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Fallen #39
Veronica and Nick had settled into the house, along side the rest of us. Veronica and I would be sharing my room. We decided that it would be better not to subject each other to any kind of craziness that would ensue with all the men upstairs. We had managed to talk the guys into bring down one of the extra beds from upstairs and putting it in my room replacing a large desk that I wasn't using in order to make way. They objected at first but I just had to send them on a little guilt trip and the next think I know the job is done. Cheap shot? Maybe, but hey it got the job done!
"Are you sure you have everything?" I asked looking over C-Notes few possessions that sat upon the kitchen table as he prepared to leave. "Yes." He replied with a sigh, hoping that I would have gathered that much information the first few times I asked him. "And are you sure you don't want me to take him? If you get caught… Well, I don't need to tell you what will happen if you get caught." I said to Nick, who insisted that he take C-Note to his awaiting plane. "Yes, I'm sure and we won't get caught. It's a forty minute drive there and back. Plus, there are like five houses between here and there." He answered.
C-Note said his good-byes to his fellow escapees, taking a few extra minutes with Scofield. I could only imagine that he was thanking him for all he had done, even if he had done it all only to save Lincolns life. C-Note wouldn't have had it any other way. "Take it easy, man." Lincoln said giving him a quick hug. "You know I will… Stay outta trouble yeah? All of ya." He replied. Everyone gave him the "Me trouble?" look along with some laughter. "Well, lets get you movin." I said grabbing the smaller of his bags off of the table and heading for the door after Nick. C-Note said one last good-bye to the group before following Nick and I outside.
I opened the back door of Nick's car and set the bag inside, leaving the door open so C-Note could do the same with his duffle bag. "Well," he said with a sigh "I've never been much for good-byes or thank yous so… Thanks for everything." "It was my pleasure. When you get to your hotel I want you to give me a call. Just so I know that the trip went as planned." I said with a smile. "Got it." He replied. For a moment we stood in silence and then he pulled me into a gentle hug. "Take care of yourself okay? Those yahoo's too! And take it easy on Mikey; he cares a lot about you ya know… Give it a chance." He whispered to me. I liked C-Note; I was really going to miss him. A few minutes later I stood in the driveway, the rest on the back porch, watching them drive away. This may sound silly, but I felt better when all of us were together. In the same vicinity at least. It was like if something went wrong I might be able to do something about it. As soon as Nick and C-Note drove away, whatever happened to Mr. Benjamin M. Franklin was entirely out of my hands.
The house was silent after they left. It was obvious that we all feared the worst, and wouldn't feel better until Nick returned to tell us that all our worry had been for nothing. I had spoken to Brandon's Uncle about getting Westmoreland to his daughter and about getting Sucre and Maricruz together somewhere that was not in the U.S. where they would be safe. I sat at a small card table in the basement/rec. room, writing some plans and thoughts down in my notebook as I munched on some ice. I was still considerably upset from my earlier conversation with Veronica and on top of that was the stress and worry of C-Note being gone. So needless to say I wasn't in the best of moods.
"They say that's bad for your teeth." Scofield said as he took a seat next to me. "You know what else they say?" I asked as I continued writing. "What?" he asked with a chuckle, expecting this to be our first civil conversation in years. "That armed robbery is bad for your rep." I replied venomously as I slammed my notebook shut and stood to leave the room. "Come on Cal, don't be like that." Veronica lectured from the couch, in hopes of keeping the peace. "You know what Veronica? You have no clue what this is about so how about you stay out of it?" I snapped. "No one knows what this is about Cali! I'm not so sure you even know!" Scofield said in a threatening tone as he stood. If looks could kill the world would have one less Michael Scofield. "No one knows what this is about? Bullshit! Do you think that I spent four years of my life ignoring who I was and where I came from for nothing?" I asked incredulously, completely aware that all eyes were now on me and I didn't give a damn! "The only person who ever had faith in me was sentenced to die for a crime he didn't commit. I lost my family, my friends, all because I wouldn't give up on a "killer"!" I exclaimed before turning an accusing finger to my sister. "It should have been you." I said darkly "You should have been the one to believe him! But all you could do was sit around and bitch about him being a "liar" and how I had no common sense if I couldn't see that! And then you" I said turning to Scofield. "You show up at my apartment completely plastered, saying that you couldn't move past Lincoln's conviction as long as I said that he was innocent. The last thing you said to me was "He's guilty as sin, Cali! Every time I hear you say he's not, it breaks my heart… Even you should be able to see what's right in front of you!" I said recounting the last conversation I had with anyone before I left Chicago, anger building up with every word I remembered. There was a silence that seemed to last forever. "Cali, I was drunk! I didn't know what I was saying! You know me well enough to have ignored what I was saying." Scofield said in an apologetic tone as he made his way toward me. "No, Michael" I said putting a hand up to stop him from coming any closer. "I knew you well enough to know that the things you say when you're drunk are the things you don't have the guts to say when you're sober." I finished in a creepily calm tone before making my way anywhere that wasn't where I currently was.