Just to let you know I will only updateing this fic on the weekends: Friday, Saturday and Sunday. And ocasionally Monday if I have a day off then Untill further notice.
Disclaimer: I don't own Prison Break
Sweat drips down my fore head as I continue to hit around the drain with a the sledge hammer. The concrete crumbles under the force of our anger filled swings. "The bulls find this stuff they'll know we're digging," I mention to Michael as I wipe the fallen pieces of hair out of my face.
"That's why we gotta get rid of it. One piece at a time," Michael says as lifts up the tarp. "Fill your pockets,"
In the yard I lean on the fence my sketchbook in one hand and I drop the fragments of concrete with the other. Once the fragments hit the ground I crush them in further with the heel of my boot. I reach into my pocket to pull out more fragments to find that I have crushed what I had. I go to flip open my sketchbook but my fingers suddenly feel as if they can not move - like they had frozen. The book falls open to it's centre pages where I have just started my latest sketch. I drop down to pick it up but my fingers wont grip the sides. I look down at my hands as a pair of rough - but warm, wrap around mine; warming them. I look up from my hands to see Michael. He gives me a slight smile before removing his hands from mine. I get up slowly from the ground and Michael picks up my sketch book. He begins to flip through the pages and he seems to be impressed. He flips into to a page then hands it to me. "It's identical - you got the tattoos on my arms right,"
I flip through the pages viewing the sketches that I have drawn over the last little while. Sketches of Michael, Lincoln, T-Bag and the rest of the PI crew.
"Attention in the yard. All prisoners maintain a fourty foot perimeter around gate A," The PA squeaks and T-Bag joins us by the fence smiling widely. "Freshmen,"
I watch through the fence as the new fish are lead into the tank. I watch as T-Bags eyes bug towards one of the fish. I look over at Michael who also looks worried.
Back in the break room Lincoln viciously bashes a sledge hammer into floor. "Hey, hey, hey, hey. Slow down. Slow down! Man, your brother's gonna give us away," Abruzzi growls and Sucre runs into the room panicked. "Bull's coming," We quickly roll the carpet back over the hole and place the table just in time. Patterson storms into the room and demands that we leave.
"What?" T-Bag says loudly.
"I said, everybody out. Now. Move it!" He demands again and we file out.
"Where are we going?" I question as I shuffle out side.
"Around there. Round the corner. And don't move a damn muscle till I come get you. Go!" He demands then heads back into the guard room. We walk to the end of the building and sit around it's corner.
"What the hell's going on?" Sucre asks.
"You gotta give us more of a warning next time," Michael says as he peers around the corner.
"I'm sorry. He just showed up," Sucre apologises and we sit and wait. I rest my head on Michaels shoulder as we sit with our backs against the wall. "How you doin' Babe?"
"Better - I think, haven't had any violent ergs. I think doing something I love to do distracts me from other things - makes me a better person. Thanks Michael."
"No problem Mona -"Michael goes to continue but Lincoln cuts him off. "The sneaky son of a bitch," I peer around the corner to see Officer Patterson and a woman fixing her skirt. "You think he found the hole?" Sucre asks and we all rush back to the room. Michael and I walk to the table and crouch down. "Another inch and he'd have found it. We need to find something to cover this hole. ASAP,"
We finish up in the break room and head back into the yard. I lean against one of the fences support polls, Michael leans slightly with his arm over my shoulder resting on the poll and looking down at me. I go to say something to Michael but I get distracted by T-Bag pestering the new fish. "Michael," I say then point over at T-Bag. We watch as T-Bag sits next to the fish and places his hand on the kids knee. The kid quickly jumps up. They exchange words and the kid storms off to head inside. Angry, Michael and I storm over to T-Bag. "Maybe you oughta leave that kid alone,"
"Maybe you are in no position to be telling me my business. Hm?" T-Bag growls and Michael and I don't say anything. "That's what I thought,"
I shake my head and storm inside. I walk down to my cell and lye down in my bed. The lights are shut off as I kick off my boots and put my hair down. I get under my blanket and curl up. I close my eyes - trying to block out the sounds of the other inmates but something catches my attention. I sit up and crawl over to the end of my bunk. T-Bags singing fills my ears. "Oh, Tweener...I'm coming. Oh, Tweener...oh, Tweener, I'm a-coming for you... I'm coming, coming…Is you ready? Are you ready? However you are, see, I'm here...I'm coming for you…" I look across cell block to see 'Tweener' Crying in his cell. Feeling sorry for him and angry at T-Bag I punch my pillow and force my self to sleep.
I am awaken abruptly by being shaken. I open my eyes quickly to see Abruzzi hovering over me. Startled I jump back slightly. "It's okay Princess. Time fer PI," I nod then pull on my boots.
As we walk into the break room I tie up my hair. I pick up the closest tool to me, I swing and hit T-Bag in the shins. He collapse on the floor and swears repeatedly.
"Mona!" Michael raises his voice in shock.
"What? I didn't kill him! It's a step down," I say sternly then get down to T-Bags level.. "This ends right now,"
"Oh, you just screwed some major league pooch, Pretty. I'm gonna sing like a whole tree full of birds now," T-Bag scowls. "Badge!"
"You wanna sing, then sing. But you know what I think? You don't have the balls. You want out of here just as much as the rest of us,"
The door opens and a CO comes in. "We got a problem here?"
I look at T-Bag and there is a short pause from him. "No. I, uh...I thought we was missing some tools here. My bad," The CO shakes his head then leaves.
"Now. You and the rest of us may be stuck together in this little dance, but Michael and I call the shots. First shot, that kid out there? You don't touch him. Ever. Do we understand each other?"
"We do," T-Bag says as we get up.
Suddenly Bellick enters looking angry. "Abruzzi!" He walks deeper into the room, getting dangerously close to the hole. "You and me, we're gonna have a conversation," Bellick walks practically over the hole but doesn't fall in. I look up at Michael as Bellick and Abruzzi leave the room.
"How come he didn't fall through?" Lincoln asks also confused. Michael bends down and pulls the carpet back, revealing the monthly awards plaque of C.O.'s photographs covering the hole. Michael looks up at Sucre, who winks at him.
We finish up in the Break room for the day and we head out into the yard where Sucre, Michael and I stand by the fence. We watch as T-Bag limps over the grass and stops in front of the bleachers where Tweener sits. Tweener says something and T-Bag glances over at me for a second then back at the kid. He soon carries on and the kid jumps up in triumph. I give off a slight smile knowing that he now feared me. Sucre holds out his fist and I bump it. "Good job Babe," Michael smiles as wraps on of his arms around my shoulders and pulls me close to him-like some sort of hug. I huge smile grows on my face as I lean my head onto his chest.