(A/N: please review!)

2006

Michael awoke feeling like his head had been fried, and his brain scrambled. Were was he? What happened? The last thing he remembered was saving Sara from prison. He was suppose to die. Was he already dead?
With much effort, he forced his eyes open. His eyelids had been so heavy, he had to have been anthisised. The light assaulted his eyeballs, blearing his vision and making him cry out in pain.
"So sleeping beauty's finally awake, huh?" A deep voice said. Michael strained to try find the speaker, and found himself looking at a dark figure.
"You know, after a surgery that brutal, the doctors were't sure you'd pull through. Especially since you thought it would be a good idea to electrocute yourself." The man said. "But I knew the great Michael Scofield wouldn't let something as simple as a brain tumour and 1000 volts of electricity stop him!" The voice continued, gleefully.
"Whats goin' on.. Were am I?" Michael asked, his voice was slurred- yes. He'd definitely been drugged. His eyes adjusted to the light, and he was able to make out the speaker- the guy was tall, well built and looked to be in his mid-thirties. He was conventionally handsome with thick blonde hair- but there was something about his expression- his grin was a little too wide, and his green eyes were a little too bright, that made him seem.. Unhinged.
The man pulled up a chair. "My names Abattoir. Robert Abattoir. It's so nice to finally meet you. You know I've been a fan of yours for quite some time. Since you broke out of Fox River, in fact."
Michael felt Robert grab his hand and shake it. "I don't care who you are, just tell me whats going on!"
Robert tightened his grip on Michael's hand until it was almost painful.
"Now I don't appreciate you being rude to me. You'll remember your manner's next time you speak to me." He said, his voice changing from friendly to cold in an instant. Michael winced and pulled his hand away, catching sight of the marks were Robert had dug his nails into him.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr Abbatiore. Now would you please be so kind to tell me what's going on?" Michael said through gritted teeth, his voice laced with sarcasm. Robert smiled.
"Now thats better." He said. "Long story short- I saved your life! Got you the surgery you needed. If it wasn't for my people taking over your medical care, you'd be long dead. You are, officially."
"Are you.. Company?" Michael asked, dread spiked through him. Kranz had been arrested, he thought that he was finally free! Robert shook his head.
"No- no, I was a part of it but you as good as destroyed that. But I'm starting something new. With your help, I can make something newer, better!" Robert said, grinning ear to ear like a mischievous child. "But I haven't decided on the name yet- The Cooperation, The Organisation, The business. Nothing sounds quite right."
"Do you really expect me to help you?" Michael asked, looking around the room for some way to escape. It was white, and plain except for the bed and hospital equipment. Based of the lack of windows and ventilation system, Michael concluded they were underground.
Robert laughed, and rolled his eyes. "No Michael, I spent thousands of dollars on a covert operation to save your life from the good of my heart!" He said. "You will work for me, or I will kill your brother, your Wife, and your unborn child."
Michael felt a surge of rage run through him at the threat on his family, and grabbed Robert by the tie, pulling him closer. "You dare hurt them!" He was suppose to be dead, yet here he was, still putting his family in danger, turning them into unknowing hostages.
Robert grabbed Michael's wrist, prying them away from his tie. He wrestled the younger man back down onto the bed, until their faces were inches apart.
"As fun as this is, maybe we should save this for when you've recovered from surgery." Abbatoire said. "I'm not like the company. I wont give you chances or change the stakes. You work for me, or they'll die. That is your ultimatum."
Michael fell back on the bed, defeated, his head spinning.
He was trapped. There had to be a way out. Somehow.
"So what exactly do you want me to do?"