A/N: Just a tiny little ficlet to get inside Brian's head in the Russian prison. Had to be terrifying, and the show just kinda brushed over it. My brain and it's sadistic streak just had to stop and play there. I don't own Limitless. You know that...

I am not claustrophobic. I'm not. I don't feel perfectly stationary wall closing in on me like some adventure movie with some actor way cooler than me. I really am not claustrophobic.

And if I say it enough, I might actually believe it. Now, I have gotten myself into some seriously deep crap in my life (being wanted for murder by the FBI, for instance...) but really... I am actually in a Russian gulag. Seriously! That's not something that happens to normal people! That's not the kind of thing that should happen to anyone!

I watch movies. I know what happens in places like this. Experiments, for one. Have you seen X-files? With the black oil and slugs crawling into their eyes...Wow, that image still makes me shudder. I could actually be facing something like that...

I am not claustrophobic. I am not claustrophobic.

Not just experiments... What about torture? I mean, when people look up torture- If there are weird people who have nothing better to do than Google torture- the first thing you probably find is a gulag! Now, I don't actually know anything. That could be good or bad. On the upside, I won't spill any secrets the second someone pulls up a branding iron or the jumper cables. On the downside, there are no tiny, insignificant details I can give them when I can't take anymore electric shocks or something worse involving a power sander and bleach or acid or fire or whatever they are gonna do to me...

I am not claustrophobic. I'm really not. At least I wasn't yesterday...

Of course, the most significant thing one thinks about gulags, I already know is going to happen. I'm going to disappear. The scary guy in uniform already made that clear. I don't want to disappear! I mean, so many cool things could happen that I want to see. The second new Star Wars movie... The next season of CSI: Cyber... Hey, what if the Mets actually win the Series next year?! I definitely want to be around for that! But I'm not going to be. I'm going to "disappear" because it's easier for that guy... Does it make me a coward that I hope it's just a bullet to the head, not something hideous and drawn out?

I'm not claustrophobic, not claustrophobic, not claustrophobic...

Well, I'm not really a bucket list kind of guy, but I so wanted to explain everything to Rebecca. To my mom. To Rachael. I really hope Piper made it, can make the serum and can bring them all down... If not, my death will be for nothing... Wow, that sounds like delusions of grandeur... Like some cold war spy or something. But somewhere, doesn't everyone want to mean something? If not their death, then their life? Now here I am talking about big-picture stuff. I really wish she had just ran off with me...

Not claustrophobic not claustrophobic notclaustrophobicnotclaustrophobic...

Uh-oh... Now I hear footsteps. They're heading this way. I'm full of completely horrible end-of-the-road lines, but the only legitimate thing I can think is will they give me a pen and paper and five minutes to write a goodbye to my family. More than goodbye... an apology... And to Rebecca... I wish I knew how to say "please" in Russian. Ironically, all I can remember is "goodbye"...