nose with his crayon and smiled.
"What was that for mister…mister Scofield?" Jenny looked up at the tattooed man with beaming eyes of admiration. She pulled her tiny crayon box away from the side of her seat and put all of her crayons in the correct order according to her vision of the rainbow.
"How old are you Miss Folger?" Michael looked down at the cute child and awaited her answer to his much anticipated question.
"I'm five…how old are you?" The young girl held up five tiny fingers indicating her age. She counted her fingers silently to make sure she had five held up. A smile appeared amongst her face when she realized she counted correctly.
"I'm 34 years young…" With a chuckle Michael attempted to raise enough fingers but looked down at the young girl and smiled. "I wish I had enough fingers to show you my age but it looks like to me I only have enough for ten years…sorry…"
"That's okay, I understand you're old…it happens to the best of us…" Jenny put her crayons and coloring book into a book bag lying underneath her seat and zipped it up. She looked out of the window and began writing her name in the thick fog that covered the windows.
"Where are your parents?" Scofield questioned looking around the bus for a sign of her guardians but had no such luck. In the front seats were a rather old couple in their 90's and in the back of him were two teenage kids resting on each others shoulders.
"Their in front of us dummy…That is my dad and that is my mom…" The red head giggled at Michael's stupidity and flicked his tattooed arm. Suddenly she bumped her head on the seat in front of her when the bus came to a screeching holt. "…"
"Well, it looks like our time is up Miss Folger…I'll see you again someday…" Michael picked up his bag from underneath his seat and lifted his body away from the seat. Just then he felt a tiny hand reach his and before he knew it there was a tiny picture of bugs bunny beneath his grasp.
"It's for you mister…and please call me Jenny mister…" Jenny smiled and let go of his hand.
"Bye Jenny…" Scofield placed the tiny picture into his paper sack. The bus opened the two matching glass doors and Michael stepped out then waved goodbye to Jenny. Smiling through the window he saw a tiny hand wave goodbye to him. "Bye Jenny…" Michael whispered beneath his breath as he began walking through Lincoln Park.
The young tattooed man placed his small sack inside his grey Fox River hoodie and began walking throughout the park. Beneath a tree stood a rusty old park bench in which Michael sat his exhausted body upon. The small song of the birds filled Michael's ears bringing a faint smile to his tired body. In the distance he watched a small couple with a couple kids play football in the park. He began staring at the family until a familiarity filled his face.
…I know her…but where? Damn Michael, your such an idiot…where have I seen her…? Let's see, I've been in jail for the past…five years…so where have I…wait…that is Sara…but who is the guy beside her and since when did she have kids…?
Scofield watched Sara and her family interact as they played a questionable game of intense family football as Michael was known to call it. In the family he noticed a young girl about Jenny's age with short dark brown pig tails and a younger boy with a blonde haired bowl shaped hair cut. Sara however looked like her normal self with hair that was meant for an angel. Her eyes were as dark as ever and the look on her face was content which was a rarity in Sara's life. The man now tackling the little boy was a clean cut man who was a lot shorter than Michael by far and had glasses as thick as Michael's grandpa's. Michael closed his eyes and a vision appeared.
2 years prior to Michael's release…
"Michael I need you to sit down there for me now…you know the procedure after three years…" Sara let go of Michael's grip around her body and pointed to his usual chair near the window of the infirmary.
"Come on Sara…me and you both know my shot isn't as important as the love we have for each other Sara…" Michael grabbed her hand away from the clip board and placed a small delicate kiss just upon her right hand until she slid it from beneath his lips.
"Michael, I have to give you your shot now…" The young brunette grabbed the syringe from the silver plate placed upon the cabinet next to Michael. She flicked the end of it and placed it into Michael's right arm in the usual spot just above the tattooed angel. "After all, I won't be here come tomorrow Michael."
"Are you going on a vacation before we get married?" Michael joked looking at Sara awaiting Sara to roll her eyes toward him as usual. He grabbed Sara's tiny frame and pulled her in closer to his chest until she giggled.
"…No, I wouldn't do that to you Michael…I'm quitting…" Sara admitted placing her head into his broad shoulder until she could breathe the scent of his cologne strongly.
"Wait, you can't do this Sara…what about me? What about us Sara? I promised you I would be out soon all you had to do is wait and I'll pick up the slack…" Scofield lifted Sara's chin and smiled despite his worried blue eyes.
"I can't Michael…I've been offered a high paying job back in the city and I'm sorry Michael but I can't live my life waiting on something that may never happen." The young doctor pulled her body away from Michael and hopped on top of the back counter as a tear fell down her worried eyes.
"Sara, I'll fix everything. Just tell me what to do and I'll have it fixed. What are you afraid of Sara?" Scofield jumped off the medical chair and moseyed his way toward Sara and placed his torso against her crossed legs and lifted her chin. He placed a kiss gently on her lips and smiled.
"Michael, I'm afraid of not being with you…" Sara grabbed the side of Michael's face and kissed him passionately until it was hard for her to breath. A feint sigh was released as she released the kiss away from Michael and ran both of her hands up Michael's uniform and against his six pack.
Sara lifted Michael's shirt over his head and tossed it across the infirmary room landing on top of the medical clip board history of Michael. Michael slowly opened Sara's lab coat and removed the vials beside her body sending them crashing on the ground beside them. He looked down at the mess he created and pulled up her shirt slowly revealing her feint pink lace bra underneath her black shirt. She smiled and leaned against the window behind her. His arms slowly ran up her side and held her hands on top of the window as he watched her arch her back in enjoyment.
"What the hell?" Michael opened his brown paper bag and reached for his cell phone toward the body of the bag. On the front screen the word 'Sucre' flickered on and off of the silver razor phone. "Hello?"
"Michael? I've run into some trouble and I need you to come and get me…" Sucre looked around a dead end road then back at his Chevrolet Cavalier smoking on the side of the road.
"Okay I'll be on the next flight. Where are you now?" Scofield looked around the park and saw no sign of Sara or any member of her new family. He looked down at his polished black jail boots and smirked.
"I'm in Tipp City, Ohio…" Fernando looked around the small town and chuckled a moment. The look on his face was a cross between concerned and full of laughter.
"Where at in Tipp City?" The tattooed man looked around the park one last time before he came to the conclusion that Sara wasn't coming back. He grabbed his sack and began walking around the park sidewalk with a phone in one hand and a ripped paper sack in the other.
"…Next to a cornfield? I have no idea Michael just get over here as soon as possible…" The Puerto Rican man hung up his cell phone and threw it through the window of his smoking car.
"Tipp City here I come…" Scofield said just under his breath as he walked up in front of an ATM and punched in his pin number.
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A/N: Well that was chapter one of book one. I hope you guys liked it! I worked rather hard at it and I hope it paid off in the end. I would of course appreciate and comments or suggestions. Thank you for reading a stay tune for chapter two!