HI. It's been awhile but before you start reading I want to remind everyone that there is a poll on my profile page that concerns the Unbreakable series. (If I go into the third season it will not involve 'Unbreackable') but thats what I need you to decide: how far I should go in the series. Please vote , I will beg you :P I'm just kidding I wont.

~Millie

Disclaimer: I don't own Prison Break.

I back up slowly as I look from the shank in T-Bags hand to Michael. "Unless you're gonna use your shank to take out the pipe, put it away," Michael says coolly. I look around the room as I back up, away from T-Bag. "I'm gonna put it in your neck, you don't get us outta here," He threatens. "Remember, Pretty, I am serving life plus one. So if I get busted for attempted escape I'm gonna throw in a homicide, no problem. That's like a parking ticket to me!"

There is clanking above us that distracts the guys as I grab a large metal pipe and step towards T-Bag. "Dido," I scowl not being able to think of anything smart in this situation. T-Bag looks at me and begins to laugh. "Yeah I'm pretty sure we'll al be laughing when you die of blood force trauma," T-Bag and I circle the room waiting for the other to make the first move when C-Note hushes the room. We listen quietly and here someone approaching the door. Michael, Westmorland and I duck down behind some racking and the others find other places to hide. I peer around the rack to see a CO looking around confused. Michael pulls me back - close to him - as the CO walks deeper into the room. The CO pauses then leaves the room. Seconds pass and we all jump out from hiding.

"We gotta go. Now!" Westmorland says as he ties off the rope. One by one we begin to climb down, eventually it is just Michael and I just left in the room. "Michael - I'm so sorry -We gotta go, Michael," I say softly and he continues to stare at the pipe. "Michael" I say almost a whisper as I place my hand down on his tattoo covered forearm. "It's done,"

I leave him alone as I climb down the rope. I wait for him at the bottom as he makes his way down. We hurry through the pipes and catch up with the others. We reach the break room and everyone is out just as someone begins to bang angrily on the door. We just finish cover the hole with the boards, carpet and table when the door flies open. Bellick storms is looking extremely winded and angry. "Why was this door locked?"

"It wasn't locked, boss. The fan kept pushing it open so we decided to wedge it closed," T-Bag says defensively. There is a long silence as Bellick stares the six of us down: all of us sweaty and tired.

"You've been in here all night not doing a damn thing," He scowls. "Bunch of shiftless, no-good convicts. Wrap it up. And, all four of you, get your asses back to the block," He huffs then storms out. Another CO storms in and escorts us back to cell block where I meet my new cell mate Avocado.

When yard time comes in the morning I throw on as many layers possible grab my sketchbook and practically run out there. I run cautiously over to Sucre and Michael where I zone out about my horrible night. A jolt of fear runs quickly through my body as I hand is placed on my shoulder. "Mona are you were talking to you - are you okay?" Michael quickly comes into realization that something is wrong.

"Michael don't worry about me - just make sure we all get out of here," I sob as I rub my red eyes. Sucre walks away calmly leave Michael and I alone. Michael moves down a seat on the bleachers so he looks me in the face. "Mona - you can trust me you know that. What's wrong?"

"I don't wanna talk about it Michael," My voice cracks as I turn my head away. Michaels hand turns my face back towards him gentily and he wipes the tears from my face with his rough plumbs of his hands. "Mona - I can help you," He says softy ask his eyes seemed to stare right through mine and into my soul. "It's my new cellmate - Avocado," I say as I reveal the burns caused by the sheets that he used to bind my wrist together and to the bed frame. Michael looks at me horrified yet caringly. He places his hands on my shoulders. "I promised I'd get us out of here and I will,"

"You promised a lot of people, Pretty," T-Bag shows up and noses his way into the conversation. "You don't get a man's hopes up like that, and then just…"

"Back up, or I'll beat your skinny ass into the ground. And it wouldn't take much to do it," Sucre says as he rushes back over to us - he must have been watching from afar. Sucre and T-Bag glare at each other for a few moments and T-Bag turns to Michael. "You owe me a ticket outta here, Pretty. And I will collect,"

Yard time soon finishes and we are lead back into cell block for fifteen minutes of free walk. Join Michael and Sucre in their cell and lean against Michaels pillow as he and Sucre talk. "So once they do all the paperwork, your brother gets three more weeks,"

"Right,"

"So we got time - we can still get out," I say.

"Not a lot, but some. And we will," Michael assures me.

"Are we still going through the infirmary?" Sucre asks curiously.

"If I corrode that pipe again, they'll notice something's up," Michael sighs.

"You got another way?" Sucre asks.

"Right now I'm just worried about any of us getting through tonight,"