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Hope you like this chapter. It explains the connection between Sucre and Nyssa.
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Michael was leaning against the wall of the cell he shared with Fernando Sucre. Pondering what else needed to be done before he, Lincoln and the rest of the inmates could escape. Tomorrow before prison industries started he would have to finish by draining the water and thus the last piece of the jigsaw escape puzzle would be in place. By the time he made it back to them they should have broken though. Then in the late hours of the night the escape would be on.
Sucres mind was constantly flashing the images of a young blond for the last half an hour, ever since he picked up those god forsaken pictures.
Finally he spoke up.
" Fish that sister of yours, how come she's showing up now?" Sucre asked.
" Nyssa? She's been around for a…" Michael trailed off.
He didn't want to divulge how she was involved and what part she played in the escape. Or in any way shape or form disclose her past and escape plan that took two years to work out.
Sucre looked at him with a somewhat solemn look in his eyes.
" You got a picture of her or something, you know?" Sucre asked.
Michael looked at him intrigued.
He picked up one of the only three pictures he had, and handed one to him
" Why are you suddenly so interested in my family genealogy?" Michael asked.
Sucre held the picture in his hand afraid to look at it.
Por favor, don't let it be her, he caught himself thinking.
What was he doing to do if it was?
" Just wanted to see what all the hype was about," he answered trying to play of the situation.
Fernando stole a quick glance at the picture in his hand.
His worse fears were realized.
For a second he thought the ground beneath him disappeared and he was plummeting down some never-ending hole. He felt sick to his stomach, waves of images tumbling in his head. A sea of realization hit him like a ten bound brick.
It was the same picture, Michael with his arm wrapped around a blonde in graduation robes.
Those blue eyes.
The same blue eyes.
That blonde, those eyes.
It was her, no doubt about it.
She was the one that was in the liquor store when Sucre and his friends held it up.
Michaels and Lincolns sister.
He couldn't remember everything from that night, probably due to the liquor and adrenaline pumping in his system, but her face stood out. She was crouching in one of the corners of the store, as one of his friends threatened the owner of the store.
Sucre could now again see her in is mind, backing away to a corner as one of the guys that was there with him that night suddenly became very irritated by her. Who was it? Luis? Yeah, Luis definitely. She just stared at him, petrified with fear. Luis walked up to her, pushed her backwards and she collided with the wall. He recalled the terrified look in her eyes as he forced her against the wall slamming his fist inches away from her face, purposely hitting the wall. Whispering threats into her ear. Looking at her like he was more then willing to force her down and have his way with her.
Sucre remembered looking at her, in that corner and asking himself 'What the hell am I doing?'
He didn't bother to do anything to help her. Her eyes locked on him as Luis was whispering threats. She looked at him with pure terror. Her eyes screaming 'Please help me!'
She never left him mind. Nyssa Burrows was etched in Fernando Sucres consciousness like the tattoos on Scofields torso.
She constantly haunted his dreams for the last three years.
Why?
Because that blond, Michaels and Lincolns sister, Nyssa Burrows was a constant reminder of what he became. A human being who willingly turned around and left her at the mercy of Luis. Luis who bragged more then once about forcing himself on women, having his way with them. Of raping them.
Sadly for her she was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.
But none of that will matter, Sucre thought.
What was going to happen to him when Michael finds out? Lincoln will more then willingly be happy to turn him into a bloody pulp. What am I going to do?
Sucre already knew how protective Michael was of Lincoln and vice versa. The fact that Fish got himself thrown into prison spoke volumes in regards to what he was willing to do for his loved ones. The same degree of care, dedication, and love was probably extended towards his sister. Or even higher.
He collapsed on his top bunk bed.
Michael stared at him curiously for a moment, but went back to what he was going.
Sucre laid there on his bead trying to wrap his mind around the fact of what would happen to him and his chances of escaping if… no not if. When. When Scofield find out.
The next daysomewhere at the hospital LJ was sitting outside Nick's room counting down the hours. He couldn't take it anymore the constant waiting it was driving him insane. He got up from the chair he was sitting in. Made his way to the vending machine hoping to find something that would satisfy his hunger. His mind clouded with constant thoughts of dad and Michel, until he made sharp contact with someone.
She was knocked of her feet and stumbled a little. LJ stumbled also. Nyssa looked up at the person who had knocked her of her feet. She was meet with the last person she expected. She was staring down the eyes of Lincoln's son LJ. Before she had a chance to react she heard the screams of someone from behind.
" Miss Burrows you forgot your prescription?" A nurse said running up.
Without any hesitation the nurse handed Nyssa the piece of paper and disappeared.
LJ eyes widened with pure astonishment " Burrows?" he asked.
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AN: So here's all the info you need to understand how the bloody heck this is all possible. I'm not sure of Sucre's age but he and his buddies held up two liquor stores with an unloaded firearm (official) and Sucre got locked up. So (drum roll please ) Nyssa was seventeen at the time, yes seventeen and she was there in one of the stores that Sucre and the rest of his buddies held up. So do you like the twist? When Michael finds out, this could and most definitely may cause a rift between his relationship with Sucre.