First Prison break fic! Please be kind.

I can take criticism but I won't tolerate any hurtful words. Thank you.

This story won't be too long. 5 chapters. It doesn't cover all of season 1 but just what I think is needed for this story to be right.

This story starts a day between the events of English, Fitz or Percy and the two episodes of the riots.

It's completely written so I'll update once every five days.

Let's get on with chapter 1

Walking through the hallways of the FOX River with her sister was something Clarissa has gotten used to as she had done it for the past four years now. The last three years, she shared the walk with her sister.

Every year, Pope asks a team of psychologist to come in and interview some convicts. At first it started out as an interning sort of thing but after she finished her studies, Pope asked if he could call her in for the job again which she agreed on. She liked working in prison, definitely with patients such as Fernandez Sucre who is funny and doesn't actually make rude comments. He's also the only one she ever interviewed without any guard stand by in the office.

This year she knew she got two new ones; Lincoln Burrows and Michael Scofield.

Her sister told her all about the two and was prepared for the answers they might give her, if they were even going to answer any question. She expected Lincoln to work with her best out of the two, but she wasn't even sure about that.

She walked to the C.O. that would bring her her first patient and stopped in front of him. "I'm coming with you to get him."

"Whatever, lady." The C.O. shrugged.

In his cell, Michael was looking to the 'Pit' as he called it to see if he could catch the cause of all the noise coming from outside. He saw absolutely nothing but he could still hear other convicts catcalling and yelling for or to a woman even though he couldn't see her.

"Looks like Clarissa is here." Sucre commented.

"Clarissa?" Michael repeated. "Who is she?"

"One of the psychologists." The Hi-Spanic shrugged.

Michael turned to his inmate. "What? A psychologist? Since when do we have one?"

"Normally, we don't but every year they come in here for a few weeks and have several interviews with us. It's required." The guy said before hopping down from his bunk. "I hope I get Clarissa again. She doesn't treat us like dogs and doesn't ask stupid questions. If you don't want to tell her something, she understands. Really, Clary is nice."

"Clary? What's her last name?" Michael asked, looking back to the 'Pit'.

He heard a chuckle coming from behind him. "Get this, she's Dr. Trancedi's sister. Clarissa Trancedi, daughter of the Governor."

"That is me." A sweet, feminine voice filled their cell as a young woman, she could be no older than 25, stood in front of them with a C.O. next to her. "Sucre, seems you're lucky. You can come with me. Breakfast is waiting for you in my office."

The celldoor opened and Michael pressed himself against the wall to let Sucre walk out. "See you later, Scofield."

"Scofield? Michael?" He nodded. "Ah yes, my sister told me all about you. You'll get your shot with her first and after you're coming to me. I know you won't give me any real answers but I'll be happy with what you will tell me."

He nodded slowly. "Yes, ma'am."

"Ma'am? Scofield, how old do you think I am?" She asked.

"Dr. Trancedi, you need to go to your office." The C.O. ordered. "You're here to work not to chat with the cons."

"You do know that I have to chat with the cons for a living, right?" Michael had to chuckle at her sass while it only made the C.O. roll his eyes. "Fine, I'll bite. Come on, Fernandez, we have a session to get to."

With her out of sight, Michael pressed himself against the wall again and let out a sigh as he pictured the young psychologist again. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. If he thought her sister was beautiful, she was in a league all of her own.

She had a perfect body with a beautiful face to go with it. She had the same auburn color hair as her sister, only hers was a bit more leaning towards red with brown eyes. She didn't wear make up but even without she was the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. He was quite sure that he saw some ink coming from underneath her clothes.

He was definitely intrigued by the new woman.

Clarissa opened the door to her office, letting Sucre walk in before her. Before the C.O. could walk in, she closed the door in his face which made Sucre laugh out loud. "You do that every year and every year it gets funnier! Doc, you are amazing!"

"Thank you, Sucre." She said as she pulled back a chair for him and walked around the desk to sit in her own chair. "Tell me, what's new?"

"I'm engaged." He said with a shit eating grin.

Clary stood up with a big smile. "Sucre, that's amazing! Truly!" She gave him a big hug. "I am very happy for you and Maricruz."

"Yeah, we are too. I am worried though." She frowned as she sat back down and indicated for her to start talking. "Yeah, uhm, Hector is getting closer to her. Clary, you know me and how I feel about Maricruz. She is everything to me. I don't want to lose her."

"I'm sure you won't. Maricruz agreed to marry you not your cousin. You'll be married the next time I see you... I hope. You have, what, only a year to go?"

"Sixteen months." He corrected her.

She smiled. "Well then, I expect an invitation in my mail before you marry."

"Of course!" He agreed. "I don't think there's anything new except that."

"What about Michael Scofield? How is your relationship with him?" Clary asked.

"We're okay. I actually like him better than my last one. He's silent and all but he's okay. He actually involves me into a lot of things."

"Like... What?"

"Well, involves is the wrong word. He helped me with proposing to Maricruz and has confided in me about his brother." He explained.

"His brother? Lincoln Burrows?" She nodded. "Yeah, I have him as well. He's coming in before Michael."

"He's a good guy." Sucre shrugged. "We work together sometimes. You wouldn't think that he killed the brother of the Vice-President."

"Maybe he didn't." Clary said as she leaned back. At the look he gave her, she elaborated. "I followed the trial closely. There are things that don't add up but I'm not a lawyer. I tried going to his lawyer though, he wouldn't listen to me. I tried with Michael's lawyer instead. I believe she is looking into it."

"So, you believe he is innocent."

"I know he is innocent." She said. Looking at the clock, she saw she still had half an hour with him. "We have 30 minutes, still. Why don't you tell me everything that happened since we last met. Whatever you don't want to tell me, you don't. Go."