Chapter 2

A week after the new female prisoners came to Fox River, tension on the inside didn't go away, but it was there wasn't as much. The men were happy that they could get some attention from the women, and not from each other as much. Maybe the arrival of these female inmates could make Fox River a little better. Only time would tell.

While in P.I., Michael, Sucre, Westmoreland, T-Bag, C-Note, and Lincoln, although done with the hole, they were trying to think of something else. Michael walked outside for a moment, and noticed Elise and a few other females, sitting on the bleachers. They all were chatting amongst themselves. He then noticed a few guys walk over to them, and one of the girls, by the name of Strawberry, got in there faces. The next thing he saw was the guys walk away, looking a bit scared.

"Hey!" He called to the guys. They looked at him. "I think we should call it a day. It's nearly five anyway."

The team agreed, and performed the daily ritual of covering the hole and making it look as though they were really working. Michael walked over to the group of girls. He saw that Elise was perched on the top bleacher, apparently, now, the leader of the group.

"What do you want, Peckerwood?" A female black prisoner asked Michael.

"Doxy, leave him alone. He's a friend of mine." Elise told her, receiving a surprised look. She walked down the bleachers and jumped on to the ground. "Hello, Michael Scofield."

"Hello, Elisabeth Webster." He looked at the women. "Is this your posse?"

"Why, yes. Michael, say hello to the "Circle of Trust." These girls are my best girlfriends."

"Why are they called that?" He looked confusingly at Elise, as she just smiled and turned to the girls, and then back to Michael.

"This group of women have been my friends from Chicago State to here, and I would never give them up for anything. But, you, Michael Scofield, were always the trustee of my secrets, and you always will be."

"As are you, Elise Webster."

Elise winked at Michael and smiled, which he returned.

As the inmates filed into General Pop., Michael could hear T-Bag talk to one of the Alliance members about one of the girls outside. He only had to hear a little bit of his conversation before realizing that the girl T-Bag was talking about was Elise. Rage filled him, but before he could do anything, someone grabbed his arm. It was Sucre.

"So, where did you go when we were done?"

Michael looked at Sucre, and breathed in deeply, still wanting to punch T-Bag.

"Fish?"

"Um…I went over to talk to Ellie."

"Who's Ellie?"

"Ellie is Elise's nickname that only I can use while in here. I always called her that and no one else is allowed to call her that."

"Call me what?" a voice came out from behind. Michael turned around and saw Elise walking towards him.

"Oh, I was just telling Sucre here about my nickname for you."

Elise looked at Sucre.

"Oh, Sucre this is Elise. Elise, this is Sucre." Elise smiled and shook hands with Sucre. Sucre winced a bit at how hard she held onto his hand.

"You got a good grip, there." Elise laughed, and was joined in by Michael. He then turned and looked at her.

"What are you doing here? I mean, in the A-Wing, of course."

"The women are allowed in General Pop. for awhile after P.I., just to hang out. I wanted to talk to you about…" Elise was caught off when T-Bag wandered over to her, Michael and Sucre.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here? A reversed Oreo? I see you've landed yourself a fresh one, Pretty. A pretty black whore who is here for your every whim." he laughed, as Michael went to lunge at him, but Elise held him back.

"My, my, Theodore. Didn't your father ever teach you manners? Or was he too busy drinking to even realize you were there? You know, C-Note was right…you do fit the trailer trifecta: racist, pedophile, and stupid."

"And what are you? A genius? Well, I guess you must… be to be able get yourself thrown in here."

"You know what? You're here all day and night, T-Bag. I'm in for a catnap. Anyway, no one would want to bail your ass out of here. Don't know who would want to, anyways. Wouldn't be your retard of mother, now would it?"

T-Bag raged at her and knocked her down. He went to punch her in the face, before receiving a kick in the groin. T-Bag doubled over in pain, and Elise got up. Before she could walk away, T-Bag grabbed her ankle, so she couldn't go any further. Since she was struggling to get out his grasp, Elise fell on the ground and was being dragged over to T-Bag. Elise hit T-Bag's hand with a makeshift shiv that she had hidden in her pocket, and got herself free. She dusted herself off, and went up to Michael.

"See? I can take care of myself." She laughed and walked off, past a few Aryan Brothers, who gazed at her, but didn't say anything.

Michael looked at T-Bag, who was still in pain and bleeding, and tried to hide it.

"I guess you've met your match, huh, T-Bag?"

T-Bag glared at him, clutching his bloody hand, and stalked off to his cell. Michael and Sucre laughed at him before retreating to their cell.

A few days passed by and the same thing would happen everyday. T-Bag and Elise would get into a fight, and both of them would have to go to the infirmary. Then, they would both come back to GenPop, all battered and bruised, but each of them sporting a smirk at the other's inconvenience.

One day, T-Bag and Elise came back to GenPop., after the thousandth time being in the infirmary, Michael stopped Elise before she could go to the Women's wing.

"You know what?"

"What?"

Michael stared at her, and gave her a devilish smile.

"You two are more alike than you know."

"Michael, are you out of your mind? I'm like Theodore Bagwell? Please. I am far from being like T-Bag, okay? He's a racist, and I'm not. He likes to start shit with people and I--"

"And you do, too, Ellie. Don't forget… you may not have started this war between you and him, but you are fighting it, which shows perseverance. T-Bag never backs down from a fight or anything, and neither do you. Am I right?"

Elise just looked at him, and, with her wings clipped, simply nodded.

"But, how am I so alike with someone who is a racist?"

"Your personalities are the same, Ellie. Your views may not be the same, but your personalities are completely the same."

"Well I wish they weren't."

"Hey, I've known you too long, Ellie. Don't get yourself hurt."

"I won't." She smiled at him.

Michael smiled and put his fist to her cheek, lightly pushing it, and then taking it away.

Elise breathed deeply and looked up at Michael.

"I better get to Sarah. That last cut T-Bag gave me is pretty deep and it bleeding like crazy."

"Alright. I'll see you later."

Elise nodded and walked off. She walked past T-Bag's cell, and looked inside of it. T-Bag was talking to his cronies about his and Elise's last fight. He caught her looking in, and smirked. She shook her head and headed down to the infirmary.

Once she walked in, she wasn't greeted by Sarah, but by Bellick.

"Well, hello there, Webster. Having Sarah check out your battle wounds?"

"Shove off, Bellick. No one wants to be near you, especially not me."

"Ooo, tough girl," he leaned in close to her, glaring "You may think that you're all tough, but you're nothing but a waste of flesh, you little whore."

Elise, glaring, just stared at him.

"Speaking of whores how did you like the club last night, Brad? I hear you are a regular there."

Bellick just glared at her, before hearing a voice from behind her.

"Captain Bellick?"

Bellick turned around to see Sarah behind him.

"Sorry about that, Dr. Tancredi."

Sarah simply gazed at him, and he left. Elise walked up to one of the beds and sat on it.

"He is such an asshole, Sarah. How can you stand him?"

"I tolerate him. Although, I do have to admit and agree with you, that he is very… irritating." After she had said that, Sarah had made a face that made Elise break into a fit of giggles. Sarah and Elise had gotten quite close in the past few weeks, just like Michael had.

As Sarah applied anti-bacterial ointment to Elise's cuts, they continued talking. They didn't talk about jail, but about girl stuff, their favorite things in life, and many other topics. Once Sarah was finished, Elise got up and walked to the door.

"I'll see you later, Sarah."

"I'll see you too, Elise."

Elise smiled and walked out of the infirmary. She was beginning to form yet another lasting friendship with someone who could really understand her… like Michael.

Later on that day, in the early evening, Elise went over to see Michael in his cell. She noticed that he wasn't there, but saw something very strange. The bolts of the sink in his cell were loose and the sink was tilting slightly. She took it as though someone might've broke it during a riot.

"What's the matter, Elise?"

Elise turned around and saw Sucre standing behind her.

"Uh… Nothing. I was just looking for Michael."

"Fish is doing something… important."

Elise looked at him, her eyes browed.

"Like what?"

"It's a secret…"

"What is the secret, Fernando?"

Before he could open his mouth, Michael walked into the cell and noticed Elise.

"Hey, Ellie. What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to talk to you."

Michael looked at her, and the word, "oh", came from his lips.

"You do know that your sink is broken, right?"

Michael's eyes widened. He looked to her and then the sink. Did she know?

"Um…yeah, I know. During a riot, someone came in and busted it."

"That's what I thought." Elise smiled.

"Well, Sucre told me that you were busy, so, I'll leave."

Elise walked past Michael and Sucre. Michael noticed that when Elise smiled, it wasn't a happy one. He knew that she wanted to talk to him, but he was so into the plan of breaking out that he had forgotten that she was even there.

"I forgot that she was my friend…"

"What was that, Fish?"

"I forgot that Elise was even my friend, because of this plan. I know that in order to save Lincoln, I'll have to be away from everyone, but… I can't leave her. She's like a sister to me. We've known each other for almost thirty years."

"But, Fish, you start talking to her… the plan might slip out of your mouth."

Michael looked at Sucre and knew he was right. But, he still wanted to talk to her. He needed to talk to her.

Meanwhile, LJ, Veronica Donovan, and Nick Savrinn, were now in an apartment building. They were unpacking all of there belongings. Suddenly, a knock came from the door.

Veronica, still afraid it was one of the feds, looked at Nick, and Nick looked back at her. LJ, got up from the couch and looked through the eyehole. He saw a girl about his age, with brown hair, brown eyes, fair skin, and was dressed like a skater. She looked worried.

LJ looked at Veronica.

"Who is it?"

"I don't know. It's a girl. But, I think I know who she is."

"Then, open the door."

LJ opened the door, and there stood the girl, soaked to the bones, since it was pouring outside. She looked at Veronica, Nick, Lj, and then back to Veronica.

"Are you Veronica Donovan?"

"Yes… how can we help you?"

"There is this guy named Kellerman that's after me."

Veronica looked stunned and looked at Nick. Nick looked at Veronica and then to the girl.

"Do you know why?"

"Yes. The government thinks that I know how to prove that Lincoln Burrows is guilty. I don't know why, but they do."

Veronica looked closely at the girl. Although she had fair skin, she looked like someone that she knew. Someone who she knew for awhile, too.

"Sweetheart, what is your name?"

"It's Olivia Webster."

Veronica gasped.

"I know you're mother. Her name is Elisabeth, right?"

"Yes…"

"Ok. We'll help you."

LJ looked at Veronica, with a bit of a look of disgust. Veronica looked back at him, with a stern look. LJ sighed and started to the room he was staying in.

"Olivia, you can stay in the room LJ is in."

LJ quickly turned around and gaped at Veronica.

"Her with me!"

Olivia looked at LJ and suddenly remembered who he was.

"Oh no way, Ms. Veronica, he hates me. I'll stay on the couch."

LJ glared at Olivia and received one from her.

"Fine."

It was not going to be a quiet night that night.