Title: Hot Tempered Is Only The Beginning
Rating: T
Summary: Pretending to be a boy is only the half of what Lara Haven aka Jack has to put up with.
Quick Note: I forgot to mention that Abruzzi hasn't been slashed or anything in my stories. At least if I write it, it hasn't happened yet lol. Reason being, that I didn't like that part because Abruzzi is way to cool to be cut. Which I sincerely hope he isn't lol.
ScaryGirly: Thanks very much! I'm glad you liked it:D
Mina-Nel: Ya, Lara will be interacting with the others very very soon. :D
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"You could have been killed! You could have been found out!" Dr. Tancredi said for what must have been the millionth time. She was rebandaging my arm, which had been fractured.
"You are very lucky Lara." Sara said more softly, causing me to turn and give her a sharp look, one that she easily returned. I heaved a sigh and stared at the ceiling, left hand lifted up to feel the raised bruise by my eye.
"I know." I liked Dr. Tancredi, despite the fact that I thought she might worry too much. She was nice and it was good to have some female company around.
"Come on your out tomorrow anyways." Sara said, helping me into a sitting position. I gave a groan and looked forlornly out the window.
"Another night!" It is rather ridiculous wanting to be free of the Sick Wing, what with being stuck in prison and all. But I couldn't help being restless, at least in my cell I could pace. Here I was stuck in a bed all day, having to settle with wiggling my fingers for the only form of entertainment and exercise. I don't like being settled in one place for to long.
Dr. Tancredi chuckled and helped me to my hospital bed, which was in a separate room from the other inmates. I'm sure they asked questions but there was nothing that could be done.
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I was let back into the yard and I couldn't help but grin and stretch my newly healed arm. It felt good to be outside again; weird that a little while ago I was so scared…now I was happy to catch some fresh air and a glimpse of the blue sky.
"Fresh outa the Sickie eh Scraps?" I turned as the now familiar accent was spoken.
"Scraps?" I asked with the beginnings of a wicked grin. "I like it better than Shortstuff."
T-Bag grinned in return and ruffled my hair with a hand that I quickly swiped away, grinning again but inside my stomach started dancin'. "Fresh out mind." I said half warning half joking.
We began to head over to the bleachers, as always but at that moment I ran a hand through my hair-an old habit- but white stuff suddenly floated out. Not very noticeable, except it was like very fine grains a kind of dusty chalk. I looked at my hand and then at T-Bag's, which was swinging idly by his pocket…the blue pocket that had a fine layer of dust surrounding it.
…What was going on?
The next day dawned bright and early, and that morning I walked into the yard with a plan. I knew T-Bag was on P.I. duty at the moment so I kept myself separate from the rest of the gang and lounged around the fence. I had a fair amount of time to wait, but I just went over what the substance could be.
I knew it wasn't any of my business, but I couldn't help being curious and hey, it helped pass the hours.
The shed door opened, it was burned down just before my arrival, and out stepped the P.I. inmates. I tried to make myself conspicuous, while stilling watching the seven. I had to admit, and I know this wasn't good for my cover, but that Michael Scofield…well let's just say I wouldn't mind sharing a cell with him!
No, enough of that. Must concentrate.
Sure enough the seven inmates were let back into the yard – with the exception of Lincoln - and they all quickly moved away from each other. I tried to keep my eyes on all of them, but it was to hard, however I did see something very interesting take place; all were set casually in different places, hands in pockets though occasionally a hand would come out and then the heel of their boots would conspicuously grind into the ground. As far as I could tell they must have been dropping something and then crushing it…but that didn't make any sense! They were working ON P.I. they should be rebuilding not tearing down…
There was a general shout from the guards, announcing that yard time was over. I glanced at the other prisoners who were beginning to amble over to the fence gate. Nervously I licked my lips before briskly setting off to the spot were Sucre had been leaning against the fence. I reached and bent down quickly, small fingers brushing through the grass. I stopped suddenly and picked up a very small chunk of cement, my green eyes staring from it to the shed…
"What the?"