First and foremost my sincerest apologies for the wait. I know it must have been frustrating but I have a really good excuse, I do really. I moved (You will accept that wont you?). It took a while to get the necessities hooked back up like phone and internet ( still not connected uploading this from school). But now I'm back. And in the spare time I had enough time to write up the next couple of chapters. I incorporated "The Rat" (episode 14) into this chapter. Some parts may differ from the original sequence of events. Originally it was two chap's but I figured I need to redeem myself for the long wait so I made them into one. Hope you like.
Please read and review but most of all I hope you enjoy!
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Michel Scofield was passing back and forth inside the small prison cell.
" What's the time?" Sucre asked again.
Michel looked back at the watch on his wrist that was synchronized to Lincoln's execution. It seamed like in the blink of an eye the hours melted away.
Lincoln was four hours away from his supposed execution. Michel was expecting that soon one of the guard would come and inform him that Lincoln's execution was pushed back.
Giving Michael one of two explanations.
Either his brother was being rushed to the infirmary at this hour after passing out. Due to swallowing the anesthetic. The same one that he has been caring around for the last couple of hours.
Or, the chair needed to be reconfigured after a rat was found in the fuse box. A rat that was intentionally place there by Michael. Giving him more time to find another way out. If this was the case, Michael knew that he would be forever in Westmoreland's dept for providing him with that piece of information.
He looked back at Sucre " Four hours."
One way or another Scofield knew that today was not doing to be the day he would let his brother down. Today was not the end. He still had more time to fix this wrong.
Michael had already let down one person.
But he never wanted to hurt her, that was the last thing he wanted. But he did. Right now she was probably hurting more then he could possibly envision.
Memories started visualizing themselves.
He could see it again.
That look in her eyes.
The hurt.
The pain.
Betrayal.
That's what stung Michael the most. The fact that she felt he betrayed her. Took advantage of her hopes, and the longing to have someone there who cared.
He couldn't let her believe that he didn't care.
He did.
That was what kept him from telling her the truth.
He cared enough to want to see her happy.
He cared enough to keep his mouth shut for the last six years.
Why?
He saw himself in her.
On some part she was like him, alone. He lost his father, mother and then Lincoln. In more ways then one he felt alone.
That was another reason why he was so hell bent on braking Lincoln out, he didn't want to feel alone, abandoned like before.
The reason why he didn't tell her the truth was because he wanted to hold on to her, just hold on.
His emotions and feeling were drowning him now.
Michael felt more guilty then anything. He couldn't imagine what she went through. It all made sense now looking back at it. Every piece of the puzzle fit together. He had seen the change in her in the last two years. He witnessed her become more and more insolated and cut of from the world around her.
Why hadn't he seen it?
Was he so preoccupied with Lincoln that he couldn't see what happening to her?
Michael cursed under his breath.
A mental picture was now visualizing in his subconscious.
If I ever get my hands on anyone who had anything to do with…he couldn't even finish the thought.
I'll kill them, I swear to God I will, he promised himself.
He never wanted to hurt her. He needed her to know that.
He didn't want her to slip away to that place.
That place he himself swam in after Lincoln was sentenced.
That lonely place.
To fall into that dark hole.
He didn't want her to lose herself.
He didn't want to lose her.
"Fish!" Sucre exclaimed as Michel snapped back to reality.
Bellick was standing in front of him, unlocking the bars.
"Time for your final visitation, Scofield" Bellick stated with a condescending smile on his face.
Sucre's eyes widened as all the color from Michael's face drained.
Bellick smiled cleverly "You look surprised." He stated swinging the gates open and stepping aside.
Lincoln Burrows was alone in the visitation room.
The minutes were ticking away.
He sat in silence dealing with the cards that faith dealt him.
There was no turning back.
Not now.
This was the end.
And he had accepted it.
He had insured it by destroying the anesthetic. Before being escorted to the visitation room he took the little baggie and pierced it with his teeth allowing the liquid to escape.
To many people had already sacrificed themselves for him.
It all needed to come to an end.
There was no legal way out of this. If he walked out of these walls he wanted to do so with his name cleared and not as a fugitive. He walked in as a man, and he would leave as one.
The silence of his thoughts was interrupted by the movment of the door knob.
The door swung open.
Lincoln stood up from the chair expecting to see Michael or Veronica.
But it wasn't either one of them.
He was looking into the eyes of Nyssa Burrows.
For a second he didn't know what to do, or say.
She was no longer the girl he once knew, now all grown up. Tall and slim, wearing jeans and a black shirt she stood infron of him. Those blue eyes visibly concerned.
She flung herself and embraced him ignoring the pain from her injured hand.
Special Agent Paul Kellerman was maneuvering his way among the streets. His mobile phone started ringing, he pressed the enter button and waited for the person on the other line to start speaking.
" We have a problem." The voice of a woman stated.
So now its we, Kellerman found himself thinking.
" What is it?" He asked in the most none invasive way he could.
" It Burrows." The woman stated.
" Which one?" Kellerman asked. " The kid or the father?" He added.
" Neither." The woman answered.
Kellerman was at a lost for words for a second.
" You overlooked someone."
" Who then?" Kellerman asked.
" Nyssa Burrows. Lincoln's sister." The woman answered.
Without any hesitation he stated the only logical thing he could think of.
" Burrow's doesn't have a sister."
The woman paused before answering louder and in a self assured way.
" I know that, but it seams she does not."
Here it comes, Kellerman thought.
"Make sure to take care of her. Sooner then later" Vice President Caroline Reynolds stated and then the line went dead.
It didn't matter who this woman was.
She was a now officially the dead walking.
Lincoln held Nyssa in an embrace.
" Are you alright?" She spoke up pulling away.
" Cosidering the circumstances," Lincoln answered.
He looked at her and noticed the bandages.
"You?" Lincoln asked her.
" I had my better days." She said motioning to the hand that was bandaged.
Lincoln looked at her, his guilt starting to eat away at him.
Michael should have told her the truth a long time ago he thought.
Nyssa noticed the change in his demeanor.
" I know that were not related." She spoke up.
" Michael told you." He stated
" No,"
" I have the documentation. I've been carrying them around with me for a while, didn't look into them until I ended up in the hospital." She said.
" I'm sorry it came out like this." Lincoln stated solemnly.
She looked into Lincoln's eyes.
Those deep blue eyes, the same eyes she once believe they shared.
" I am too." She stated.
Lincoln knew the woman standing in front of him didn't share any blood relation to him whatsoever, but the fact that she was here spoke volumes. Here in his hour of need. She made the choice to show up.
Michael stood in front of the door that lead to Lincoln.
He had no idea what was going on.
How had they managed to fix the chair so quickly?
What went wrong with the anesthetic that he gave to Lincoln?
"He's here to join the party." Bellick stated smugly looking at another guard who was stationed outside the visitation room.
Michael was about to question the comment when the door swung open.