Disclaimer: I don't own Prison Break :( But If I ever get the chanse too who wants to go halfers?
T-Bag hold the shank steadily in Michaels direction.
"Unless you're gonna use your shank to take out the pipe, put it away," I demand.
"I'm gonna put it in your neck, you don't get us outta here," T-Bag says to Michael.
"Bring it down a peg, T-Bag," Sucre says as I reach for my baton.
"Shut your mouth. Remember, Pretty, I am serving life plus one. So if I get busted for attempted escape I'm gonna throw in a homicide, no problem. That's like a parking ticket to me!" T-Bag hisses.
"No one is dieing!"
Everyone one freezes and is silent when we hear footsteps in the hall.
"We gotta go. Now! Gimme the rope. Gimme the rope, now!" Westmoreland says as he grabs the rope, ties it off to a shelf and begins to climb down. "Okay, I'm down,"
One by one they go down and it soon is just Michael and I standing in the room. Michael stands and stares up at the pipe blankly.
"You gotta go, Michael," Michael doesn't move. "Let's go! You first,"
As he heads towards the hole he looks up at the pipe. His eyes glisten as the moonlight shines into them.
Michael makes it to the bottom and untie the rope from the shelf and to the grate that covers the hole. I drop into the hole and the grate clanks shut into the hole. I rope sways back and fourth slightly and hold onto the rope tightly, scared of falling. I here footsteps from above and a lump develops in my throat. My arms and legs become weaker and weaker by the second. I let out a small grunt as I continue to try to hold my self up so the guards above wont hear me hit the floor.
"Just let go, I'll catch you," Michael whispers from below.
"I'm practically all the way at the top," I whisper hoping that the guards wont hear.
"Just have a little faith," Michael says.
I take a deep breath before letting go of the rope. I fall downwards rapidly and my hair whips upwards and into my eyes. I watch the grate above move further and further away. I soon hit Michaels warm arms.
"Nice catch,"
"Thanks," Michael says as I drop my feet to the floor.
My body turns to face him and we are almost to close for comfort. Our eyes slowly get lost in the others, and the rest of our surrondings seemed to be wareing alway in the silence. Know what will happen next I pull my self away. We crawl through the pipes and soon catch up to the others who are climbing up into the break climb up except for Westmoreland and there is banging at the door.
"Stay there. Stay down there!" I say then cover the hole with the board and carpet.
The crowbar I had jammed in the door falls to the floor and Bellick storms in. "Why was this door locked?"
"It wasn't locked, boss. The fan kept pushing it open so we decided to wedge it closed," T-Bag says.
Bellick stares at all of as and we are all exhausted and covered is sweat. "You've been in here all night not doing a damn thing,"
"Room's still wet. Nothing they could do. It's not like they were having a picnic," I say and C-Note laughs.
"Bunch of shiftless, no-good convicts," Bellick scowls.
Michael moves to the from of the pack holding the crowbar and looking furious.
"You got something to say, Scofield?" Bellick asks and Michael looks away. "Wrap it up. And, all four of you, get your asses back to the block. Sam go home, your shift was done two hours ago,"
"But you told me -"
Bellick scowls then leaves the room. I quickly roll up the rug, move the board and help Charles out of the hole. One up he gets down on one knee to tie his shoe. I cover up the hole again. Bellick storms in again.
"You seem to be one light,"
Westmoreland stands up from tying his shoe. "Right here, boss,"
Bellick leaves again.
"Oh, no, no. Hey. I should be halfway to seeing my family right now!" C-Note says while punching the wall.
Another CO enters to escort them back to their cells. Tired I go to my locker in the make shift guard room and change into my regular clothing. Not thinking I will be able to drive home I drag my feet up to my dads office. I walk in through the back door and no one is there. I walk over to his desk and rest my head one it. My burning eyes take long blinks and eventually just shut tightly closed.
I am shaken abruptly awake, the sun shines through the crakes in the curtains and into my eyes.
"Samantha, what are you doing in my office?" Dad asks.
"Sorry dad must have feel asleep. What time is it?"
"Five in the morning. Have you been here all night?"
"Yeah,"
Dad just stares at me.
"I'm going to get ready for work," I say then leave his office.
I walk down to the break room and change back into my guard uniform. On my way out I get a glance at the loudly ticking clock. In sixteen hours Lincoln Burrows would be executed for a murder he didn't commit. I sigh, feeling somewhat responsible for the fail in escaping. I walk to gen-pop and pick up Michael to take him to the infirmary. Halfway down the corridors Michael grabs my arm and spins me to face him.
"Sam, I need you to do something for me,"
"And that is?"
"I need you to get Sara to talk to her father about my brothers case,"
"I can't promise you anything, but I'll talk to her,"
"Thank you, you gonna talk to her before my shot?"
"Sure," I say as we reach the infirmary.
Sara goes to walk into one of the main rooms of the infirmary but I grab her lab coat and drag her into her office.
"Sam, I have to be with a patient," Sara says.
"I'm sure he wont mind. I just need to talk to you for five minutes," I beg and she nods. "Would you talk to your father for me? Please?"
"About what?" She asks.
"The Lincoln Burrows case,"
"You and I both know I'm the last person in the world that my father listens to. He hates what I do. He hates what I believe in. And if I'm the one asking for clemency for Burrows, Burrows won't get it," Sara says.
"Okay," I say sadly knowing that was Michaels last hope.
"I'm sorry," Sara apologises then walks out off the office.
I fallow her out and glance up at Michael who is full of faith and determination. I shake my head sadly and he closes his eyes tight. Not being able to handle this moment I walk out of the infirmary teary eyed.
After a small amount of work around the prison I take my break. I look up at the clock and in six hours it was time. I go to take a bit of my sandwich when the lights flicker, the chair is getting tested. I slam my hand hard on the table and Sara walks into the room. "I was thinking about what you said earlier,"
"And?"
"He wont listen to me, but he might listen to the both of us,"
I quickly get changed and she drives us down to her fathers work place. We catch up with him in one of the halls and we each walk on one of his sides.
"Those numbers support Burrows' claim about Terrence Steadman's pending indictment. Now, with the related murders, and then the confidential informant, we just wanted to make sure that you were fully aware of the circumstances," Sara explains.
"I'm fully acquainted with the Burrows case, girls, but I never heard about any of this," Mr. Tancredi says.
"Well, I hadn't either until I spoke with friends and family members of the accused. And I understand that most of this evidence is technically considered circumstantial, but I think you'll agree it's hard to ignore,"
"How did you two get involved with all this?" He asks.
"These men are my patients," Sara says.
"I have to talk to somebody," I sigh.
"Come on, girls. How many of these guys say that they are innocent? eighty, ninety percent? It's not like you're asking me for a new bike here, kids. Being tough on crime, capital punishment, it's all part of a philosophy that I believe in. Part of a philosophy that I campaigned on, was elected for,"
"We have to go back to Fox River. We have to be there when they kill this man. The least you could do is review his case," I say while shoving the case files into his hands. "Good night Mister Tancredi," I say sternly before Sara and I leave to go back to Fox River.
After changing back into my uniform I head over to the final visitation room where my father and other COs stand waiting till final visitation is up. Dad nods and we all enter the visitation room.
"It's time," Dad says sternly.
Lincoln changes into white clothes, sneakers and a diaper and is lead down the corridor by some of the other COs. I lead Michael. Sara joins Michael and I after coming through a door and into the hall. Suddenly CO Stolte runs up behind us yelling, "Warden!"
"What is it?" Dad asks impatiently and Stolte hands him a cell phone. "It's the governor,"
I look from Sara to Michael and they both look as hopeful as I feel. Dad takes the phone and talks to Mister Tancredi on the other end.
"Please god. Please," I whisper to my self as we all wait in a tense silence.
Dad closes the phone. "The Governor has reviewed your case, fully. He's not granting clemency. Let's proceed,"
My stomach drops and I lead Michael off to a certain spot to where he and his attorney Veronica Donovan can not cross.
"Once he's in the death chamber, you'll be escorted to the viewing room," I explain as strongly as possible.
"Can I...?" Veronica asks and I nod.
She walks over to him and hugs him tightly, crying as she does so. Whispers something to him then comes back over to me. I uncuff Michael and he walks over to Lincoln fighting back his tears. He gives Lincoln a brotherly hug then walks back to me. I place his handcuffs back on.
"Sam, would you sit with Miss. Donavon and Mister Scofield during the execution?" Dad asks and I shake my head.
Dad leads Lincoln off to the death chamber and I lead Veronica and Michael to the viewing room.