A/N: This is just a side story I'm doing, as I'm writing a bigger story based to T-bag's life, from childhood to Fox River, and what happened in his life to make him how he is.

Family Issues

Summary: T-bag has a teenage daughter who he doesn't even no exists until she pays him a visit in Fox River. Why did she wait until now to show up, and just what is she planning.

Chapter 1: Daddy dearest

P.I was on and Michael, Lincoln, John, Benjamin 'C-Note' and Theodore 'T-bag' were hammering away at the hole, all intending to have it finished by tomorrow, Fernando was outside, pretending to work but really keeping an eye out for any C.O. As Fernando looked around the corner he saw Bellick walking over, the usual scowl on his face. Fernando quickly retreated before Bellick spotted him and quickly went to tell the others that he was on his way over. As soon as they'd been told, C-Note and John put the carpet back down, Michael and Lincoln stationed the table over the hole, Fernando began pouring cement into the wall and T-bag grabbed a clipboard, pretending to be examining the length and thickness of a wall piece they were yet to put up. A few moments later the door swung open and Bellick came in, he glanced around the room, glaring at the inmates before his eyes rested on T-bag. "Bagwell, you have a visitor."

T-bag was surprised, who'd come visit him? But he quickly covered it up and grinned. "Ow, now, a visitor for me… makes you feel all…warm and fuzzy inside."

"I don't know who the hell has bothered to come see you, Bagwell." Bellick sneered, then grinned nastily. "I haven't seen them, maybe it's that retard mother of yours. Then again I bet even she is repulsed by you, I mean who could blame her." He lathed at T-bag before walking out the door, leaving it open for T-bag to follow. T-bag was breathing heavy, a murders look in his eyes as they followed Bellick's retreating form. He took a moment to compose himself and get his temper somewhat under control before following the Captain.

T-bag was to meet his visitor with glass between them. As soon as T-bag sat down he looked over his visitor, trying to remember them from somewhere. It was a young girl, she looked around 16-17, with long, dark hair, brown eyes and a slight tan. T-Bag grinned when he'd finished looking her over. "Now what's a pretty lil' thing like you doin' in this bid ol' place with a scoundrel like me?"

The girl looked him over, as though judging him. "I'm looking for my father." She said simply.

T-bag looked around sarcastically. "Well little girly I don't see him here." He looked back to the girl and leaned in slightly. "Why you here girly, I ain't running round looking for your daddy."

"You don't have to." The girl said coolly, looking straight in his eye. "He's already here. Sat right in front of me."

T-bag stared at her, momentarily dumbfounded. But he quickly got over it and sneered. "Don't know what you're talking about girly; I ain't got no kid's"

"Annabelle Lilman, you met her almost 18 years ago, you spent a few nights with her, then left. She's my mother."

Annabelle, how could he forget her, the only person he ever gave his heart to, and she took it, she took it and tore it apart. He'd always planned to go back for revenge, to slit her throat and watch her bleeding on the ground, salty tears running down her pale cheeks, make her feel what he felt. But he could never do it, he could kidnap, rape and kill children, but not her. He did go back. He found her in the arms of another man. He hated her with a passion, his deepest wish was to watch her bleed, but he couldn't, so he killed him instead, the man she'd left him for. And now that women's daughter was sat before him.

"What's your name girly." It was more of a demand than a question.

"Chloe." She said, still staring into his brown eyes that she shared, she seemed distant, not a trusting person, but then again who could trust Theodore Bagwell.

T-bag glared at her. "What do you want girly?"

"My mother was killed 2 days ago."

"So, what am I meant to do about that? Encase you didn't notice girly I'm looked up, for the rest of my natural life." T-bag said with a seer. He was shocked to learn that Annabelle was dead, he was sad yet at the same time greatly relieved and happy, now he didn't have to concentrate his hate on her.

"No your not, you'll be out soon."

"What!" T-bag snapped. "What do you mean 'I'll be out soon'?" Could she no about the escape? No that was impossible, so what was she talking about? Was she gonna go to court or something.

Chloe didn't replay; she just stood and left without another word.