AN: If they all belonged to me, I probably would not be spending my time writing about them.
I'm so so so sorry for the long wait.
Thanks go out to all those who reviewed!
This chapter is largely a recap of " End of the tunnel" (ep13) but with Nyssa (and some LJ) added to the mix.
There is a lot happening in this chapters and its all in bits and pieces, hopefully its clear enough to comprehend.
Scary-Girly: Nyssa is 20, Michael from what I gathered is 27 and Linc in his early 30's. Unless I'm mistaken LJ is 15 (or 16) so Nyssa is 5 years and couple months older then he is. You were probably wondering about this "I was only fourteen when I found about Michael and Lincoln. You (LJ) were nine, …" Nyssa's mom died when she was 11, she didn't have or know of any other family so she spent 3 years at an orphanage. She was 14 when she found out about Michael and Lincoln. At the time LJ was nine. It took a while to work out all the paper work and shortly after she left Linc was caught and prosecuted. I don't know how the entire judiciary system works but I believe he at least had to be in jail for 5 years before Michael showed up.
Please R&R and as usual hope you enjoy!
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Michael's head was pounding. Lincoln was dragged of to the Shu, Abruzzi could be dead. His plan was fall apart on him . The entire damn house was about to collapse.
No, it can't.
Not after everything he sacrificed.
Not after involving others.
There has to be a way to get Lincoln out.
Michael looked up at the rest of the inmates that were in on the escape, and were now stating that they were leaving with or without Lincoln.
" Well you know what, you sons-of-bitches? I won't let you do it?" he said as he stalked of.
An hour later inside their cell Michael tries to take in what Sucre is telling him. He knew why Sucre was siding with the other, he understood him.
But I won't leave my bother behind. I didn't give up my freedom and life to abandon him now, Michael caught himself thinking.
He looks up at Sucre " You've got a razor on you?" he asks him.
In another part of the prison Lincoln was crouching in the dark.
He has lost.
Lost it all. Everything.
The damn plan was good for nothing, he thought. Michael's sacrifice. Lisa's death. LJ. LJ god what's going to happen to him? Veronica help and dedication, all for nothing.
Miles away at the hospital Veronica left to see Lincoln, against Nick's better judgment.
LJ stared at the paper in his hand.
He got up and walked in the direction of the pay phone.
After depositing coins in the phone and waiting for a dial tone he proceeds to dial a number.
The phone rung several time before a voice mail message come on.
LJ exhaled and started to speak.
"I don't know where you are but can, can you just tell him...that I love him." He stated and hung up the phone.
After leaving Lincoln, Veronica walks up to the reporter and proceeds to answer questions regarding Lincoln's case. Claiming that a source has the proof she needs to free Lincoln and drop the charges made against him.
Upon checking up on Hale and talking to his wife, Special Agent Paul Kellerman is hot on his tracks.
The little sissy developed a conscious, Kellerman thought as he made his way in the direction of where he suspects Hale and Veronica Donovan might be meeting.
Veronica hidden in the darkness was waiting for Hale,. He was late.
Couple minutes after eight she finally spotted him.
Minutes later Veronica learned from Hale that Terrance Steadman isn't dead, and Lincoln was hand picked to be the assassin. Hale shows her an envelope.
"Everyone that started this whole thing, from top to bottom." He sated.
He froze as he spotted a car pulling up. Quickly he slipped the envelope back in his jacket.
Its 8:17 and Lincoln swallows the little black pellet that was delivered in the rosary by Michael thought the priest.
He immediately starts to gag and regurgitate.
Lincoln is rushed into the infirmary.
Veronica is forced to hide behind a car as Special Agent Paul Kellerman exits from a car. After discovering Hale named him, Kellerman one handedly shoots Hale.
Veronica hiding behind a car is paralyzed with fear.
After braking one of the water pipes while on prison industries Sucre, C-Note, T-Bag, Westmoreland and Michel have barricaded themselves inside.
"9:00, Fish. Showtime." C-Note exclaimed.
Everyone else looks at Michael to make the first move.
Michael faces the inmates.
"See you on the other side," he stated as he proceeded to climb inside the hole followed by everyone else.
Lincoln is alone in the infirmary, Sara has just left.
Outside of Fox River two patrolling guards are called to attention by a car with two males inside. After exchanging comments the guards order Darius and the other male to leave.
After moments of hesitation Darius and his friend have no choice but to comply.
Michael and the rest of the P.I. crew made it to the maintenance closet under the infirmary.
Michael looks up and discovers a huge reinforcement pipe has been placed under the infirmary gate.
One floor above in the infirmary Lincoln can hear someone calling his name.
A couple of miles away Nyssa is driving, heading in the direction of Fox River. She has minutes to spare before she is supposed to pick up Michael and Lincoln. She pulls up to a curb two blocks away from the prison.
She opens her bag. There isn't much there. Her mobile, the paper work from the previous day she filed out in order to visit Michael. Her eyes land on a folder. She's been caring it around with her for the last two days, and hasn't even had the chance to read the context of it.
She takes out her mobile phone, shuts it of and takes out the SIM card. Michael told her to buy another SIM card and set up another account for her phone, preferably one that was prepaid. She had one official number that she used for everyday things, and another prepaid number for communicating with Michael and now with LJ. In case anything goes wrong it will take longer to track a prepaid number, Michael told her. She dropped the plastic chip card in her bag an pulled out another SIM card and places it in the phone. She turned the mobile phone on.
A message box appeared indicating she has a new voice mail. She waited for the message to come on and heard LJ's voice.
Michael hurled himself up and tries to brake the pipe of the wall with his bare hands. Someone hands Sucre a piece of long metal. Both Sucre and Michael try to pry the pipe loose, as the rest look on.
One floor above Lincoln picks up a mop and attacks the pipe from his end.
Back in the car Nyssa puts her mobile inside bag.
It won't be long now, she thinks to herself.
She hears a loud noise of an engine as a van with two males turns the street and disappear.
She puts the keys in the ignition and is just about to pull out when bright lights hit her rear view mirror. She turns around the see a blinding luminosity crash into her from behind.
The impact is instant as a car hits her from behind, forcing her body to hurl itself forward through the window, roll down and hit the pavement with impact.
She plummets to the ground.
Everything becomes still.
Silence all around her.
She feels blood trickling down her face , its progress as slow as thick oil.
She tried to move, she cant.
Everything becames jumbled.
She's unable to focus her thought.
Nyssa felt as if she swam in the darkness for a while, the pain spreading like a bruise all the way to her fingertips.
She heard footsteps pounding and the static noise of walkie-talkie.
Everything goes dark. She blanks out.
Michael and Sucre fell as the metal bar collapsed unto the ground causing a clank.
Michael is sweating profusely as he sits down. He runs his hands down his face and looks up at the others.
"It can't be done. It's too thick. I'm so sorry." He states as he is trying to fight back tears.
" We're not getting out of here." he states.
Outside in the hallway a guard hears something hit the floor, he turns around and walks in the direction of the noise.
T-Bag moves to the door and takes out a shank from his boot.
Holding it up he looks at Michael " Unfortunately, Pretty, that ain't an option"
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AN: Shank: homemade dagger: a makeshift dagger, for example, one made from a shard of glass, and especially one made by a prisoner (slang)