A/N: Yes, I know I;m a bad person for not posting chapters sooner, and I have no excuse to cover myself with, but here is a thousand sorrys and a new chapter. How did you guys like the surprise? You see, I'd been thinking a LOT about T-Bag's family/history (he's one of my favorite characters) and I decided he needed some family, because he just seemed like he needed a giant ass hug for some reason...(I'd hug him). He might be a little out of character for this, but anyway, read, review, and enjoy the first chapter! (Oh, I am having some trouble with coming up with stuff to happen in this, so if you can give me ideas, then I'd love you forever. I was thinking about switching between her and T-Bag or her and Michael, but I don't know. Help is appreciated!) NOW FREAKIN' READ!

I sat down on the visitor side of the glass and waited, as always, for Theodore to be brought from A-Wing. My hands trembled slightly, nerves I suppose, and I played with the clasps on my large white imitation leather purse, flicking them open and closed with soft snaps. How will he take the news? I wondered, and the sound of footsteps broke me out of my thoughts, and when I looked up, I saw my brother be led to the other side of the glass. He gave the black guard a look of contempt as he started to recite the visitation rules, and finally let my brother sit down.

"You look good, Teddy." I said, winking.

"Well, unfortunately, Terri, the prison wear isn't all that presentable." He smiled that warm, sunny smile of his as he used my most hated nickname.

"I'm here not even a minute and you're already messing with me!" I laughed anyway. Theodore had a way of making me smile, even when the wold was a black hole. He also had a temper that could fry you better than hell could, but I seemed to be the only person that could make him go back to his sweet self again. No sense in putting off the inevitable.

"Teddy...I have good news and bad news." I said, changing the subject from playful to serious.

"Bad news first. Get it over with." he stated, his own southern twang defining his voice as the smile slipped off his face.

"Well, I quit working at the hospital." He raised an eyebrow.

"Now why would you do a think like that?"

"Because..." Here it goes. "Because I'm going to work here instead." My brother's face turned hard and stone-like, his eyes turning to bits of rusted metal.

"They already accepted me, Teddy. I start work day after next because my friend Sara put in a good word for me." I added quickly, my green eyes meeting his own rust colored ones in a stare.

"No." he said, breaking the uncomfortable silence.

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean is that you ain't gonna do it, Theresa." He pointed at me, emphasizing his words.

"It's too late. I've already been accepted." I argued. "And don't point at me!"

"You don't seem to understand what I'm saying, sister o' mine. The people in here will eat you alive. And what do you think is gonna happen during a riot?" Theodore's voice had a jagged edge to it that I'd only heard a handful of times before.

"Well, brother o' mine, I can handle myself fine, thanks so much for your faith in me." I was almost shouting, not caring if people stared. I loved him, but God, he still treated me like a child. I grabbed my bag and started to stand and leave.

"Theresa, just hold on, alright?" I turned to him and saw the look in his eyes, the look that was all brotherly concern. I sat back down with a thump. He rubbed his face with his cuffed hands, and I noticed how much older he seemed to look, like he was sixty instead of thirty-nine.

"Teddy," I started, my voice soft. "I'll be fine. And if I'm not, well then you can beat the shit out of the person that tries to hurt me. Deal?" That made him smile a little bit. I placed my hand on the glass and he did like-wise, our own little gesture from child-hood. "Just think, soon I'll be able to hug you, and then punch you in the stomach for being a jerk." We both laughed and I was informed that our time was up. I stood, and before I left, I made sure to turn back one more time and see my brother wink before he was led away.

Two Days Later...

I was desperately chugging my fifth cup of coffee in an attempt to stay conscious. Worry had plagued me the night before, and it had taken hours for me to slip into a light doze. This usually didn't happen, as I regularly took anti-anxiety meds because of, well, anxiety. I had a limited number left when I came to visit Theodore, and I didn't find the time to swing by the pharmacist in the time since then. Need to get it taken care of. I looked at my clip board to see what the agenda was for today, and was informed my that my first patient of the job, a Mr. Michael Scofield here for an insulin shot.

My eyes are stuck to the paperwork in my hands as I tried not to look at him when the guard escorted him in. Oh Jesus, what if I have trouble getting a vein? What if I have to dig around to find one? My eyes glanced upwards and stayed, surprised by this Michael Scofield character. He was tall, a few inches taller than I am, and not exactly muscular, but you could definitely see the strength he had. His hair was shaved close to his head, and his washed out blue eyes held mine in a stare.

"Michael Scofield?" I asked, and when he smiled, his features instantly changed from serious to pleasant.

"That's me, Doc." He sat down in the chair near the window and waited while I unlocked the medicine cabinet and grabbed a bottle of insulin. I selected a syringe from the drawer. I rolled my chair over to Michael and rolled up his left sleeve, taking time to appreciate the tattoo that covered his arm and probably most of his torso as well. I drew the clear liquid from the glass bottle, and swabbed the crook of his arm with an alcohol pad. Surprisingly enough, my hands didn't shake, but his seemed to and I carefully plunged the needle into his arm.

"Any other conditions I should know about?"

"None that I know of, Doc. But you'll be the first to know." I smiled and removed the needle beofre placing a bandage over the tiny hole. "So...Theresa Bagwell? Are by any chance-"

"Related to Theodore Bagwell?" He nodded. "That's a yes, I'm his sister."

"Well, nice to have family around in a place like this." He got up to leave, and as the guard took him back to his cell, I couldn't help but wonder if the same applied to him.

XXXX

"Teddy, why did you get in the way? He hurt you instead of me!" A sad smile spread across his bloody face.

"You're five, Theresa."

"So? I could've at least helped!" He mussed up her hair slightly.

"I'll make sure you won't have to. I'll always protect you, sis." He pulled her into a tight hug, and she felt what seemed like tears fall onto her head. "While I'm around, nothin' is gonna happen. Nothin' at all."