A/N: Thank you, Faithful Readers! :D Who knows, there might be another Season Two story…maybe!

Flight Two

"I wish I could make a deal with God, and get him to swap our places."

Running Up That Hill, Placebo.

His eyes were crazy, wild with excitement. "I knew it."

"Haywire," Michael stated, disbelief in his voice.

How had he found us? Had he followed us the entire way here, without us even knowing it? He was still in his asylum outfit, with some dirt marks here and there. I didn't know Haywire as well as Michael did, but I knew what Michael had done to get rid of him. Theodore had said he was as crazy as a bat out of Hell, and had used some Southern saying to describe him, but I couldn't remember it right now.

"As soon as I saw you go into the Psyche Ward, I knew it! Either I come with…"

The boys took a dangerous step forward. I vaguely realized I had some sheets in my hand, gripping it so tightly it hurt. The moment Haywire felt the threat, he raised the radio as a retaliation. It sure worked. We all froze. If he so much as clicked the button, we would be screwed. Surely Theodore would have a deep Southern saying for that.

He was threatening us, saying he'd call a correctional officer. I wondered if he really would do it. If he did, the guys would be so angry they'd rip his throat out. Or at least, the man closest to him would. That being good old T-Bag, always ready to rip out some vocal chords.

From behind me, I heard Lincoln say, "He's in."

"What?" John gasped. I spun around on my heels to look up at him, frowning. Haywire was nuts, with more than just a few screws lose, or so I'd been told. What if he messed this up for us? Haywire's eyes widened in excitement, like he couldn't believe his luck.

Lincoln was the first to go. I'll never forget the fear of watching him. Would he fall? The whole plan would've been pointless if he had. He tested it carefully before grabbing it with his arms. Sort of like a monkey, he wrapped his legs around the wire and pulled himself along.

"I was never really good at anything sporty in school," I sighed. "Gym was not my favourite class."

"You're the lightest here," Michael said. "You should be fine."

'Should' being the keyword.

"Okay, after Lincoln, we got alphabetically," Abruzzi said. Easy for him.

I'm Robins. I'd be a bit far down on the list.

"Whoa, whoa, hold on, Abruzzi," C-Note said.

"Do you want a seat on the plane?"

That shut us up. We thankfully had taken off the asylum clothes. They would be slung across our stomachs as we went. Lincoln kept going, and then Abruzzi followed. I was waiting by the window for my turn when I felt Michael's hands on my waist.

"Yo' man what you doin'? It's alphabetical," C-Note exclaimed.

"She goes next."

When I was on the ledge, I had second thoughts. He anticipated this, kissing me quickly as the others sighed with annoyance.

"Michael, I don't know, maybe I should go after them," I whispered, my throat drying with fear. He stared me right in the eyes, searching mine. Theodore hissed something about Michael being annoying or something, but I focused only on him.

"I promise you will be just fine Emilie, okay? Lincoln will grab you the moment you get to the other side. I love you, you'll make it."

That comforted me right up to the point where I was dangling upside down, my uniform on my stomach. He had made one good point a moment ago though. Being a woman had it's advantages, clearly. The line bended only by an inch, a lot less than it had with Linc and Abruzzi. I made the mistake of looking down. It felt like my whole world was collapsing in on itself. I hated heights.

True to Michael's words, Lincoln's hands clamped around my waist and pulled me down onto the wall. It was a dizzy moment as my head cleared and got used to being the right way round. We weren't out of the woods yet.

"Emilie, listen to me," Lincoln barked. I looked at him, almost forgetting completely about his presence. I had been thinking of Michael. Would he make it across that easily?

Gingerly, Lincoln helped me step over the barbed wire and I made my way down to Abruzzi using the sheets Lincoln had tied together. It felt a bit like Rapunzel there. Only I was an escaped convict and I wasn't about to find a happy-ending just yet.

"Good, Em," Abruzzi said as I got down.

"Oh thanks John, I was aiming to impress you there," I muttered sarcastically, looking up the wall. I could barely see the outline of Lincoln's body, waiting nervously for Michael. I worried about him and Tweener the most. Lincoln had made it, thank God. Michael's plan was going good so far. I didn't want to jinx it though. Sucre came next, wiping sweat from his brow.

Haywire came down, and he looked at me for a few minutes. I felt uneasy with him just staring at me. Poor Haywire. He looked a little lost, but his eyes were still crazy. When Tweener came out, that was only half my fears gone. Now I waited for Michael, holding my breath each time Lincoln turned or paused.

C-Note and Theodore came down, and still no Michael.

"Come on Michael," I whispered desperately. Of course he would have to make me wait and panic. Typical. Linc looked down from high up on the wall and nodded with a thumbs up at me. I assumed this meant Michael was on the wire. It made me relax only slightly.

"Come on Michael!" I heard Lincoln yell. He could make it.

Please, please God let him make it. I clasped my hands together to keep myself from tearing at my hair.

The adrenaline pumping through my veins was drowned out by the sound of the alarm. Shit. Crap. The lights blinded me and I raised my hands to block them a little. I wouldn't run if Michael was caught. It sounds stupid, but that's just betraying him. I couldn't ever do it.

"Michael!" I yelled.

Tweener pulled on my jumper. "Emilie, come on!"

I refused to move, staring up, waiting for Michael to appear. I could hear dogs barking. My heart was in my mouth, blood pumping so hard I could hear it in my ears. My throat was so dry it hurt to yell for Michael. They would see him. It would be impossible to miss him dangling on the wire.

"Michael, please!" I yelled again, as if that would do anything to help.

The thumping in my chest worsened when I heard Lincoln yell. I heard the cars and the sirens, finally tearing at my hair. The cap fell to the ground, the hair-band undoing itself and causing my hair to fall to my shoulders. I was breathing heavily, sweating from fear. We had to make it out of this.

What would I do without Michael Scofield?

There was a loud snapping sound, and then a yell. I gasped, putting a hand over my mouth. Had the wire broke? Slim. I realized this in one quick thought. He must've panicked, and climbed while Michael was on it. It was the only explanation, Michael wasn't heavy enough to break it by himself.

"No, no, no.." I whispered.

He was there! I could see him!

Michael was alive, climbing down with Lincoln. I could've screamed from happiness, but we had more important things to do. All I could do now was hug him and beg him to never, ever scare me like that again. Theodore made a gagging noise.

"Can we hurry it up here, lovebirds? 'Cause I swear if we get caught now, it's your ass I'll come after Emilie."

Oh Theodore and his silly threats. Michael made us hide and watch the guards, seeing the dogs. They were heading right towards us.

"They can't smell us," Michael said confidently.

When the dogs started barking, Abruzzi leaned forward, crushing my arm beneath him. "But they can see us!"

The guards were turning, pulling out flashlights. Michael grabbed my hand in record time, pulling us up. We got out before the light hit us, running. Literally running for our lives. I managed to keep up with some ease, but I would have to tire out sometime.

We reached what looked like a lake. It was too dark to see much though, and we crunched over some twigs and leaves. Pushing against one another, we squinted in the dark to find a van Abruzzi was supposed to have waiting for us.

"Ye of little Faith," Abruzzi smirked. "C'mon, go!"

We ran again. The muscles in my legs felt like they could snap at any second. Adrenaline could only help so much before everything caught up with you. It was really there! Lincoln got into the driver's seat. Michael smashed the lights of the van before getting in. I sat squashed beside him. On his other side sat T-Bag, a slick grin on his face.

Haywire was beside Lincoln.

"John, where are the guys?" Linc asked. "Keys, where are they?"

"I told you in the garbage can in a plastic bag."

"What are you waiting for?" Lincoln asked Haywire. Haywire, the poor guy, didn't see the trick. He ran out, searching the bins desperately. Guilt hit me like a train. Leaving him behind like this.

Sucre took Haywire's seat. We drove off quickly, bumping in the seats. Haywire looked up, and even in the darkness I could see his shocked face as realization hit him. I leaned my head against the van door, sighing quietly. Michael still held my hand, breathing heavily and leaning forward in his seat.

"John you know I gotta ask you why you were so intent on Lincoln driving here and you taking that particular seat?"

I lifted my head, glancing wearily at Theodore as he glanced back at Abruzzi. Michael jumped suddenly as something clicked. His hand tightened around mine. Theodore had cuffed himself to Michael! John had a gun, which I hadn't even seen until it glistened in the light.

"Think twice, Johnny-boy," Theodore started. "If you shoot me, Pretty here'll be dragging around 170 pounds of dead-weight, and considering how much you need him to get that little Fibonacci vendetta of yours, huh? So I just think you ain't gonna be pullin' that trigger."

I closed my eyes, wanting to slam my head against a wall for two hours.

"T-Bag, you're insane," I hissed.

"Oh Beautiful, you don't know the half of what I'm prepared to do."

That was true. I had no idea. He was cunning, that's for sure. Michael looked at me, and I leaned my head against his shoulder, looking up at the ceiling. The smell of sweat was overpowering in the van, bumping along the road until we reached a smoother road.

Theodore chuckled beside us, rattling the cuffs. Michael's attention was diverted again. "You're gonna give me the keys, T-Bag."

Michael searched him, until Theodore revealed the keys in his mouth. He swallowed them! Oh God, he had actually done it. Michael was stuck with him. Abruzzi's eyes were hard and angry, and he still held a gun in his hand. Nothing he could do now. I was furious, clenching and unclenching my fists.

"Spit it out!" Michael and John chorused. They'd have to rip him open now. Part of me wished they would.

"Oops," T-Bag smiled innocently.

Michael put his head in his hands, breathing heavily. I hugged him slightly while glaring at T-Bag. He winked at me. I thumped his arm, having to bend over Mike to do so. My punch did nothing, because he just kept on grinning like a fool.

A wise fool though. He had been smart enough to know Abruzzi would try to kill him for slitting his throat. So much for turning over a new, non-violent leaf there John.

I looked around, counting us all up, realizing two more were missing bar Haywire.

"Where's Westmoreland and Slim?" I whispered to Michael.

He bent down as if trying to keep the conversation between us two. I don't see how that could have worked. We were squashed beside that idiot T-Bag, slyly grinning at Abruzzi who looked livid. T-Bag had caught him and it annoyed John to no end.

"Westmoreland…didn't make it," Michael whispered lowly. He must have been left in the infirmary. "He had a wound he didn't tell us about. He just couldn't make it, Em. And Sucre's cousin got caught as we got off the wall. I don't know what's going to happen to him."

Whoa. The other prisoners in Gen-Pop would murder him for sure.

Like petty children, T-Bag and Abruzzi fought. John threatened to cut him open to get the keys. A truly appealing image right now. Surprisingly, Michael was the one to yell at them. He never really raised his voice before, and it made all of us cons look up in shock.

"We can settle this in Mexico," he said.

"How far to the airstrip?"

"Five miles, maybe."

He was holding my hand so tightly it hurt, but I was gripping back even worse. We were scared, certain we'd see sirens and hear the police coming for us. Everything was depending on that plane. We had made it this far, we couldn't stop now. I glanced at Lincoln. He was gripping the wheels with a lot of force. His knuckles were white, and I couldn't even see his eyes in the darkness.

I had drifted in and out of the conversation. Sucre wanted to touch Maricruz's belly. If he has a girl, I want him to name it after me. After all, I deserve it. That baby would then have a fantastic life, simply because her name is Emilie. She could grow up and not be a convict. She could stay out of a jail and be a better version of me.

Oh God, being in the Psyche Ward really has made me crazy.

"We got trouble."

I looked up. "Oh no." We could see the flashing blue and red lights from here.

The cops were just up ahead. Only minutes away.