REPOSTED: I'm tidying up my story layout. At the moment I have a load of one-shots from various fandoms posted separately, when they could do just as well together. So I'm creating a one-shot series for each of the fandoms I write for, and anything I've written for that fandom that's under 1000 words gets put into it. This, obviously, is the Prison Break section.
I probably won't write any more fiction for Prison Break as I, along with 99% of Prison Break viewers, was let down my the finale. No thank you!
All reviews for the one-shots will be posted at the bottom of the one-shot the review(s) pertain to. So... enjoy!
Summary: A short piece about Michael and his plan.
Rating: K+
"I'll take care of it."
So many things went wrong. So many people died because of what I'd done. They didn't need to die but because I was sloppy they did and my conscience is heavy with countless deaths. Everything that could have gone wrong did.
Firstly, the bleachers. He hadn't planned to have a child molester on his back from day 1. And then he couldn't get near the bleachers or his key. As soon as he sat down again and got to work they were back. When he finally got the key, it was taken from him.
He looked for it. And it couldn't have been on the table, in plain sight, could it. Oh no, it had to be in Maytag's fist, and he had to be found there. And he was given a toothpick as a weapon!
He might have been more sympathetic to Maytag, over the following weeks he learned to have pity for all of T-bag's sidekicks; if he knew what was going to happen to Maytag then he would have surely done something, no one deserves to die from stab wounds to the chest in the arms of their rival.
But he had the key, and he got to work, in his lonely cell, with T-bag whispering obscenities up to him. The key fitted perfectly. The first part of the plan was complete. But it had taken much longer than expected.
Secondly, the pills. The day before the riot was when C-note got them. But he had seen me in T-bag's cell and thought I was a redneck. Yet another thing had gone wrong. Without that Pugnac there would be no escaping the fact that the doctor would figure out that I did not have diabetes. I had to get up to that infirmary to get Insulin shots to have access to the drainage system.
After the riot though, everyone thought I had killed Maytag. The whites accepted it because they thought I was trying to get T-bag's attention and the blacks accepted it because they thought I had killed one of the enemy and they welcomed me. The Pugnac was there in time. The doctor seemed a little wary though. But I was so relieved. Everything was riding on that bunch of pills.
Thirdly, Abruzzi. I relied on him to get transport and in return I would give him Fibonacci. But he couldn't wait and he was asking me, where is Fibonacci, but all I could see were the sheers around my toes. I couldn't tell him. If I did everything I'd done would have been for nothing. But he was counting to three and every bone in my body screamed at me to tell him.
Limping. Pain. COs. Pain. Swearing. Pain. Gasping. Pain. Questions. I didn't want to lie to you and you didn't make me. But I was disfigured for life, but what's a few toes compared to your brother's life.
Then things go from bad to worse. I need Sucre on board, so I pretend to hide a cell phone. Sucre doesn't talk when he's challenged by Bellick but requests a cell transfer. The new cellie stops the plan. Haywire thinks that anyone planning an escape should be told on. Abruzzi threatens again. But protects me from T-bag. I've got Abruzzi in but Haywire never sleeping is a big problem.
I needed to get rid of Haywire. And Sucre coming back to the side helped. If I didn't then all the planning would have been for nothing. Because there is no way that Haywire will join the team.
I tried asking and scarring him into moving and I had been dreading what would happen if he refused. I'd never been one for self harm. I've always had plenty of people to do that for me. Smashing my head against the bars was not a good experience. But it worked. Sucre was back in my cell and Bellick was not happy.
"Someone's going to get hurt."
