AN: Right, so lately I have gotten a lot of reviews, mainly all begging for an update, the fact with Prison Break, I hit a wall, by a wall I mean a big effing writer cockblocking monster.
So this is for them people who wanted an update so bad, here you go, I know it's not much, but I have a good three more chapters to write for this story to have an end, so..
Enjoy, and for them people begging for more, keep reviewing and I'll keep writing. [Note this isn't a threat, I just feel it gives me motivation ;) ]


Chapter nine


I sat in the convertible, my long hair pinned up, and maybe it was easy to relax under some circumstances. Under other reasons I would be worried, but spending my entire life knowing that good things don't always happen to bad people, but good people still get hurt for no reason. So I sat in the front seat, feeling the beads of sweat running from my temple to my cheek. Brushing it away I close my eyes praying for any kind of breeze to cool my skin, but a breeze wouldn't come as I kept staring to the market place for Lincoln to return with Her.

Yes I knew my feelings about Sofia grew more distasteful the more I saw her, the more I watched her stealing longing glances at Lincoln when she thought I couldn't see it. Oh I was seeing it, and finding it extra hard not to bash her face in with a two by four.

Getting closer to the car, I inhaled sharp, she was just standing by, as I looked up to her face, "So guess you're tagging along with us today."

Sofia kept still for a few minutes, I knew she didn't really like me, I wasn't really bothered by this, as carefully as she could she got into the backseat, "Lincoln needs a translator…"

I snapped my attention to Lincoln, I wasn't sure if he was really that forgetful, or that he was going to have me stay at the hotel again on my own, "I speak Spanish Lincoln," My voice trying so hard to not break, "Seriously!"

Lincoln got into the driver's seat glimpsed over my face for a second, "I know, I just."

"No," I pointed at him, "I am not staying in the hotel," My eyes narrowed, "There is no way in hell." My hands fold across my chest, if I knew one thing, it was never to let him know he was going to win the argument. Or most of all treat me like a fragile thing that needed to be protected all the time.

"Lil," He said softly.

I held a hand up, "No Lil me," I felt myself avoiding his eyes, "I am coming with you, I am not letting you out of my sight," I turned to look at Sofia, "I am part of this too, I am not going to let anything happen to L.J, because you," My eyes narrowed over Sofia's face, while she avoided to look at me.

Lincoln pinched the bridge of his nose, inhaling sharply before turning his attention on me, I knew the look, as he exhaled, "For once, can you not be like that Lillian!"

"Like what?" I snapped watching him carefully, "Cos frankly I'd love to know."

Lincoln kept as calm as he could, "I don't want you in danger, can you just for once," I felt my insides burning as I opened the door getting out, "Lily don't be like this…" He called after me.

I turned around, my hair whipped through the air, I kept trying to remember to keep calm, but calm was out the window, "You know what," I waved my hands, "Just go, go without me, cos frankly right now I just don't give a shit anymore Lincoln!" I turned started to walk, I had no idea where I was going to go, but right now it was better than this.

I watched as Lincoln and Sofia drove off, a giant lump started to build in my throat, my stomach knotting up. I kept remembering that when he was like this, it was just best to keep a safe distance until he calmed down.


I sat in the bar, on a sofa by the window watching the sun in the sky. I wasn't much of a drink during the daytime type of person, but as I inhaled a drag of a cigarette, I exhaled keeping my attention on the window. The feelings I felt I kept locked down into the back of my mind.

Picking up my glass I brought it to my lips seeing him walking towards me, "Hey, you mind if I join you?"

My eyes meeting Lincoln's, "Sure," I placed the drink back down while turning to the window again.

Lincoln exhaled, "I don't think you're fragile."

"You've got a funny way of showing it," My voice snapped, but I felt the sting of my own words hitting me as hard as they hit him.

Lincoln kept quiet, as I carried on smoking, I'd felt the weight of the silence building tension between us. "Lily, do you honestly think," He paused, "Why are you doing this?"

I bring the drink to my lips again, this time knocking back the last quarter of the glass, trying my hardest not to slam it down. "Sorry, but the fact I," A snubbed the cigarette out, "I don't see how you are all of a sudden chummy with a woman who pulled a gun on me!" My words snapped, "She held a gun, to my face Lincoln," My voice tight, I could feel the stress in my throat, "Or has that slipped your mind? I closed my eyes inhaling sharply. "So yes, I have a problem, yes I don't trust her, and most of all why are you so keen on keeping her around?" My emotional state had officially snapped.

Lincoln kept still on the chair, he glanced from the empty glasses on the table, the ashtray filled with cigarette butts, "How much have you been drinking?" He kept his tone even.

"Enough," I replied while folding my leg over my knee.

Lincoln ran a hand over his head, his eyes never leaving me, but I could tell he was trying to think, "Do you trust me?"

I shrugged, "Should I?"

"This isn't high school Lillian, you just can't throw a tantrum and expect me to jump, I am not going to explain my actions to protect my son!" His voice rose a little higher, but I didn't flinch.

I simply took out another cigarette, "No this isn't high school," I felt myself trying hard to keep a level voice, but the lighter shaking in my hand as I lit the end of the Cigarette gave me away, "But then, I've been nothing but helpful, but you want to push me in the hotel, keep me out the way, but hey," I waved a hand lightly, "You just love to have Sofia around so much…"

"No!" Lincoln now pointed in my face, "No!" He repeated, his hand shaking. I didn't know if it was anger, or him trying to stop himself breaking down. "I," He moved from his chair close to me, I could see deep into his green eyes, see so deep I couldn't look away. "I love you, and if I have to keep saying until you believe it," He reached out, "I don't like Sofia, but if she's going to stab me in the back, I'd like to see the knife." His hand cupping my cheek, I could feel myself trembling.

"Fine, but I don't want you leaving me out of anything," I pointed the cigarette towards him, "And I'm going to visit Michael when I can," I inhaled some smoke, I'd not been smoking for a while, so it had made me light headed, "I think he'll need support since what has happened." I tried to keep calm, but I felt Lincoln take the cigarette from me, then put it out.

"I think it's best it works that way," He kept his hand on my cheek, "Also, we got it, Sucre is going to plant it, then hopefully."

"Yeah hope, funny little word with so much riding on it," I shrugged, "Lincoln, maybe all this is like chasing the white rabbit."

"No, there is going to be an end to this all," Lincoln brushed my hair behind my ear lightly, "I promise," Now leaning forward, I closed my eyes as his lips brushed over my own, his hand still in my hair as I kissed back.


I stood by the fence, while I waited; I kept trying to push all paranoid thoughts away. The fact I wasn't going to spend time and energy worrying over something so pointless.

Seeing Michael walk closer to the fence, I let out a quick sigh, "Hey," I whispered softly.

"Hey," I could see he didn't look that good, but he gave a small smile; I could only imagine how hard it was to even do that. "So what brings you here?"

"I know you've got a lot on your plate, with," I paused, "But I need to know," I paused for another second, "I need to know is there a chance that, well that," I brushed my hands through my hair quickly feeling the stress of it all, "Is there a chance that Sofia is working with them?"

Michael stood still for a few moments, "I don't think she's working for them," He inhaled, stepping a little closer, "But I need you to do something for me Lil," His voice calm. "I need you to get me a gun," His voice as calm as if he was simply asking me to get him something from the store.

"Why?" I asked stepping closer, but not too close, I felt my heart starting to race.

Michael kept his face calm, but I could tell there was a burning anger behind his baby blue eyes. "When I get out of here, I am going to kill that bitch who killed Sara." His eyes kept locked on mine, "I know I can trust you, will you do this for me?"

I swallowed a dry lump in my throat, "And what do I tell Lincoln?"

"You don't tell him anything," Michael's tone dry, I could tell he was still mad, so I didn't want to push it further.

"Okay I'll do it," I now glanced around, "But you have to make sure Lincoln doesn't push my out of the plan," I added.

"Well you do that favour for me, I'll do this one for you," Michael inhaled, "And Lily, look after yourself." He turned around heading back to the prison.

I let out a long breath, I knew I was going to have to be discreet, but I also knew Michael was dead serious about wanting to kill Gretchen and I wasn't going to stop him.