Sara was brought into a room with a gagger in her mouth and hands behind her back- she was also dressed.
She was thrown down next to Lucy, who looked like they gave her a few hard punches.
Lucy had her eyes closed and her head hung to the ground. Sara looked at her, wanting her to look at her, but didn't bother to make her look.
The General walked into the room, he was holding a gun, and a cell phone.
T-bag looked at Lucy- he had to admit. She was hot, but not so much with those bruises, but he wasn't complaining. He'd do to her what he did to Sara with no hesitation.
The General cleared his throat. Sara looked up at him, panic filling her eyes, and Lucy remained in the same posture.
The General cleared his throat once again. Lucy didn't respond. He looked at one of his agents, who decided to slam his steel toe boot straight into her knee cap.
She opened her eyes and they looked like they'd pop out of her head. She screamed loudly through her gagger - surprising she even could, and sucked in her breath. Her knee was throbbing with pain, worse than any kind of pain she's felt.
"Better." The General eyed the women. "You're probably wondering why out of everyone in the world, I've picked you two to kidnap." He paused. "I will tell you why. But I want your FULL attention. I will not hesitate to put pain upon you in the process if you don't give me your undivided attention." The General shot a look at Lucy.
"Now, anyways, the reason you women are here is because you know some top secret things that should of never been discovered. You see-" He looked at Sara. "You should still be a Prison Doctor, Michael Scofield should be mourning over his brothers death, Lincoln Burrows should be dead and Lucy-" He looked at Lucy. "Should still be focusing on the 'celebi taunts' that make our world interesting, while cuddling with Holt that following night."
He paused a moment for the women to take it in. "But instead you're both here. Sara probably feels disgusting from being raped and Lucy must feel weak from getting beat." He grinned, looking at them. "Anyways, you two women should of never been involved in any of this. So if you're blaming one of the other, it's both of your faults. Let me tell you why."
The women glared at him as he continued to talk. He began to circle them. "We'll start with Sara. The pretty prison doctor who had an eye out for the charming inmate. Got involved with Lincoln Burrows lawyers for his sake and gave the files to her father. Gets her father killed, and than you have Lucy. Lucy gets nosey on the 8 most wanted men and torments Sara until she talks. Sara talks, and Lucy publishes it. I mean Sara was already going to be killed for what she may or may not of known, but Lucy, you would be in your office demanding your people to do what you want them to do."
Sara thought of the key she found on her father. She of course, had no intention of telling them.
"You women got involved with dangerous people, and for that, you will face death. No one will ever know who killed you, trust me. After your body is lifeless, we take care of the rest."
Both Sara and Lucy looked at each other, than at the General. The General walked behind them and untied their gaggers, the guards taking them.
"Any questions, ladies?" The General asked calmly.
"I can say it was all a scam... I can say I wanted to sell more magazines." Lucy said, looking at the man. "No one has to know about this moment... We don't have to say a thing." Lucy had slight plead in her voice.
The General let out a small bitter chuckle. "Lucy, we aren't normal 'bad guys' we get things up and out of the way. And who ever is in the process, will die."
Lucy gulped.
"You're sick people!" Sara's voice was breaking. "You frame an innocent man for a crime he isn't capable of! An innocent man!"
"Oh but Sara, you never knew Lincoln Burrows before he was in prison. He did pretty bad things for and to people. He quit for his son, you know? And face it. You're glad he was framed, ADMIT IT. That way, you would of never met Michael."
Sara shook her head. "You don't get it. If I would've never met Michael my life would of continued to be as it is. I wouldn't of even thought of meeting him."
"But you're so in love the greed takes over your soul." The General looked at her. "I cam see it all over you, Sara. You want Michael. Hell, maybe you're even soul mates, who knows."
"And if we are? If we're soul mates and Lincoln would of never been framed, than we would of met some place else. That's how soul mating works." Sara spat.
The General held his gun to Sara. "Suppose destiny takes over and I'm suppose to pull this trigger. Time will pass and Michael won't think about you anymore. You won't matter to him because he'll have another woman to take care of and love. Suppose when he meets her, he'll be free. And it'll be like you never existed. You know Sara, I can do that, I can make it seem like you never even existed."
Tears where pouring down Sara's face. This man was right. Suppose she had died here and now. It wouldn't matter to anyone. Michael barely knew her. He barely got the chance to love her. He would find another girl and they'd be together, he'd forget about her. She only nodded and cried harder, wishing she could stop the tears from flowing. But she couldn't. She couldn't because she was madly in love with Michael Scofield, and the thought of him with another woman made her heart numb.
All she wanted to do was play hard to get. But playing that, turned out to a legit hard to get. She hoped it would be Michael who would find her and save her. She wanted to bury herself in him.
xx
Holt waited impatiently as Michael made a few phone calls. Michael had connections on people who could track a call. And if Michael could get a hold of any one of them, he'd have a chance on saving Sara.
"Well?" Holt snapped.
Michael kept his ear to his phone, while looking at Holt. Ignoring him, he hung up and called his brother.
"Mike, hey. How's it going?" Linc answered into the phone.
"Not good man. I think the Company has her.. they've also got Lucy Spiller."
Linc sighed into the phone. "I'm sorry to say man... but once those people have her, she's done. There is nothing you can do for her now Michael. I suggest you come with LJ and I."
Michael snapped. He couldn't believe his brother just said that. "What?! So you're telling me, after all I did to her I should just leave her?! Hell no Linc! If this was Veronica, you would want to save her-"
"Don't bring Veronica in this! I listened as she died, Michael! You can leave, I'm sorry, Sara's done, she has no chance, just like Veronica, she has no chance!"
"You know what!? It's like you don't even care that we ruined her life! She had everything she wanted and because of me I ruined it."
"Well I never asked you to come in Prison and break me out! I never asked you to! I could be dead now Michael! But you did it, and because of me you had to ruin Sara's life. Maybe you should of let me die!"
That hit Michael hard, his heart ached. "Linc.." He spoke softly into the phone. "I didn't mean it like that... You know I couldn't let you die."
"I'm sorry man..." Linc sighed and calmed down. "You need to know, you save Sara, you may die. You and Sara may die."
"Linc... I'm in love with her. I can't leave her. I want her with me... Look, I need you to do something for me.."
"What?" Linc asked.
"Call your best guy. Tell him I need a number to be tracked down. I'll text you the number. Tell him to get our lines ready. I'm going to call her again soon. Look man... T-bag raped her..."
"T-bag did what!?" Anger filled Linc's voice.
"T-bag raped her.." Michael gulped. "Linc I need you to do that for me... and tell him to call me when he gets a location.
"I will bro. If you really love this woman, I will do what I can to help you from a distance."
Michael felt tears swell up in his eyes. "And Linc- I am sorry about Veronica. She loved you man. She did."
"And I loved her." A tear slid down Lincs cheek. "I loved her so much. And you know what, you don't need to find out what it's like to lose someone like that. It takes over you, it eats at your conscience, so, I will help you because I don't want us to have all the same similarities. So, I will call you later and I will give you my word that my guy is on it."
"Thank you Linc." Michael sighed, his voice was breaking.
"You're welcome bro. Keep in touch."
"You know I will." Michael sighed and hung up.
"Well?" Holt asked again, but softer.
"My brother is getting someone to track the calls. Until then, we wait until my brother calls back and than I try Sara's phone, keep whoever is on for a minute and get the call tracked. And once we get it, we- we go to them."
"Why'd you stutter?"
Michael shook his head. "No reason."
Holt gave him a look. "You seem confident."
"Let's say I've saved people from death before, and I'm willing to do it again." Michael smirked a little.
Holt smirked back. He walked up and leaned up against the car next to Michael.
"So, T-bag?"
Michael tensed up when he said it. "He was the rapist. Theodore Bagwell."
"I heard of that creep." Holt shivered.
"He got a hold of my girl..." Michael looked down and kicked a rock.
"I'm sorry.." Holt said, truly.
"It's not your fault." Michael looked up at Holt. "I would give you news on Lucy, but I have nothing on her."
"I hope she's alive.." Holt's voice was unsteady.
"Just have a little faith." Michael said.
Holt looked at him.
xx
Sara and Lucy sat alone in the room as the men went out and talked.
"You think they're really going to kill us?" Lucy looked at Sara.
"I don't know.." She sniffed. "Most likely."
Lucy let out a frustrated sigh. "You break easily."
"What do you mean? I broke as soon as T-bag stuck his thing in me. You think I wanted that? He made me weak and at this point acting like a tough cookie will get you no where. So I suggest you cut the act." Sara snapped.
"It's no act, Sara. I don't break. I have no reason to. For some reason, I feel like I'm going to live. I feel like someone is going to save us."
"Yeah. I guess you just have a lot of faith." Sara looked down.
Lucy let out a bitter laugh. "Jeez. You just keep pushing it. Drop the little girl act Sara. It's obviously not working with these men."
"Neither is your tough girl act, so drop that to."
"Okay." Lucy rolled her eyes. "We're on the road to death and we're fighting. How about we just- start over."
"Before we do. I need you to know, you should of left it alone." Sara looked at Lucy. "You shouldn't be here."
"Neither should you." Lucy responded.
"Sadly, I have no choice. You did."
Lucy sighed. Sara was right.
"I guess everything had a dangerous side.."
"Look... if we can get through the vents, we'd be able to escape."
"You sure these people don't have camera's in the vents?"
Sara shrugged. "I'm willing to find out." She wiggled her wrist in the rope.
Lucy did the same. "We may not have enough time to do this, Sara."
"Ahh, tough girl act getting the best of you?" Sara smirked.
Lucy smirked back. "Whatever."
"I'm willing to take the risks, it's like if we stay here... we're signing our own death petition. So, why not attempt an escape?"
Lucy shrugged and continued wiggling her hands.
Sara got one hand out. And she loosened her other hand. She than looked at Lucy and untied her hands.
Both the girls got up and hid in the corner. Sara looked around for a weapon.
Lucy picked up the ropes and ran back to the corner.
The girls stretched both of the ropes out and waited for the men to come back into the room.
The General walked back in alone and before he knew it, his gun was on the floor, and a rope around his neck.
Lucy had the rope around his neck and Sara picked up the gun and made sure it was loaded and ready for use.
"Now ladies-" The General choked. "You do-dont have to do this."
"Yeah?" Lucy gripped the rope tighter , causing his skin to bleed a little.
Sara held the gun to his head. "You are going to walk us out of here, or I will kill you myself."
"You-you wouldn't hurt a fly." He coughed.
"Tell your men to come in here, unharmed. Tell them to leave their guns on the table. NOW." Sara demanded.
Lucy loosened the rope around his neck.
"Come in unarmed, I want to see no weapons! Leave them on the table." The General yelled loud enough for the men to hear but with a bit hesitation.
The men walked in, unharmed, and T-bag and gasped at the sight.
"Now all of you, on your knees and in that corner, NOW!" Sara yelled at them.
Lucy made Sara's point by choking the General. "Do-as- they want." He told them.
"Ah, come on Ms Pretty... if I didn't do good the first time you just need to tell me... I can plea-" T-bag began, Sara cut him off.
"SHUT UP!" She yelled. "The last thing I need is your remarks! After what you did to me I should kill you!"
"Sara, get on with your point." Lucy snapped.
Sara glared and looked at the General, she spoke loud enough for the others to hear. "Now you are going to come with us. And you are going to get us a car, and you're still coming with us. I don't trust you. I'll drop you off somewhere by a payphone. And if I feel your men are following, I'll shoot you straight in your temple." Sara didn't like threatening people with their lives, since she was a good person, but it was all she had so she went with it.
"Now, get a move on it." Lucy sneered. She pushed the General out the door.
The General led the women to a car.
"Lucy, take the gun, I'll drive." She handed Lucy the gun.
Lucy tied the mans hands and threw him in the back seat, and put him at gun point.
Sara started the car, and began to drive, looking around for somewhere to go. The area was so abandoned.
xx
Don sat in Lucy's chair and rocked back and forth, Brent and Willa where in front of her desk.
"So she went to meet Michael Scofield. Isn't he one of the most wanted men?" Willa asked.
"Yeah, she's probably lying dead somewhere in the desert or she's-" Brent stopped when he saw Don's expression.
"I-I don't know man." Don stuttered. "Lucy isn't like that, she wouldn't just disappear she'd find a way to tell us." Don freaked out.
"Okay? Um... we tried her cell, we sent people to her house, where was the meeting?" Willa asked.
"Classified." Brent said. "She must've trusted the man enough to meet him in an area she wouldn't list."
"I-I need to find her." With that, Don rushed out of the office and ran to his car. He called Holt.
"Holt?" Don said quickly.
"Where is.. where is Lucy?" Don looked around nervously.
"Man, she's been kidnapped." Holt freaked out. "By these people."
"Michael Scofield?" Don asked, a edgy tone to his voice.
"Nah, mans a good guy. He's helping me because they've got the woman he loves to."
"How can you trust him, he may be leading you off a off a cliff."
"Don Relax. He's only leading me closer to Lucy." Holt reassured.
"You gonna turn him in?" Don asked.
"Nah... Nah I don't think so. I think I'm going to let him go, with his girl. Man she was raped by That Bagwell guy... who knows what they did to Lucy."
Don started shaking. "I don't know man."
"I'll call you when I have Lucy." Holt said, hanging up.
xx
Michael stopped his car, and Holt stopped his.
Both men got out.
"You even know what you're doing?" Holt asked.
"I broke my brother out, and I got him free, of course I do." Michael looked at him.
"That guy- the one who was suppose to track calls, he call you?"
Michael nodded. "While we where in the car, but I can't get a hold of Sara."
Holt sighed in frustration. "Than how the hell we gonna find them?!"
"Relax. We WILL." Michael liked that he sounded more firm than he was feeling.
"You ever done this before? Chase down kidnapped people? Women at most."
"No. That's the fun part. And I know you'll have your girl in your arms by tonight. Trust my instincts. I understand if you don't-" Michael smirked. "I guess I am one of the bad guys."
Holt shook his head. "Nah. You went in prison to break your brother out."
Michael nodded. "Exactly."
"You got plans for the outside world? On the run?"
Michael nodded. "Trust me. It's like their tattooed to me."
Holt never saw Michael's tattoos because he had on a long sleeved shirt. So he gave him a look.
"Anyways, we need to drive to a gas station, I need to get gas." Michael said.
"You ain't scared anyone's going to recognize you?" Holt looked at him.
Michael put on a hat and glasses. "Not at all."
Holt laughed and got in the car. Michael got in his.
xx
Sara looked at the General. "You got a phone?"
He nodded. "Give it to me." She held out her hand.
She dialed T-bag and than handed it to the General. "Tell him, I need that number Michael called off of. And tell him if the number isn't correct, your brains will be all over the back window."
Lucy cocked the gun and pressed it to his cheek.
Sara took out a pen and a napkin.
T-bag answered. "General?"
"I need you to go into Sara's phone, and give me the correct digits of the number Michael Scofield called with."
"But General-" T-bag started.
"T-bag just do it so I can leave!" The General snapped.
T-bag gave the General the number, and The General read it out loud, while Sara wrote it down.
"Now hang up." Lucy sneered and grabbed the phone, hanging up. "Here, Sara."
Sara took the phone and dialed the number. Relived, as Michael indeed did answer.
"Hello?" Michael answered.
"Michael, it's Sara."
"Sara?! Are you okay?! Where are you?!"
"Relax, I'm free. The ware house was on Peter's Road, but it was down a long narrow dirt road. I'm by a gas station right now, and I see two black cars, where are you?"
"At that gas station you see." Michael got out of his car. "Lucy with you?"
"Yeah. And the man that was responsible for our kidnapping."
"Oh." Michael's voice angered.
"It's okay." Sara reassured as she pulled up. She got out and smiled, the wind blowing through her hair.
Michael ran to her and embraced her tightly. "I'm so sorry for everything, Sara." He stroked her hair. "I never met to hurt you." He buried his mouth in her hair, cradling her tightly in his arms.
Holt watched and walked over to the car. Lucy got out.
Holt expression changed as he saw her position. The way she had bruises on her body, the way she limped as she tried to walk.
He looked in the car. "He do this to you, Lucy?"
Lucy nodded.
Holt went and yanked the General out of the car. "YOU DID THIS TO HER? YOU SON OF A B!TCH! I SHOULD KILL YOU OLD MAN!" He slammed him down in the dirt and kicked him continuously.
"Holt!" Lucy pleaded.
Holt looked at her and his expression softened. He walked over and gently put his arms around her.
She buried herself in his arms despite her pain and for once, actually cried. He stroked her hair.
"I'm glad I found you.. even in a day." He kissed her head.
"It's-" The General coughed. "Just the beginning. You're in a real world of danger."
Michael tightened his grip on Sara. "What T-bag did to you... if I EVER see him... he'll pay. For everything."
Sara started crying a little, remembering how T-bag pressured himself into her.
"Come on, Sara." Michael led her to his car. "I'm going to get you cleaned up." He opened the door for her and she sat, Lucy and Holt walked over.
"Hey.. Lucy, I'm sorry... feel better." Michael sighed.
Lucy nodded. "No, I'm glad this happened. If not, she would be dead."
Holt grabbed her hand.
"What did I tell you man? Told you you'd have your girl." Michael smiled.
Holt looked in Michael's car, bringing Lucy closer. "And you've got yours."
Lucy limped over and hugged Sara. Sara hugged back.
"Thank you." Lucy whispered.
Sara nodded. "Take care, Lucy."
"You to." Lucy smiled, she limped over to Michael. "You better take care of her, or so help me-"
Michael smiled. "I will."
Lucy nodded. Holt helped her to the car and the drove off.
"Michael?"
Michael looked at Sara. "Yeah?"
"Smash his phone." Sara threw the General's phone on the ground.
Michael smirked and smashed it. "Ready?"
"This isn't over!" The General is.
"I think it is." Michael yelled back and got in the car.
He drove off.
"This isn't over..." the General said to himself. He crawled to the drivers seat of his car and started it. "You all won't be hiding for long."