Disclaimer: Prison Break doesn't belong to me but it is a lot of fun to take the characters out for a spin.
The days, moving slowly and cautiously west, quickly turn into two exhausting weeks of living on the run.
We should have been out of the country a long time ago.
But we're not.
We're nowhere near Mexico.
We started today sitting in the middle of Western Colorado basically spinning our wheels unable to move forward.
In the beginning we found ourselves stopped, lying low for days at a time when things got to hot to be on the move, but that's rarely the case anymore. Right now what grinds our progress to a halt most often is the fact that as the border draws near I've yet to find way to get LJ to Linc insuring he'll be willing to go when the time comes.
Behind the wheel, touring the back roads of the most remote part of the state known to man, my own physical and mental exhaustion wearing me down, I look over to find both of them have fallen asleep.
As the empty and open road winds down into what from all signs appears to be a low rent, working mans, sort of resort town; I make the decision for all of us to find a safe place we can stop, rest, and put our heads together and find a way to get his son.
Thoroughly tired of the lengthy trail of cheap, sleazy motels with far too much visibility and too little peace of mind, I veer off the main roads to a remote area dotted with tiny cabins and cottages in search of the best available spot I can find.
In the back of my mind I know I should wake them instead of making the decision unilaterally, but knowing that both of them, all of us really, are too weary to put up a fight I find the right place, break the window to gain entry, committing yet another crime, without saying a word.
The breaking of the glass effectively wakes both and while they take the time and energy to properly chastise me for the offense; the warm, clean, well secluded digs quickly smoothes the waves of dissent and we all settle in for a much needed rest.
Fighting sleep, basically doing it with one eye open at all times,
since the day I arrived at Fox River I was surprised to find myself
feeling comfortable enough to be drifting easily off to sleep for a change.
Hearing him snoring like a buzzsaw in the room next door with her warm body pressed against me in the dark I felt sure I was on the verge of the first decent night sleep I'd had in months until...
Lying in the dark with only the faintest bit of moonlight filtering through the shuttered window I can see her lying on her side, turned away from me with one hand tucked under the pillow and the other draped over her sleeping head making it perfectly clear that the hand I feel on my leg, slowly, purposefully, sliding upward can't possibly belong to either one of them.
The urge to leap off the bed is quickly overridden by the realization that the safety of Linc and Sara, left undisturbed by the intruder thus far, is all that matters.
Moving as little as possible, as not to disturb her, I reach down, grab firm hold of the hand which had been distracted with pushing the bedding aside and wandering up the inside of my right thigh, and jerk it hard forcing him to look up at me.
Hair wild, unkept, and his beard grown full, changes his appearance a bit; but even in the dim light, I can see that crooked smile and wag of the eyebrow, making the man I see kneeling next to the bed unmistakable as T- Bag.
Before I can move or say a word he looks at her, his eyes on the bare skin of her shoulder peeking out from under the blankets making me fear for her safety, puts a finger to his lips, and 'Sssssh's' me.
Letting go, shoving his hand away with all the force I can manage while not waking her, he stands slowly, an exaggerated pout on his face at being rebuffed, and nods in the direction of the door as he mouths the words, 'We need to talk.'
I lie there frozen for an instant.
Each time, afterward, we've dressed right away in case the need to move should suddenly arise, but tonight, feeling more comfortable and at ease than we'd ever been, neither of us bothered, leaving me with the unpleasent experience of climbing out of the bed, naked, in front of him, of all people.
I stand and as expected, with a disgusting smirk on his face, he takes the time to thoroughly look me over before stepping back, allowing me to grab my jeans from the floor, and heading toward the door.
Walking through the bedroom door, closed gently but tight behind, leaves us standing in the middle of the cramped living space of the cottage. The close quarters force me to control the rage I feel and speak in hushed tones for fear of waking either one of them. " What the fuck are you doing here?"
As I take my eyes off him, only a moment to slip into my pants, he flips on the lamp on an end table and starts in just like I knew he would. " Whoa! What's your hurry there Scofield. Lets us shine a little light on this here situation. See what's what if you know what I mean. "
Ignoring him I hoist the rough denim up over my bare hips.
" What are you doing here, T-Bag?"
He plops himself down on the sofa near the lamp watching me,
absent-mindedly licking his lips " This conversation would have been a lot
more pleasant without the jeans... Didn't think to grab a shirt? I guess,
at very least, we get to do this bare-chested."
Sickened by the way he looks at me I'm grateful to have his eyes off my body when he looks up, turning his attention to meeting my eye. "Sorry, I got a little distracted. You do have that effect on me. You want to know what I'm doing here?"
Not in the mood to play his games I nod my response and wait less than patiently for a response. " Doing? Well ... lets see ... most recently I was busy hiding in the closet, in there, thoroughly enjoying watching you do the Doc."
" Now that was something to see"
He bites at his lip and gives me a little fake shiver, for effect,
obviously pleased with himself. " Oh yessss! I knew you would be, but
seeing is believing, and ' pretty', you are something special!"
The way he looks at me shifting in his seat and grabbing at himself to adjust an obvious erection makes my stomach churn. " You know, as a rule, I'm a 'better to give than receive' sort of man but watching you fuck her I'm thinking sometimes greed is good and getting, where you're concerned, could be a mighty sweet thing."
He looks over at the closed door and then back to me. " Hostage my ass!
Doing what you did, breaking out, takes guts, no question, but snagging
yourself a little bedtime playmate on the way over the wall, now that,
was a bold move, my friend."
With that he gets up, crossing the distance between us, standing so close I can feel his hot breath against my neck, and start in tracing the lines on my chest with his finger. " I wonder what that big old powerful daddy of hers, out there searching for his poor 'abducted' little girl, would think if he knew she went willingly for the chance to wrap her legs around a dirty con like you?"
Repulsed by his touch I push his hand away only to have him make it clear I'll be taking whatever he's dishing out by opening his jacket just enough for me to see the gun tucked in the waist of his pants. " What kind of danger do you think he'd think she was in if he could see her lying in that bed, under you, squirming, whimpering, and begging for all you got?"
Knowing, he, and his gun, have me pinned he runs his finger along my jaw resting it under my chin, pushing upward, forcing me to look him in the face. "Something tells me he'd forget all about this nasty escape business and have you shot between the eyes just for laying a hand on his daughter."
Standing there face to face, the bastards hands on me, wondering but trying not to think about what he intends to do to me he grabs hold of my face and shoves me backward. " Wake up that brother of yours."
Confused as to why, but relieved to be away from him, I stand there watching
as he turns away, crosses to the kitchen, opens the fridge, pulls out a drink, popping
the cap and tossing it with a loud clang in the sink, as he speaks.
" You boys got yourselves a problem. Lucky for you, T Bag is here to help..."