A/N: No reviews =( Fineif nobody reviews after this chapter I'll stop writing it or postpone it. Anyway, the story is going to follow each episode with little change, this chapter is based on the episode "Orientacion", everything goes as according in the jail with Michael, and I will not write anything involving Michael in jail, only if it's not a part of the original episodes. This is the part in the episode when Lincoln is first approached by Susan/Gretchen, instead its Susan and Naomi then Naomi goes with Lincoln to visit Michael, Like how it was in the episode. Also (…) means change in scene. PLEASE REVIEW AND ENJOY!

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Chapter 1: Alignment

For some odd reason Naomi felt really itchy and kept scratching her elbow till it turned into little white flakes then it began to drip off every time she scratched it and that's what made Susan tap her shoulder. Naomi quickly jerked up from the touch, and Susan pursed her lips reminding her that she needs to be quiet.

"Do you like drawing attention to yourself?" She asked coldly, and Naomi hesitated thinking of course she is nervous. She is going to break out a felon from jail; can she even live with the guilt of putting millions of people in danger by releasing them? Susan sensed that Naomi is tense because of the ensuing actions she will have to take. "You just think that within a week if Michael and James aren't out of prison Tamini and Gemma are just as dead as your husband." She threatened as she looked directly in her eyes, and Naomi tried to compete with her sheer evilness. But, she found herself to be completely frightened from this woman. Those cold icy orbs she has pierced through her soft defenses and preyed against her soul. Naomi wanted to cry out for help and end this but she knew that if she did she mind as well sign the death warrant of both Tamini and Gemma. Naomi gulped as she began to sweat again as she averted her gaze away from the demeaning woman. She felt the soft hand of Susan tenderly grip her chin turning to face her. Susan gently gripped her chin as if to analyze her face for her own satisfaction. "Such beauty." She whispered to her in a lewd manner that made Naomi cringe her eyebrows in confusion. "It's a shame that you are so worried, it's affecting your magnificent face." She said again, and it made Naomi feel so uncomfortable. She is truly a torturous woman and she can do anything she wants with her because Naomi is helpless. Swiftly, Naomi moved her chin away from her clutches, and Susan went back to her usual cold face. "Do you know Lincoln Burrows?" She asked and Naomi looked back at her in utter puzzlement.

"Not really." She said truthfully, however Susan didn't seem to believe a word of it.

"What does "really" mean." She said with emphasis as she folded her arms and Naomi remembered again her position with this woman.

"I have only seen him in the backgrounds sometimes, I never talked to him and he never talked me." She explained a bit further and Susan seemed satisfied with the answer.

"And Michael?" She asked with a raised brow, and Naomi averted her eyes again as the name is said again.

"I told you-"

"Don't play games with me, you know what happens." She quickly threatened Naomi attempts to dismiss Scofield.

"We were only classmates in a construction class at college, and that's it." She said while shaking her head as if she didn't understand how this can connect to anything.

"Is that the only contact you had with Michael?" She asked in a threatening low growl and Naomi is taken aback. She knew that any wrong move will make this patchy woman harm Tamini and Gemma.

"We had a project in class that we worked together on." She said honestly and Susan seemed interested by the information as she leaned in closer.

"And?" She prompted.

"It was a simple model of an apartment complex in which he designed the infrastructure and I did the external structure, but that is it with Michael and me." Naomi desperately confessed trying to make herself separate from Michael in every possible way. Susan seemed to buy her story as she leaned back on her chair then she looked in another direction in deep thought. Naomi could only guess what this malicious woman is thinking up now but she hoped Tamini and Gemma would be out of it. She snapped back at Naomi and Naomi nearly flinched off her stool.

"I'm going to the other side of the bar to wait for Lincoln to arrive, and you are to stay here until I call you." She ordered as she carefully told every word to Naomi and she nodded her understanding. Finally Susan got up from her seat to go to the other side of the bar and Naomi held her breath as she did it.

Even if Susan is away Naomi still felt like a prisoner to her, and the feeling of being a prisoner is choking her life potency. Images of the dead police officer in her bedroom flashed repeatedly in her mind causing a headache. So much blood on the carpet, and the cop didn't even scream when he died as his life just flashed in front of her. Breathing became harder for her as she began to sweat again and she looked around in every direction expecting to be sniped any moment. She wanted to leave the place and go to a place less crowded but she couldn't. The chains of Susan are latched onto her to stay put in this chair to torment her. She slid her hands through her soft silky hair trying to compress some of her anxiety. What if Tamini gets hurt? Her thoughts rendered with replacing the bullet wound of the officer to Gemma on the floor bleeding to death. Breathing came tougher to her as she thought of it more and more. She eventually just clutched the sides of her head as she laid her elbows on the bar counter. A figure of a tall broad shouldered man caught Naomi's attention as he walked into the bar. Its Lincoln, her blood began to boil at the thought of his name. She didn't know what role Scofield and Burrows played in her becoming involved with their crimes, but she knew they had to do something. How else did these mysterious people find her? Trying to focus on her vitality she tried to forget about revenge against the brothers. She first needs to save Tamini and Gemma before she can do anything so she would have to work with Lincoln, Michael, and this Whistler person. She is abruptly stopped from contemplating as Susan signaled for her to come to her and Lincoln. Naomi swallowed, and stood up and hoped that Lincoln doesn't recognize her. Tentatively, she walked to the other side of the bar and immediately when Lincoln saw her his eyes lit up in recognition and Susan caught it too. Damn! She averted her eyes away from Lincoln hoping that he doesn't say anything.

"Naomi." He said as she stood in front of him and she wished that's all he is going to say.

"You know her?" Susan prompted and Naomi became nervous as Susan poked around.

"Yea, she's Michael's ex.-"

"You're lying!" Naomi screamed in fear more than in defense as she didn't want to look like liar to Susan. If caught lying who knows what she will do to Gemma and Tamini. However, Lincoln was having none of it as his eyes grew wide in anger.

"I am no liar!" He growled and Naomi finally gazed upon him realizing that Lincoln is in a hesitant state of mind of also. He is sweating, and there is fear in his voice but why is he so scared all of a sudden. Naomi wanted to ask more questions but Susan didn't want to hear any of it.

"Stop yelling the both of you." She calmly warned the both of them which made them mute as she turned to Lincoln. "You, Michael and Naomi are going to break James out no matter what." She said again for assurance and the both them nodded in agreement. "I will only contact one cell phone, and it will be Lincoln's." That is so unfair; Naomi thought she is going to be way more useful than Lincoln will ever be. "Got that?" She pressed again to Naomi and she gulped then nodded her agreement to the terms. "One week." As Lincoln and Naomi turned to leave the bar Susan quickly latched onto Naomi's arm roughly turning her. Naomi found herself inches away from Susan's bitter face. "If you lie to me again." She raised her eyebrows as she squeezed her arm tighter. "I will send you Gemma's foot in the mail." She threatened and Naomi's face became pale in horror. "You got that?" She asked again, and Naomi timidly nodded.

…

The car ride to Sona was quiet and serene to Naomi as she hardly wanted to make any eye contact with Lincoln. She feared to engage in conversation with him and strangely she felt that he is doing the same thing with her. Regardless of how they felt towards each other they needed to cooperate. It's only a week, she thought. She has no information whatsoever on this prison, she needs information if she is going to help.

"Do you know anything about this prison?" She said while still looking ahead, and it seemed like infinity when Lincoln finally spoke.

"Yea, I consulted with a lawyer to transfer Michael out of there." He said looking forward just like Naomi did.

"And?" She prompted, she needed useful information.

"The prison is not regulated by police instead it has own set of rules that are followed by prisoners created by other prisoners. There are no race riots or gangs but there is a hierarchy that establishes all the rules." He explained and she thought the prison seemed odd, but at the same time she thought it would be pretty easy to escape without guards.

"Seems to be easy to escape without any guards." She commented but Lincoln didn't seem to agree.

"No one has ever come out of Sona, and I mean if you go in there once there is little chance of ever getting out." He said dryly and Naomi had to wonder what made it so difficult to escape, guessing that maybe if she actually saw the prison she will understand.

"What about James Whistler?" She asked and Lincoln shrugged.

"Got nothing on him." He answered truthfully, and Naomi sighed it's going to be a long week she thought.

….

If there has to ever be a real life hell, then Sona would be it she decided, as she looked upon the structure in awe. Amazing she thought, then she walked through the steel fence. She finally realized why the prison didn't need guards inside the prison to keep the prisoners at bay. The structure had four large walls, and there is one way out which is a huge green rusted door then on each side of the wall there is an expanse of space between walls and fence. However, the four guard towers would definitely take out any chance for anyone to try to escape and would be suicidal. The design is too simplistic it would be difficult to try anything without the guards knowing.

Not only is the place hot enough to fry her hair but the place wreaked of a stench. She couldn't really put a finger on it but it smelled like rotten meat, and she could only guess what the meat really is. Lincoln stood next to her as they waited outside the fence for Michael to appear outside and it seemed strange that they didn't look at each other yet. But, the one person she really didn't want to talk to is Michael and no matter what she has to communicate with him. She instinctively bit her lip as she started to rub her ring, she missed her husband dearly. His death hardly registered with her, and sure they had trouble in the marriage but she still loved him. The sound of a squeaky door opening and closing brought her out of mourning her husband. Instead she looked up to see a man wearing a long sleeve dirty grey shirt and sweat covered every inch of his body. Many emotions came to her as soon as she laid eyes on him but she tried to suppress them to keep her composure. Michael steadily walked to them and throughout the time he walked he stared intently at her.

"Naomi." He breathed as if he just saw a ghost, and Naomi had to restrain herself from saying anything to him. "I haven't seen you in like eight years." He said as he stared at her but she hesitantly looked away from his blue orbs.

"Michael." She said as emotionless as she could muster to him. "Listen to your brother." By this time Michael felt the creeping of something suspicious from her surprise arrival and Lincoln's cold quietness.

"Michael….Michael." He said in utter loss trying to find the words to explain to his little brother while Naomi folded her arms in impatience. "You have to stay." He continued as he shook his head in disbelief and Michael became more worried.

"What's going on? I thought I was going to be transferred?"

"You have to escape with this guy." He continued and Michael began to shake his head dismissively.

"Someone already tried-"

"They have them." He quickly cut him off as he pulled out his phone to show him a video of something. Whatever is in that video it made Michael terrified as his eyes grew huge bordering hysteria and Naomi didn't know what he saw in the video. Or who exactly is "them" that the mysterious people have, and Naomi wanted to question but she held it back. She straightened her face and decided to shift her attention to the guard towers. There should be a sewage system, she thought and there has to be a way in this place. Each guard tower has about 3 to 4 guards on each equipped with artillery. At night it is likely they will increase the security to avoid any escape attempts. Any attempt in these yards would be suicidal, or is it only perceived that way? Gazing at the guards she wondered if she watched them long enough she could probably pin point a time they are not guarding. But, how can she analyze for that long without ever being discovered. She shifted her attention back to Michael as Lincoln had left without telling her. Michael looked defeated, and she didn't understand but she didn't want to understand. He gripped the fence and his head laid on his elbow in deep thought.

"We need to come up with a plan." She said as she approached and he didn't look up from the fence.

"Why did they get you?" He asked while still looking down, and Naomi simply looked at the gate.

"Apparently, Sona is too hard for you to get out by yourself and you need someone who has experience with buildings and you." She explained as she continued to look at the gate, but he stood straight looking at her.

"I'm sorry that you got involved." He apologized but she continued to ignore his gaze. However, she did feel the sincerity in his voice and she didn't know if he is playing games with her or not.

"We need a plan." She said again purposefully disregarding his apology, and he lowered his gaze once more. "You need to get James Whistler." She continued and he sighed.

"I'll try to find him."

"I looked him up on my phone, and he might not be as easy to find." She observed and Michael looked up in curiosity. "It turns out that he is charged with the murder of the Mayor's son, and the judge said before sending him to Sona that whatever inmate kills him will be freed from Sona." She clarified and Michael cringed his eyebrows in horror. "If he is alive then he is probably hiding."

"Great." He said sarcastically.

"There's a good chance that someone knows where he is or may have accidently communicated with him on some occasion in Sona." She said after thinking about it. "I suggest for you to ask around the inmates." She commented as she shifted her eyes to the guard towers again, and Michael nodded. "I need you to figure out the sewage system." She asked while wincing from the sun light.

"Why don't you look at me when you are talking to me?" He said and it is obvious that he grew increasingly tired of her avoiding eye contact. Naomi felt insulted by his demands; she had to follow Susan's commands and now his? Who does he think he is? Her lips became thin from the anger burning within while still refusing to look at him.

"Figure out the sewage system." She repeated through gritted teeth, and Michael stood turning leave. Naomi's eyes grew large, its seven days and he is just going to leave without coming up with any plans. "I guess you don't want to get out!" She screamed in utter shock, but he continued to walk as the gates began to open. Before she knew it Michael had left and now she is alone with only herself to wonder what if they don't break out because of her and Michael's stubbornness.