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Back in Sona, Sucre had, had time to think things over. He knew the only way to move forward and find a way out of Sona was to find something that T-Bag needed, something to convince him to work with him. He knew that there was no way that anything was going to happen without the help of the man in charge and although he knew that the fact that the man in charge was going to be a con, he had hoped it would have been someone a bit more predictable and decent than T-bag.
Sucre had worked out that if he could find a way of getting the guards to work with him, that T-bag would be forced to work with him too. But first he needed to speak with Michael.
The faint sound of running water made Michael slowly open his eyes. He began to sit up but cried out in pain before collapsing back to a lying position once more. At the other side of the room, Michael's outburst startled his Nephew awake. "Uncle Mike?" He questioned, "Uncle Mike are you o.k.?" After some serious effort Michael finally managed to whisper something to L.J "Where….Where are we?" Michael asked groggily. L.J looked around with a puzzled expression on his face "I really don't know" L.J. replied "It's just the first empty house we found."
Michael began to examine his surroundings as much as possible without sitting up; he always felt the need to analyze every situation he was in, so he could feel fully comfortable and know what to do if they were to get into any trouble. This had become more of an obsession since "The Company" first began their work on his family and loved ones.
"Where's Linc?" he stuttered. "He's through the other room" he comforted, "He's getting you a towel for..well for.." L.J was not sure on how much his uncle had remembered, and was careful not to bring him back and painful memories nor stress him. He was not fully aware of what had gone on in the Van and was afraid to upset his uncle further.
Michael suddenly remembered the events that brought him to his new surroundings. He immediately returned to the dangerously imbalanced state that he was in whilst in the company of Susan, Whistler and Mahone. He began to sweat, and hammer his hands on his head. L.J started to panic, he had heard
about his uncles psych record but had never witnessed it take effect. He could never have imagined his uncle being anything other than level headed and what he was seeing scared him.
"DAD, DAD COME IN HERE" L.J screamed hysterically. Lincoln, hearing the terror in his sons voice, charged into the room. Before he could even ask what his son was so panicked about, he saw his younger brother in the state that he had seen too many times. The only good thing about that is that he had learnt how to deal with him.
"Michael, Michael look at me" Lincoln told his brother as calmly and as comfortingly as possible. The glazed look in Michaels eyes remained, he was looking directly in to Lincoln's eyes but Lincoln knew he couldn't see him. "Michael, you gotta listen to me man, whatever it is that is effecting you like this, you need to tell me. I need to know so we can work it out, we aren't getting anywhere like this." Lincoln saw Michael's lips move but he could not make out what he was saying. "What did you say Mike?" A single tear ran down Michael's cheek, he had become so damaged by the people who had tried to kill his brother, he was so confused, so broken. He could only bring himself to say one word, "Sara".
Sucre was trying to think of how he was going to work things; he needed to speak with Michael to see if he could find a way to force T-bag to let him in to the higher achy of the Prison, so he could plan his escape, to get to his beloved Maricruz and his unborn baby. But to get hold of Michael he needed to use T-bags cell phone. It was an awkward situation to be in, but he knew he had to do something to make it work.
He knew that Michael would help him in every way if he could, he just needed a way to contact him. He assumed that he would not be able to negotiate with T-bag and that he would not lend him the phone as it would show a sign of weakness to the other cons. Also he wasn't the helpful type. He also knew that if he asked for the phone that T-bag would know that he wanted it, so taking it would be harder. The fact that T-bag was not aware that Sucre was even in the prison would work to his advantage, should T-bag realize that the phone was missing. He knew that taking it was the only way.
It had been an unbearable 20 minutes for Lincoln, L.J and Michael but finally Michael had reached a reasonable state, with the help of Lincoln's soft voice comforting him. Michael still had tears running down his face but Lincoln knew that he needed to encourage his brother to talk to him; otherwise it would get to much for him again. L.J could only watch helplessly as his father tried to handle the
situation. "Look Michael, come on what the hell have they said to you? Let me help" Michaels bottom lip began to shake as he reached the most fragile he had ever been. "Is it the knife, is that what has done this to you? Lincoln knew that it was more psychological and that "The Company" had done more damage than the stabbing, but he knew that this would encourage Michael to talk to him.
Michael shook his head strongly, signaling for his brother to guess again. But Lincoln wasn't going to let his brother stay in the state he was, he was going to force his brother into making progress, as he knew how long it could take him to return to normal. "Tell me Michael" Lincoln pleaded. "They, they said they have Sara." Michael sobbed hysterically, looking at his brother for comfort and guidance. Lincolns face dropped, he knew that he had to stay strong for his brother but the news came as such a shock. Michael felt worse having seen his brothers' expression; Lincoln felt so out of place and lost, it was Michael that usually had the plan and who reassured him. Lincoln had always been the fighter, who used intimidation if Michael's lateral thinking hadn't worked. He was not used to having to be the thinker, nor was he good at it.
L.J at this point also needed consoling. "Dad, what does this mean? Do you think it's true or are they just clutching at straws?" he questioned desperately. Michael moved carefully closer and winced in pain as he did so. He looked intently at his brother, tying to analyze his expression whilst desperately awaiting an answer. "Um….I really doesn't know I mean I saw…" Lincoln stopped himself, realizing that he had spared his brother the agony of knowing the way in which Sara's life had been taken from her. Michael was aware of what his brother was about to say and the heartbreak and agony of not knowing came flooding back to him. He didn't know whether to be overjoyed that Sara was alive, or worried about what they might do to her if she was, or even devastated of the way in which her life was taken. He just needed the help of his older brother more than ever. "Linc….Linc they told me" he sobbed. Lincoln was dumfounded, he couldn't believe what he had just heard. This explained everything; he knew that his brother was sensitive to pain and unable to block it out, but knowing that about the only person outside of his family that he truly loved, truly had a bond with, Lincoln knew that would destroy him.
Lincoln knew that he needed to tell his brother exactly what he had been told in his moment of need. "You just need to have faith man" Lincoln whispered, reminiscent of when things made a lot more sense.
Michael wanted to believe him more than anything but was afraid to hope, he didn't want to convince himself that Sara was alive, just to find out that she really had been killed. It would be like losing her all over again, and he couldn't go through that again.
