Chapter 2 ( Old Memories)

Sara Tancredi watched Bridget as she did her work, but wondered what kind of a past did she have with Michael Scofield. Sara didn't want to pry, but curiousity was drilling at her brain.

Bridget came back with a list of supplies that needed to be ordered.

" Too may accidents," Bridget said, " These inmates can be brutal on one another."

" Thanks," Sara said, " For doing the inventory for me."

Bridget just shook her head, " It's part of the job and your the boss, Dr. Tancredi."

Sara smiled at her, " You can call me Sara," Sara said, " You don't have to be too professional."

" I respect my elders," Bridget said with a shy smile.

Sara then walked away and Bridget walked with her.

" Can I ask you something?" Sara asked.

" It depends," Bridget said, " On what it is."

Sara sighed, " What kind of history do you have with Michael?" she asked.

" Michael was like a big brother," Bridget said, " I moved here when I was nine. He used to call me Pippi Longstocking at times."

The two then went outside of the infirmary and towards one of the benches.

" So that's it?" Sara asked, " Nothing else?"

" There's plenty to say," Bridget said, " I have plenty of memories. Michael is five years older than me."

" I think he was happy to see you," Sara said.

Bridget then got up and looked around her. Bridget noticed inmates in the fields, some were working, others were just enjoying their rec time. Bridget wondered if Michael was out there somewhere. Bridget then shook her head.

" You okay?" Sara asked, " You look a little pale."

" I'm okay," Bridget said, " Just seeing Michael brings back a lot of memories, like one halloween I dressed up like a witch."

Bridget then sat down again, " He couldn't stop laughing at me and said nobody would believe I was a witch."

" Why?" Sara asked.

" Because he said I was too cute to be a witch," Bridget said, " I mean I was 12."

Meanwhile, Michael did notice that Bridget was talking to Sara. He didn't know what they were talking about, but then they got up and went back into the infirmary.

" What are you doing here, Bridget?" Michael asked himself, " I would of never pictured you working in a place like this."

Michael knew that when Bridget left that she would follow what she wanted to do. Bridget was the type to help people and not let anyone stop her. Michael leaned back against the fence and remembered the first day Bridget came, the nine year old red head with pigtails. She had the same long red hair, but no pigtails, which she grew out of the day she turned 13.

" Hey Fish," Surce said, " Something on your mind? Besides the escape plan?"

" The new nurse," Michael said.

" Is she as pretty as the doctor?" Surce asked.

" I already know her," Michael said, " Her name is Bridget. She's always been pretty cute, but too young. Five years too young."

" What about now?" Surce asked.

" Old memories of the past," Michael said.

Then the call came to go back inside. Michael just walked behind Surce slowly. Seeing Bridget brought back old memories a part of him forgot. When he got inside the cell, he just stared at the wall. Bridget asked him what he was doing in prison, he couldn't tell her because the truth would be hard to explain.

A/N Let me know what you think. I am not sure how to approach this story.