Summary: Takes off where "Riots, Drills and the Devil: Part 2' left off, except T-Bag and the C.O. that he killed were never part of it.
Things were returning to normal three days after the riot that had turned the entire prison upside down. The governor had left as soon as he'd come, and the a/c had been fixed. Michael hadn't been to the infirmary yet, he wasn't even able to find out if Dr. Tancretti was still on staff, he was almost sure that the governor would have her removed. He couldn't deny it after what had happened, he felt something for her. Why else would he risk his life and his entire escape plan? And it was quite possibly more than 'like'. He had an earnest desire to help her out, and he didn't even want anything in return, that had to mean something right? He would find out today. Find out if she still worked at Fox River, find out if anything had changed between them if she did, wellthat one was an obvious answer. But they could become very bad, or very good, depending on how she felt about him.
He sat in his cell, Sucre yammering on about what he was going to do when he got out, Michael tried to pay attention but he couldn't help thinking about her, and the escape from the infirmary. The place in Baha, he had brought it up to ease her mind, make her think about something pleasant, oh how he'd like to go there with her someday. They were going to be fleeing to Mexico in all likelihood anyway, or Canada, but probably Mexico; warm, breezy, depending on where you went it could be a real holiday. There was no way he'd ever take her there, no matter what he couldn't involve her anymore than she already was involved, it would be unfair.
He remembered looking down at her from the vent, and everything in his body sped up, his pulse, his eyes darting around, his heart racingit was terrible, and the way he lifted her up into the vent, he could have lifted her over his head, the adrenaline pumped so hard in his veins. Crawling around in the vents had been no picnic, but at least he knew she was safer then being in that infirmary or deathtrap as he now saw it.
He wondered in his head, how she felt about him after that. Was she grateful at least? He knew that she knew that he was risking his ass just a little bit to help her out, but what was that worth to her, coming from a prisoner. Gosh, she made him feel like he was a panhandler on the streets when compared to her sometimes.
A/N: Not sure where I can continue from here, I usually derive inspiration from the show but its taking a long break because of baseball (&#!) so, I may as wellwe'll see. Thank you for all the positive reviews!