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Disclaimer: I do not own Prison Break but I do own Eve Summers and her story

Chapter Thirty-Seven
"...You're always there,
You're everywhere
But right now
I wish you were here,"
- Avril Lavigne "Wish You Were Here"

Michael was frustrated. During the night on one of his 'stroll under the prison' time, he was almost caught by some guards but luckily hid in time however, he received a burn to the shoulder and it wiped out the most important part of the map, the pipes to the infirmary. And to top it off, Eve was sent into the SHU for three days after that stint she pulled on Bellick. He tapped at the paper angrily with the pencil in his hand before throwing it away and giving up to his frustrations.

"Puh-Eye!" he hears Bellick calling out 'PI' through his broken nose and it gave him some satisfaction that his Eve had caused that but at the price of her in the SHU? It wasn't worth it to him.

Michael dropped into the line behind C-Note as PI members filed out slowly, one after another,

"So how about it Fish? When we rolling out?" C-Note asked

"One hiccup left, but I'm working on it," Michael explained, his nerves a little jittery.

"Yeah and what is that?"

"Our road map's a little incomplete at the moment,"

Back in the guards' break room; they worked at a slow pace, giving Michael time to redraw the plans. Sucre stood beside him trying to understand the map that Michael had drawn onto a piece of paper,

"I don't get it," he said shaking his head, "Why not just go down there again?"

"Cause, one, I don't have the guard's uniform anymore which means I can't get across the yard or pass the orderly and two, even if I did, it's a mess down there," Michael angrily tapped at the empty spot on the redrawn map hoping it would help him somehow remember that burnt part, "I need this. I need Eve," Sucre raised his brows in question, "She might have seen the map,"

"You think you can remember it without her?"

Michael looked up at Sucre angrily, "Not with you hounding me," Sucre looked away before he walked off leaving Michael to angrily stare at his paper.

Guard Patterson walked into the room, "Time to wrap it up," The inmates stared back at him confused but paused in their actions, "We're gonna have to start exterminating,"

"We're not done in here,"

"Well, you look done to me," he replied back.

C-Note chuckled, "Nah, CO, we still got the carpet to do man,"

"No, Bellick is going to bring professionals in to do that," Patterson replied, "wants the job done right,"

Charles looked around, "When's that gonna happen?"

"Tomorrow," the guard said before he left them alone again.

T-Bag throws his paint roller onto the table, "We got a real problem on our hands, don't we?" Michael frowned, "Rug monkeys gonna come in here, tear up that carpet and that hole's gonna be smiling up at them,"

All Michael could do was close his eyes as he leaned against the wall, he wished Eve was here. He really needed her. The obstacles just kept piling up in their way. He needed the way she always offered him support without question and the way she comforted him when he was in need.

"We'll have to fill it in," Michael said stopping T-Bag's rant.

"We just dug that bitch," C-Note complained.

"All we need is a piece of plywood," Michael listed as his brain worked twice as fast for the solution, "And a couple inches of that fast-setting concrete on top of it. The carpet guys will never know there's anything beneath it and the night we break out, we'll just smash through with a sledgehammer," he paused looking up at everyone's face for their reaction, "Well okay, let's get on it!" he checked the time on his wrist quickly, "We've only got a couple of hours to get this thing done,"

Michael sighed tiredly as the other inmates worked fast following his orders while Charles went out for his turn to take watch.

"How long does this stuff take to dry?" Sucre asked as he and C-Note started pouring out the cement.

"One, two hours,"

Charles threw the doors open, "Fire on the line," he called out in a panic.

Michael tensed, his hands rubbing against each other as the other quickly worked to cover the hole with the table. Bellick walked into the room just in time as they pretended to work, he came in whistling unsuccessfully with his broken nose.

"This place is sweet," he complimented taking a look around, "I heard we're getting satellite,"

T-Bag chuckled, "Yeah all the porn you can watch, boss,"

"Good good," Bellick agreed with a nod, "You know, you girls have done such a good job," he smirked, "I thought you could use an extra paif of hands on the crew, since Summers' in serving time in the SHU," Michael snapped his head up from his hands to look at Bellick, horror spreading through his body and trying not to show his fear and frustration to the other man.

Tweener stepped into the room, strolling in like he owned the place. Michael was stunned as he pushed himself away from the wall to get a closer look, hoping it was only his imagination playing on him.

"What's up?" Tweener asked.

Michael looked over at his side and frowned painfully seeing it was empty. Three days seemed like three years at this rate. He wasn't sure if he could take anymore problems if they were thrown his way again.

Michael watched as T-Bag leaned against the wall, air painting Tweener's body as he hummed trying to scare the boy and it seemed like it was working. C-Note smirked before looking down at his brush in disgust,

"Hey, man, look at my brush! It's all sticking together,"

"Somebody needs to go clean them out," Michael suggested looking at Tweener.

T-Bag swaggered up from behind Tweener, "According to rank, that would be you,"

Tweener looked around at the faces of the older inmates, "What do I gotta do?"

Michael clenched onto the clipboard in hand, "There's a hose out by the shed in the yard. You can use that,"

The inmates continued to pile on brushes and stick stuck with dried paint, "Clean those too," C-Note said dropping some sticks into the growing pile.

Tweener smirked at them, "A'ight! Sorry I busted up the party, yo," he said before walking out with the bucket in hand.

Michael nodded over at Charles to tell him he should continue his watch and Charles nodded back. The man walked out. "Let's get on it," he ordered as they moved everything away.

They worked fast and hard while T-Bag closed the hole with modified plywood, Michael looked over at C-Note, "How close are we?"

"Oh we're good to go, baby,"

"Got another badge!" Charles warned as he walked in.

"What is this? Happy hour?" he grunted as they had to cover the hole again. They grabbed paint rollers and brushes and pretended to paint the walls as the guard strolled in.

"Scofield! Pope wants to see you," the guard called out before looking around, "The rest of you round up, you're done in here,"

C-Note frowned, "Hey, CO Patterson said we had till the end of the day to finish up,"

"And I say you're done, there's a couple hours of work I want done in the yard before sundown," no one moved wondering what they should be doing, "Come on, lets move!"

Sucre walked over to Michael, "We're dead," he mumbled under his breath.

"We're not, I'll get it done," Michael assured the other man.

"it's gotta be done tonight,"

"I said I'll get it done," Michael said firmly hoping Sucre would just shut up and stop hounding him with questions and obvious statements. Couldn't his cellmate see he was already stressed enough?

"Scofield, Pope's waiting!"

How he wished Eve was here with him, she would have helped him.

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