Title: Mistakes Come In Threes

Summary: The boy's eyes narrowed and a flicker of disgust twisted his lips into a sneer. "I'm your son jackass."

Disclaimer: Pah I wish I owned Prison Break! 'Cept if I did, the show probably wouldn't do that well what with me not knowing much about television business and all :P

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T-Bag re-entered the guardroom, knowing that the work period was almost over and really there was little to no sense of him returning, but the Bulls didn't want him 'wandering'.

The iron door slammed shut and the silence thickened as T-Bag casually pretended to work. He could hear the others shifting, and slowly muttering, and the fact that they wanted to know who the visitor was and only he had the power to tell them made T-Bag grin.

"This all don't seem equitable like, me workin' an the rest of ya'll just kickin' it back." T-Bag said finally, turning around as a slow grin spread across his face.

"We're all just wonderin' who'd want to visit your sodomizing ass." Abruzzi said lazily, leaning casually against the dry wall.

"Oh is that so John?" T-Bag replied.

"Look, it isn't our business so just…" Michael trailed off lamely upon receiving the glares from five different cons. T-Bag gave a small laugh and shifted his weight, casually tossing the piece of sanding paper he had in his hand.

"Funny you should mention that Pretty. See my little visitor has a lot to do with all ya'lls business." T-Bag grinned again, loving the pissed off expressions that were growing ever more prominent on the other cons faces. They wanted to know badly before, now that they knew it had something to do with them, well it was driving them nuts!

"Gonna spew sometime soon Cletus or are we going to have to make you?" C-Note growled. T-Bag held up his hands then and laughed, there expressions would be even more priceless.

"Turns out the man you've all come to know and love – yours truly." T-Bag added, inclining his head dramatically. "Gots a little boy runnin' 'round Chicago and he's found out allllll sorts o' things." T-Bag grinned, recounting stories were the best when the listeners didn't know jack shit.

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"I'm your son jackass." The boy growled, a light pink decorating his tanned cheeks for a moment. T-Bag sat back and folded his arms across his chest letting out a low whistle. Now he knew why the boy looked so familiar. He was practically T-Bag's spitting image; same pointed nose, dark messy hair, thin lips and stocky build. Only thing different was the darker eye colour and tanned skin.

"Whats ya name?" T-Bag asked. The boy fidgeted again before leaning back in his chair and sighing softly.

"Damian." Damian replied. T-Bag nodded and Damian glanced over at the clock, his eyes widening as he seemed to realise the time. T-Bag glanced over to, visiting time was almost over. Damian leaned forward in his seat, ducking his head low and his eyes flitting cautiously around the room again.

"Listen," He all but whispered, motioning T-Bag to lean in to. "I know what you're plannin'." T-Bag's eyebrows shot up but he didn't say anything. "I can help, phone this number tomorrow mornin' at eleven. It's gotta be at eleven!" Damian stressed, his brown eyes wide as his tongue darted across his thin lips. "Numbers: 565-234-7877. Ya got that?" T-Bag rolled his eyes back, mentally storing the number.

"How do ya know?" T-Bag asked suspiciously. What if this kid, Damian wasn't actually who he said he was. What if he was someone just trying to get information off of T-Bag? But then again, why now? And why him?

"That don't matter right now. What matters is you makin' that call." Damian said with whispered earnest before leaning back as the guard called out that visiting time was over. He slowly got out of his chair and looked over at T-Bag, the ghost of a smile, his first since T-Bag had set eyes on him, flickered across his lips. "Don't disappoint me Teddy." He said before turning and walking away. T-Bag watched him go before the badge came and yanked him to his feet.

Who knew that Theodore Bagwell had a son, and this son…this son knew and wanted to help.

'How could he help?' The thought repeatedly occurred in T-Bag's mind as he was taken back to the guardroom. But he knew as soon as the number and tumbled from Damian's mouth, he would make the call.