Disclaimer:Prison Break, unfortunately, is not mine I just created this scene and wish I had the brains to think up the original concept. Anyway... Enjoy!

Chapter 2: Lies of a Fairy-tale

My name is Fernando Sucre, and I was a fugitive. Many years ago I was incarcerated in Fox River Penitentiary. While I was there I was approached by Michael Scofield, and it is because of this man, my friend, that I am free.

Slowly he widened the crack in the door, hoping that the brass hinges wouldn't creak at their sudden movement. When no offensive noise disturbed the quiet he was intruding on, he sidled inside and let the white door close behind him with a full click. Sucre gazed at the room before him, nothing was quiet like it. It wasn't a particularly big room, its furnishings were not expensive and at present all manner of objects were strewn across the rich blue carpet, yet it was who the room belonged to that truly held Sucre in wonder, every time he entered.

Finally his eyes adjusted to the dim light that penetrated the night through the two windows on either side of the room. Their dainty curtains masked the full glow of the moon, yet allowed enough for vision to be possible. With the moons help Sucre was able to make out the dark shapes upon the floor that made the room seem lived in. A slight smile played on his lips as he tried to assess the best way to reach his destination without setting off the innocent minefield of toys that were scattered upon the floor. Just in front of his right foot sat the ruins of a block castle that had been the home of many a dolls earlier today. The wooden blocks sat tumbled around each other; their previous structure destroyed by the plush Dragon that now sat smugly nestled among the building blocks of a once great kingdom.

Careful as not to stand on the mighty, sequined Dragon Sucre proceed further into the room. Navigating the middle of the minefield was easier than expected. He remembered the setup of the dolls tea party from his guest invitation at lunchtime. Five dolls sat in their finest outfits around a set of pink, plastic cups and saucers. With no supporting puppeteer they flopped forward lazily, a smile never leaving their faces.

Creeping further Sucre remembered each scene before him from today's playtime. The unfinished jigsaw, the baby doll under its knitted blanket, and the last of today's adventures, a small doctors surgery where Teddy Bear had been treated with a cloth bandage, for the head injury he had sustained after falling off the top shelf.

Tip toeing over the plastic stereoscope Sucre finally saw his prize for completing the minefield. There before him was a single bed covered in a pale pink flowery duvet, underneath which lay his beautiful daughter; Lilah Maria Sucre. The duvet was pulled up high to her face, her little hand cupping the corner of the cover, drawing it nearer to her. Her chocolate brown hair spread chaotically over the pillow that covered the rest of her face from her father's view. As always Sucre bent down and lightly brushed the hair off her face before kissing the top of her head goodnight and backing out of the room, allowing her to sleep peacefully.

Whilst making the final stretch over the fallen kingdom Sucre heard the rustle of a duvet and the sharp intake of breath.

"Daddy?!" Lilah's soft, innocent voice urgently broke the silence of the room.

At hearing his daughter speak after being under the pretence that she was asleep Sucre lost his concentration on the minefield, and painfully stood on the corner of a building block. He was only glad that his daughter's bedroom was not as deadly as the Scylla minefield that had previously nearly ended his life. Wincing he turned around to face his daughter. She was now sat up, her big brown eyes staring at him in fear. Her hair framed her face in a ruffled halo, obviously from a restlessly sleep.

"What's the matter baby?" Sucre asked, his Spanish accent becoming more apparent with his concern. He moved quickly back to his daughters side, her tired eyes held a hint of fear that called him to her, with a power only a daughter could have over her father. "Did I wake you up?"

Lilah watched as her Dad sat comfortingly next to her on the bed. The mattress bent slightly from his weight, her pink duvet cover creasing around him. She shook her head at his question.

"No." she sighed dejectedly "I had a nightmare." Her little face scrunched up as she remembered the horrible dream, her eyes shining with tears. Sucre reached out and pulled his daughter close to him, resting her little head on his chest.

He began to stroke Lilah's head reassuringly. "It's ok, Daddy's here." Sucre softly whispered into her ear, letting her stay close to him until she felt safe again.

Eventually Lilah pulled away, she re arranged herself into a comfy position in bed and let Sucre pull the cover up around her. When she was finally comfortable she reached out one of her small hands and pulled her Daddy's close to her. She felt safe with him there, she knew he would not let any of the dark monsters from her dreams hurt her.

"Daddy?" Lilah bent her head and concentrated on tracing her Dads hand with her finger, knowing that what she was about to ask was cheeky, considering she knew that she should really be asleep by now. "Please could you tell me a story?"

Sucre looked at his daughter's sad little face. It was late, and he knew that he and Maricruz would have trouble getting her to wake in the morning, yet her face begged him through the dark. Fernando scratched his head with his free hand and sighed. He wasn't very good at making up stories; he could read them from her favourite books, making Lilah laugh with the different voices he created for each character, yet come up with one himself? He contemplated about getting Maricruz to help him for she was the usual story teller, but Lilah held him fast with her gaze.

"What do you want the story to be about?" Sucre caved and happily watched as Lilah's face broke out in a wide smile at his acceptance. She quickly moved up to make room for him next to her, shifting up so he had some pillow to rest on too.

"Can it have a hero in it?" She offered him as a start-up. Fernando thought, all stories he read her had a hero in it. He thought briefly about using the story he had watched her create today as she had played with the building blocks and Dragon, yet she was too clever for him and would almost certainly remember it. He tried thinking of any stories he had heard as a child, yet came up short as his long past memories where still clouded over by the shocking images he had witnessed due to The Company. He shook himself out of his thoughts, not wanting to even think about that organization in front of his little girl.

The only hero he had ever known would hate him calling him one, yet it was all he had. He could feel Lilah's expectant gaze, the daughter who thought her Daddy could do everything. In his head he apologized to his hero and began formulating a child safe way to tell part of his hero's long and twisted story.

"Ok, I know a story." Lilah's smiled again and snuggled into her father's arms, intent on listening to the magic he was about to weave her.

"Once upon a time," Sucre began knowing that all of Lilah's favourite stories began with such a beginning, "There lived a man and he was the bravest man in the whole world," Sucre made a sweeping arm action to help her understand what he meant, "and the cleverest, but no one knew this." He paused for dramatic effect, giving himself time to think. Lilah looked up at him, her interest in the story already evident.

"He didn't shout about his talents, he just used them for good. He…"

"Did he save people?" Lilah questioned Sucre. "Did he help a Princess?" her voice lit up at the thought of the heroic man helping a beautiful Princess like all the ones she had read about.

Sucre laughed at his daughter's excitement, and tickled her under the chin, coaxing an angelic giggle out from her lips.

"Yes he did, but before that the hero had helped so many others, including helping six good men escape an awful prison, but unfortunately one truly evil man had to escape with them as well." Sucre heard Lilah gasp at the thought of an evil human escaping with her hero.

"Now, although the brave man was very clever he needed the help of the Princess of the prison to help him and the seven men escape."

"Did she help him?" Lilah yawned and Sucre knew that the story would have to end soon in order for his daughter to hear it all before sleep overcame her.

"Of course she did. And do you know why?" Sucre questioned her, hoping to keep her involved until the very end. Lilah shook her head, signalling for her father to carry on, "because the Princess and the brave man loved each other."

"Now, after the brave man had worked out how to escape, he asked the Princess to do one thing for him. Leave one door open," Sucre held up one finger into the air, "so he, his friends and sadly the evil man could escape." At the mention of the villain Lilah snuggled closer to her father, hoping the hero would make him vanish soon.

"On the night of the escape the seven men and the hero went up to the door, hoping that the Princess had left it unlocked. As they neared it the hero raced forward and turned the handle to find the door…" Lilah looked up at her father who teased her with his long pause, she squirmed impatiently before Sucre finally whispered "…open." Lilah let out a sigh of relief and urged her father to carry on the story. "Thanks to the kind Princess they could escape, and quickly they fled out of the door to freedom."

"But what about the evil man? Did he stop him Daddy?" Lilah asked, for no evil man had any place in her happy ending.

"Using his quick thinking the brave man managed to trick the villain into falling back into the clutches of the awful prison. A place the evil man deserved to belong." Sucre thought about T-Bag and smiled happily knowing he would never again escape Fox River.

"Good." Lilah yawned again and Sucre rested her head back onto the pillow, knowing that at any moment his daughter would fall into a dreamless sleep. "How did he do that Daddy?" she asked him, not satisfied with the ending he had given her.

"Now that, mi princesa, is another story." Sucre kissed the top of her head and pulled the duvet up around her. She frowned slightly and he saw the curiosity on her face grow. Hoping that she would fall asleep before she could ask more questions Sucre began to navigate his way back out of the minefield.

As he reached the white door of her bedroom she stopped him with a final question, "What was the hero's name Daddy?" he turned to face her one last time and smiled sadly.

"Michael." He said simply.

"Did Michael and the Princess live happily ever after?" Lilah looked at Sucre through her tired eyes, not wanting sleep to be the reason why she did not know the ending of this story.

He would tell his daughter yes, and let her believe that Michael and Sara had lived a happily ever after, knowing that only this ending would give his daughter a peaceful sleep. Yet Fernando Sucre knew that most stories did not end completely happily. He had lied; it hadn't ended as Lilah now believed, yet the rest was all true. Michael was the bravest and cleverest man he had ever known, his only true friend and the only real hero Sucre would ever know. And for the thousandth time Sucre wished that the true story had ended as happily as this fairy-tale.

That Michael Scofield could be a part of the happily ever after that he had written for everybody else.