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Chapter Nine – Help

Seth was slowly opening up to me. He refused to tell me why he was in here, or why he had joined Theodore. Theodore himself was keeping tight-lipped, always near Seth whenever I spoke to him. Like now, as we sat on the chairs over a game of chess. I had no idea how to play, and was mindlessly moving the pawns around to his amusement.

He suddenly went quiet, his eyes roaming around the yard. His gaze settled on Theodore, who made a motion of slitting his own throat towards Seth as a warning not to talk about anything too serious with me. He turned back and nervously moved the pawn with a horse for a head. I knocked it over and turned the game into Star Wars, using a light saber and claiming 'Luke, I am your father!'

Seth smiled, but his eyes were haunted with Theodore's threat. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair, looking around the yard myself. P.I was soon, I knew that. Michael and Lincoln were staring over at us, and I waved at them, smiling brightly. They did wave back, but they weren't as happy. This place was just full of depression, and it was starting to get to me.

"Emilie," Seth said suddenly. My head actually whipped around the sound of his nervous and sad voice. "Can you help me?"

"Help you?" I asked, unsure. "What, with chess? I'm shit at chess Seth, you could've guessed by how I used Star Wars to distract you. I don't even watch Star Wars. I suppose I should start."

"No," he said. "I mean, with T-Bag. Theodore, or whatever you call him..."

I shifted nervously. I'm so bad at serious conversations about Theodore, such as this. "Oh Seth…I'll always help to keep Theodore at bay-…"

He suddenly knocked over the chess set, ruining my Star Wars game, his face a light red. "But see you can't help Emilie! The minute the cell doors are closed, that's it. You can't help, you see."

I didn't have an answer. I felt a hand on my shoulder, pulling me away from Seth. I turned to face Michael.

"Come on Em. Time for P.I." He glanced at Seth, who had tears at the corner of his eyes. I had tears in mine too, and they escaped as Mike led me away. Theodore swooped and quickly joined Seth, probably asking him what I had said. He then followed after us quickly, desperate not to miss any time in P.I. But Seth was right. The moment the cell doors closed, I could do nothing.

I held Michael's hand. Tracing the lines on his, matching his with mine.

"Are you trying to read my palm?" he asked quietly beside me. We sat in the room where we were trying to get to the pipe, sitting on the ground and leaning against the wall.

"Mmm," I murmured, looking at him for a second. "I'm quite good at it, actually."

"Read mine then," he said.

I traced the lines, actually trying to remember which line meant what. Was it the long one for your life, or kids or something? Let's go with life. I smiled and told him he'd have a long life.

"Who'll be in it?" he chuckled.

"I will. And Linc. And LJ. Perhaps Seth," I said hopefully.

Michael sighed and put an arm around my shoulder. "Em, we can't take him with us. There's too many people as it is. We can never make it over with so many."

He was right, and we glanced around the room at each person. C-Note and Theodore were having yet another racial argument, and Linc stepped in to break it up. Abruzzi just carried on with Westmoreland. Tears stung at my eyes again, just thinking about when we left. How Bellick will enter Seth's cell and say, 'Your roomie T-Bag is gone there boy.' Seth will wonder who else went, and when he finds out I left him, he'll just be heartbroken.

"Emilie, listen, today in the showers Seth-…" Michael began.

"Bellick is coming!" Sucre said, bursting in. We got up and quickly hid the hole just before he entered.

"Okay ladies," Bellick barked, then glanced at me. "And Emilie," he chuckled smugly. "Clean up. Time to head back to your cells."

I got up, and Michael said he'd tell me later. It mustn't be so important. I hoped.

My maternal instinct was on overdrive as we walked back to our cells. We said goodbye to Lincoln, but I wasn't allowed to hug him because they assumed I'd pop some drugs into his pockets or something horrible and criminal like that. Something a newly-convicted con would never dream of doing, surely.

Michael and Sucre walked in front of me, and Theodore slid up beside me, an evil grin on his face.

"You and Seth are getting quite friendly. He hasn't said uh," he began, wiping his nose with the back of his hand – he had a habit of doing that. He did it when he was lying sometimes too. "…said anything to you, has he now Lady?"

"Hm," I murmured softly, "only of your plans for world domination. But other than that, no. I can't say that he has Theodore."

"Why do you keep calling me Theodore? It's T-Bag, beautiful," he grinned. I rolled my eyes.

"Theodore makes you sound like a decent man. I gave you the benefit of the doubt, and you ruined that. So this is the closest thing to decent you can be, Theodore," I said, going all righteous and responsible. I laughed as he frowned a little, and slapped him gently on the side of his skull. I watched Michael and Sucre keep walking, and stopped. Theodore stopped to, and I gripped his shirt before pushing him against the wall. He had this sick smirk on his grin. "You listen to me Theodore," I growled.

"I'm all ears Lady. Is this the part where you leave Pretty for me?"

"Don't be stupid. You better not hurt Seth, Theodore or I'll-…"

"You'll what? Get ole Pretty over there to beat me up? Maybe you'll get Abruzzi, you trust him right? Heck, you might as well throw Lincoln and Sucre in, get a whole party goin'! Though Westmoreland mightn't be gettin' an invitation, because he is of the elderly, and that would be ridiculous," he grinned. I let him go.

"Please, Theodore. I don't need them to beat you up. That will never work. Just stop making him feel so bad. Leave him go from that group of yours. For once in your life, do something right."

He scowled. "I ain't doin' nothing to the kid. He's just being dramatic."

I let my anger go and shoved Theodore, causing him to fall back against the wall. I turned and followed Michael and Sucre. The shove wasn't serious. I knew that because he got straight back up and followed me, laughing his head off.

"For such a pretty lady you gotta good push," he chuckled, slapping me on the back. It was his way of saying that he'll either get me back, or he'll forget about it.

I turned with a small smile noticing he was rubbing his elbow in something like pain, before turning back to see Sucre and Michael rooted to the spot. Their eyes were wide, and I turned to see what everyone was freaked out about. Did someone get into a fight again? Perhaps tried to start a riot?

But it was way worse than that. There, hanging by a noose made of sheets was my Seth. The kid I'd tried to help and failed. I actually screamed, and Michael held my hand. No one was helping to take him down, not until the guards were rushing forward and Tancredi was called. She passed me, putting a hand on my shoulder for a split second, but that did nothing to stop the one thing rushing through my mind.

I had failed Seth.