I do not own Prison Break or the Flash, nor do I own any of the characters, other then the storyline plot and any OC who may show up within the story. This is also my own version of Prison Break which will also tie in also with Legends of Tomorrow as well, so if you're a fan then please leave only positive reviews only as no negative reviews will be accepted. Thank you!

Author's note: This story takes place shortly after their visit to Chicago 1920 when they had to take down the Legion of Doom and Mick was hallucinating of Len being dead, but now the question is, was that really Len that Mick was seeing or his mind playing tricks on him? oh and also just so no one is confused, in this story Mick is actually a cover name that Lincoln began going by after he and Michael escaped from Fox River to avoid being detected by the Company, so which means that the brothers are going to be in trouble when the rest of the team discovers the truth about their identity's...

Bold underlined – Chapter Titles/Character's Perspective

Bold Italics underlined – Memories

Italics – Thinking (In thought)

Previously on Legends of Tomorrow - "Mick, what's gotten into you?" Sara asked looking at me in confusion. "Usually you don't want to deal with anything that has to do with missions lately and now all of a sudden you're wanting to jump litterally headfirst into one?

"Let's just say that I've had a lot on my mind lately alright?" Was all I could reply as I attempted to make my escape now, but the next words that jumbled out of haircut's mouth caught my attention.

"Well that's unusal considering the fact that you're pretty little bald head's usually as empty as an air bubble." I turned to see the sarcastic smirk on haircut's face and immediatly flashes of T-Bag swirled into my brain. The image of where haircut was currently standing was now replaced by the image of T-Bag and I could've sworn I was hallucinating again. Something clearly wasn't right. Something was wrong and I had to do whatever it took to find my brother.

"Hey Mick, you okay?" I heard Ray's voice calling me but all I could see at the moment was T-Bag standing in haircut's place walking toward me, and on instinct I reached for my heat gun and shot out a blast of fire at him.

"Whoa! Easy Mick!" I heard Sara's voice cry out now as she grabbed ahold of my arm. "What the hell has gotten into you?!"

Damn it... I thought shaking my head as I headed down the street. First I'm seeing ghostly images of my little brother who's supposed to be dead, Then I start seeing freaking Fox River in my head, and now I'm seeing fucking ghostly images of T-Bag. What the hell is wrong with me?

"Madam Christina Scofield, how lovely it is to see you alive and well." Snapping her head up toward the source of the new voice that was now speaking to her, she noticed a tall man with sleek back blonde hair and intense forest green eyes.

"Can I help you?" She asked glaring at him suspisciously. "Forgive my intrusion, but I am Eobard Thawne, and as it just so happens, I know where to find your son Michael."

"Tell Sara I'll be there as soon as I can alright?" Suddenly there was distortion in his voice as though we were being cut off from communciation. "LJ?" I tried to hear him, but of course with all the static interference it became difficult.

"LJ? Can you hear me?" there was more distortion and static, and as I strained my hearing to see if I could stilll hear LJ's voice, there was another voice that sent my mind whirling in shock. "Linc...brother..."

"Mike?" The thought if the strange occurence interfering made me start to wonder if I was losing my mind. "Michael? Is that you?"

The voice was soft and almost shallow and I couldn't tell if he was alright or if he was injured. "Michael? Is that you?" I asked. "Answer me, are you okay? Where are you?" The distortion caused more static to the point where the line went dead and I lost connection with LJ. "Damn!" Whirling around I found myself now smashing my fist against a tree truck in frustration. "What the hell is fucking going on here?!"

NOW...

Chapter 3 - A Theif's Dilemma

I let out a heavy sigh as I headed down the narrow road while keeping a close eye on the cordinets LJ had sent me. Finally stopping for a short breather, I now found myself now leaning back against the same tree I had rammed my fist into only mere moments before. "Great, now I'm fucking going around in circles." I murmured to myself as I closed my eyes for a brief second as I drew in a deep breath to calm myself down. Although it had been brief, but yet hard to hear due to the static, the fact of hearing my brother's voice was still ringing inside my skull, which made me start to feel like I was not only hallucinating, but now completly dislusional at the same time. Was it really Mike's voice I heard? How is that fucking possible?

Memories of Fox River began swirling into my brain again and I had to shake my head to clear everything away. Snapping my eyes open when I felt a hand on my shoulder, I whirled around and whipped my heat gun from it's holster around my belt. "Whoa! Damn Mick take it easy would you?!" Rolling my eyes at the sight of haircut I put my heat gun back into the holster and began moving away from him as quickly as I could. "Mick? come on man talk to us." Ray insisted as I heard the sound of footsteps rushing to catch up with me. "We just want to help you. Come on back to the ship so that we can figure this out together." I shook my head and muttered in a soft reply, "This is something you wouldn't understand haircut."

I felt Ray's hand on my shoulder again and whipped my gun out so fast I sware that Ray didn't even had time to blink before he noticed the seriousness look in my eyes before realising that I had the gun poited right at his head. "You say one more word about wanting to help me, and I sware to god I will shoot and melt your head off your shoulders before you even have time to blink. Are we clear haircut?"

I saw the look of fear in Ray's eyes as he slowly nodded, and I could see his body starting to tremble in terror. Normally I wouldn't have reached my boiling point to this extreme, but with everything Mike and I had worked so hard to achieve now hanging in the balance I really didn't have much of a choice at this point.

A few minutes later after Ray had left something caught my eye as I saw a streak of yellow and red light zooming past me to reveal a man with sleek back blonde hair and intense forest green eyes wearing a yellow suit witha red lightnig bolt on his chest. "You're one of the guys in the Legion of Doom right?" I asked whipping my gun out once again and pointing it this time at the guy's face as he gave me a sarcastic smirk. "Calm down Lincoln, all I want to do is help you." The man replied. "You want to find your missing brother don't you? I know where he is."

A wave of anger as hot as the fire that burned inside my heat gun raged through me. "How the fuck do you know-" "Know yours and Michael's true identites? Well it's simple, I'm a speedster like the Flash, so I can use my speed to go back in time. By the way, just to let you know, you guys may be good at breaking out of prisons, but you really suck at covering your tracks." The man then handed me a newspaper article with today's headline reading, CHICAGO'S NEW VICE PRESIDENT MADAME SCOFIELD SWARN INTO OFFICE.

I nearly dropped to my knees in frustration. How the fuck was she even alive?! I wanted to scream out and burn everything to the ground at this point. Nothing was making sense anymore. As if the damn memories of Fox River weren't bad enough, but now the head of the fucking Company that had tried numerous times to kill us was the damn vice president?! That had sent my blood boiling in rage. What the hell was I going to do now?

"If you want to find your brother, it's really quite simple Lincoln." The speedster replied breaking me out of my thoughts as I looked up from the paper at him. "All you have to do is steal the spear of destiny from the Legends, and you can use it to write reality and save your brother from blowing himself up."

"What makes you think I would even want your help?" I asked staring at him suspisciously. "Your the enemy."

"It doesn't have to be like that though." The Speedster replied, "I mean the Legends don't even trust you am I right? How can you know for sure that it's not them that's truly the enemy here?"

"He's got a point Mick." This time I know I heard my brother's voice as I turned now to see him dressed as Captain Cold with his cold gun aimed directly at my head. "You said it before that you and I were a team right? So let's show them all what we can do. Come on Mick, use the spear to bring me back." I had a feeling that I was hallucinating again, that this version of my brother staring at me with his cold gun aimed at me wasn't really him. Then again, I wasn't too sure what the hell was real and what wasn't real anymore. What the hell was I going to do now? Steal the spear and betray the team to bring back my brother? Or allow things to stay the way they were and allow the company to find me? I was caught now in the middle of a thief's dilemma and I didn't know what to do and how to handle it. What was the right thing to do?

TOO BE CONTINUED...What will Mick choose now? Will he betray the team and steal the spear? to bring back his brother? Is Len really dead, and if so who was the voice that spoke to Mick on the phone in the previous chapter? For more information as to what to expect next kepp staying tuned and I will try to get the next chapter up as soon as possible. Hope you enjoyed reading and as always please review!