Disclaimer: Now if I owned Prison Break you'd better believe there would not have been a long break in between season 1. Don't own, no profits made.
Author's Note: Like many people I cannot wait until the new episodes air so I just had to write a post "End of the Tunnel" fiction while I waited. Some of it might seem rushed but I don't have the time nor the skill to write a longer fiction in the short time left to get this fic going before the new eps air so…for new 'oc' needed characters I used the actors/actresses from the shows real last name to keep the oc's becoming my own.
Also a lot of things will happen 'off page' (like the film version of 'off camera') so please don't try to over analyze this and just enjoy. Thanks!
Harms Way
Chapter 1: Subsequent
Veronica knelt behind the car, shocked and even more she was terrified. The man that would help her was just shot practically right in front of her and now her own life was in jeopardy. She had been so close at obtaining the proof she needed to save Lincoln and now another person was killed to silence the conspiracy.
"Veronica, I know you're out there," Agent Kellerman taunted looking around, gun still in hand he started moving towards her. Silently she crept towards the hood of the car. She'd only have one chance at this so she had to make sure she took advantage of it.
Agent Kellerman crept from the street to the sidewalk where she had just been, crouched she moved alongside the car as he maneuvered throughout the parked cars trying to find her. She had made it done to the trunk of the second car when she heard Agent Kellerman dropped to his knees looking beneath the car. 'Now!' she thought desperately racing towards his still running car.
Opening the door she heard him get up and start towards her. Frantically, she shifted the gear into drive just as a bullet shot through the windshield. Ducking beneath the steering wheel she floored it in drive.
He watched on as his car accelerated towards him. Stopping in his tracks he was unable to jump out of the way of the oncoming car before he was hit. The impact threw him several feet. His gun flew from his grip, sliding beneath a parked car on the other side of the street. The sound of the car breaking and the smell of rubber echoed through the streets.
Laying on the cement he felt blood trickling from his lips and a few broken joints. On the verge of unconsciousness he could only watch with dimming vision as Veronica approached him, patting him down for the envelop he had just taken from his ex-partners pocket who lie dead not far from where he was. Unable to move, he simply watched as his helpless form lay near death.
Finding what she was looking for Veronica smiled. Looking him in the eye she gave him a victorious grin and waved the envelop in front of his face. "So close," she said simply and got up, heading back for his car.
He heard the car door slam shut and her drive away. As his began to fade it would be the last thing he'd hear.
Seeing the silhouette of the guard about to enter the room Michael quickly ushered everyone back down the floor in the maintenance room. He checked the door again, the guard merely stood there as if listening. That's when he saw him reach to his radio for backup. Gritting his teeth Michael tied to rope back onto the grate. As he slipped down the opening he took hold of a pipe with one hand while replacing the grate with the other. Once in place he grabbed the rope and began to descend when the sound of the guards entering stops him.
Freezing, his body grows cold in fear as he listens while they walk through the room, stopping in front of the grate. Slowly he looks up. Flashlight beams can be seen as they search the room for the target of the noise. He hears them continue to search through the room.
"Must have just fallen," one of them said.
After a long pause the other guard replied, "yeah, I guess so." The beams of the flashlights faded and he heard two pair of footsteps exit the room. The satisfying sound of the door closing, Michael turns down to look at the four waiting. Below him the convicts expressions appeared nervous while they wait for his update. Nodding to them he starts back up.
Replacing the rope back down he takes another look at the pipe. Looking passed the exterior metal to find its base. Reaching up he touches it. Closing his eyes for a moment he smiles. Once the four convicts were up he turns to look at them. "Anybody got a wrench?" he asked smiling.
Not quite sure what he meant they look from one to the other then back to Michael.
…….
Lincoln had heard the pipe drop and froze. Hoping that the guards up here didn't hear him. It was silent and he was about to return to the pipe when he heard footsteps. Quickly he replaced the mop and climbed back onto the bed.
To his surprise and delight Doctor Tancredi walked in. "Hello again," she greeted taking a seat next to where he lay. Lincoln looked at the grate out of the corner of his eye before fully turning his attention to the Doc. He had to get rid of her and quick.
"Hey Doc. You know I really appreciate your concern but you don't need to be wasting any of your time here with me. I'll be okay," he offered.
Smiling at his selflessness, despite his execution date that was less than 24 hours from now, she touched his hand. "Lincoln, you don't have to put on a face for me, but I appreciate it. It's hard to find any patients here that care," she said, giving him a reassuring smile.
"What about Michael?" he asked, knowing that there was some sort of spark between the two.
Recovering her hand she looked away, quickly changing the subject. "I just came in here to tell you that I was able to convince the Warden to let you stay the night in here since it's more comfortable and you'll have a guard come in and check on you every half hour or so," she said.
Smiling gratefully he nodded his thanks. "Thanks Doc. You don't know what that means."
"Yeah, well don't look too much into it," she said trying to lighten the mood.
She began to get up. "You taking off Doc?" he asked.
"Yep. Believe it or not I do leave this place," she replied, waiting for their goodbyes to be said.
"Well then good night. I hope to see you tomorrow," he said, offering her a soft smile.
"You can count on it," she said patting his hand one last time before turning to leave.
Before she opened the door Lincoln's voice called out to her. "For what it's worth, once you find the answers to Michael you won't have any more questions."
Looking at him she searched his eyes for the answer she needed. Upon finding it she smiled, turning she left.
Satisfied she was gone Lincoln got up and returned to the grate.
...…..
Below Michael and the other four convicts nearly had the bolts supporting the pipe off. It was only a matter of minutes before they had successfully taken the pipe off. Michael looked up and saw Lincoln.
Getting on his knees Lincoln reached down for Michael, helping his younger brother up. Sucre followed behind, then T-Bag, C-Note, and Westmoreland. "Let's get to work," Michael said.
Quickly they took apart the metal bars from the window. Michael watched the time as they began to climb across the yard and down the fence. Once they had all crossed they started for Fritz.
"Where are your boys, C-Note?" T-Bag asked accusingly.
"They should be here," he said looking up and down the street. To counter T-Bag's question the motor of a vehicle was heard not far ahead. "There," C-Note replied. The six raced to the Escalade just as the alarms at the prison sounded.
"Aw, looks like we're gonna miss the going away party," T-Bag said mockingly as he entered the vehicle.
The black Escalade drove off into the dark night leaving behind the chaos that had just erupted.
More to come…I'm almost done with this fiction so hopefully posting it will give a swift kick in the ass to get the rest done sooner. Let me know what ya think and for those of you who enjoy music vids I made a 'Prison Break' vid for all of you Michael Sara shippers…check out loveconquers website off my profile page. Go to the 'other fandom video clips' section and check out her vids too.