I had just got back from the infirmary and was sitting on my bed staring into nothing, when I heard a slight bang from Michael and Sucre's cell.
It was slightly comforting knowing that I was getting out of here, and I felt much better knowing that Michael wanted to stay with me even after all this.
I just had to wait for Friday, and then this would all be over. Well until, the chasing stops, then it would all be over.
"Okay let's rotate" Abruzzi said, we were once again in the guards room. I was sandpapering down the walls.
"Sergeant Sodomy, your up next" T-Bag sighed but went grabbed a shovel.
"Come on" C-Note said, when T-Bag didn't help him up.
"I don't know about y'all but, uh" He pulled C-Note out by his arm. "This room is getting a little dark for me to dig"
I sighed "Stop being racist and get on with it"
"Are you telling me there's a hole in Fox River that you don't want to get into?" C-Note continued like I hadn't even spoken.
"Okay, that's the last time I try to help you out" I muttered under my breath.
T-Bag got right in C-Note's face, but Lincoln was quick to come in between the two. I grabbed a hold of T-Bag's shoulder while Lincoln held onto C-Note.
"Hey. No one gets hurt" I let go of T-Bag and he starts to dig, while C-Note started sandpapering the walls.
"Hey, you know, I got a question. How come Fusilli over there ain't handling a shovel?" Abruzzi looked up from his clipboard.
"I handle arrangements on the outside"
"Really. So what is that? Transport, paper, what?"
"Exactly, makes me manager"
"And that just makes us labour, right"
Abruzzi smirks "Mm hmm. Now your getting it"
C-Note moved closer "You know, management better keep a close eye on the conditions up in here, or the labours liable to go on strike. You feel me?"
"Get back to work" Sucre then came in.
"Whoa, whoa. C.O's coming. Hurry, you guys" I quickly helped T-Bag out of the hole, and got out of the way so that carpet could be put back in place. Then pretended like I was working, and knew what I was doing.
The C.O came in "Scofield. Move it. It's time for your conjugal" My eyes widened, and I watched Michael leave. I had no idea he had a wife, and now I feel like an idiot.
"Did you know he was married?" I asked Sucre.
"No" He looked troubled by this fact, I knew he had told Michael all about Maricruz.
I helped T-Bag back in the hole and got back to work, I felt a little bit used for some reason. Michael had a wife, and I couldn't help but feel disappointed. I can't believe he didn't tell me.
"Swing low, sweet chariot. Coming forth to carry me home. Swing low" T-Bag stopped singing as he looked up at C-Note "You know this one don't you? Swing low, sweet chariot. Coming forth to come carry me home" He looked at C-Note again "Come on, gimme something. I thought you were a musical people"
I could tell that C-Note was beginning to lose his temper.
"You know, your parents must have been so proud of you, man. I mean, hitting the trailer park trifecta. You're a racist, paedophile and stupid" I smirked.
T-Bag laughed and pulled himself to sit on the edge of the hole.
"You know it vexes me that I'm made out to be the only bad guy in this room. It's not like y'all were incarcerated for stealing girl scout cookies"
"None of us murdered any Girl Scouts in the process" Abruzzi butted in. Sucre came in.
"Michael's coming back from the boneyard" My blood ran cold, we wouldn't have enough time to put everything away, but just as we were about to try Sucre said "Alone, alone" I sighed in relief, and then felt my mixed feelings towards Michael being married.
Michael then came in and shut the door behind him.
"I tell you everything about me and Maricruz and you can't even tell me your married" Sucre said, Michael meet my eyes.
"Later" I nodded, I had a feeling that his marriage wasn't exactly out of love, and somehow that made me feel better.
"Rough day, huh Scofield. While the rest of us are in here slinging concrete, you got some little girl to play on your rusty trombone, huh?" I held in laughter.
"Man's got a point. It just don't seem equitable like, you know what I'm saying?" T-Bag joined.
"Shut up and dig T-Bag" I got the feeling that Lincoln didn't like T-Bag that much, although I could hardly blame him.
"I think what the idiots in here want to know is, while we're digging this hole, what are you doing?" Abruzzi asked, still holding on to his clipboard, I think he feels that the clipboard makes him in charge.
Michael looked round at us, as we all awaited an answer.
"I'm going shopping" Okay that wasn't exactly what I was expecting.
In the yard Michael explained to me about his marriage.
"I only married her so that she could get the green card, and then she owed me a favour. She brought me a card yesterday, so now we're even, and I probably won't ever see her again" I smiled at him.
"Okay, what I want to know is why you feel like you have to explain this to me. I have no control over what you do"
"I wanted to" Was all he said. Well that was good enough for me. At the moment.
Michael then went to talk to Westmorland, and I sat on the bleachers, feeling a lot better then I did a couple of hours ago. For some reason I really wanted to smile, but there was some random person looking at me and if I did they would think I've gone crazy.
"All prisoners, you've got fifteen minutes of walk time" was heard over the loudspeaker in cell-block later that day.
I was hanging out with Tweener in his cell, while he was making up a rap.
"Inside these walls I creep and I crawl, looking for a way out, but I know there's gonna be no easy route, this is gonna be a twelve round bout, with Bellick and T-Bag on my mind, this grind in here..." He trailed off and I stopped my writing down the lyrics for him to look up to see why he stopped.
Michael was leaning on the cell door, he smiled at me from where I sat on the top bunk but then turned his attention back to Tweener.
"You still interested in getting in on P.I?" Michael asked, I was wondering what he was doing, as I knew Tweener was not going to be on P.I any time soon.
"Does my momma got big breastices?" Why does he have to be so crude.
"I wouldn't know" Michael replied.
"Hell yeah she does, and hell yeah I do"
"All right, look. I need a favour. Word is you made your trade as a snatch and grab" I immediately checked my person for anything missing.
Tweener smirked at me "You know I would never take something of you" True. I practically raised this boy in here.
"That's right" He said to Michael.
"I need you to steal something back that was stolen from me"
"What kind of something are we talking about?"
"Just a watch" Tweener shook his head.
"Uh-huh. There ain't no such a thing as just a watch. Every design has a different clasp, every clasp has a different swipe"
"It's Italian. A Remedi. Gold band, pearl face, all weather"
"What year?" Tweener asked.
"2003"
"There's a butterfly clasp on that bitch"
"Which means what?"
"Hidden deployment, there ain't no way to snatch it without the mark feeling it" Michael looked disappointed until Tweener said "Which just means I'm gonna have to get whimsical on this ficky"
He held out a fist and Michael bumped it with his, and just because I felt like it I bumped mine as well.
"I get you this watch, that means I get in on some of that P.I?" Tweener asked.
"It means I'll think about it. No promises" But Tweener seemed happy enough.
"Why do you need this watch so bad anyway?" Michael looked at me before he said.
"Let's just say it means a lot to someone in my family" I knew then that watch was a part of our escape.
Tweener nodded as Michael walked away.
"Is he always that cryptic?" Tweener asked me.
"Pretty much" Tweener went back to rapping, while I wrote it down for him.
In the infirmary, Doc was just about to give me my shot when we heard shouting outside.
I stood to the side with Michael as we saw Tweener on a stretcher, vomit on his jumper, dribbling down from his chin.
"What happened?" The nurse asked.
"I don't know, the kid was in chow, all of a sudden he collapsed and started spitting up his food" The guard looked panicked.
"Looks like he's having some kind of seizure" Nurse said, as she lead them back into the room Michael and I had just vacated.
I couldn't hear anything else, as the door was shut. But Tweener had spotted us and winked. I looked to the C.O's wrist were a gold watch no longer was, and I smirked to myself.
Back in the break room the next day, Michael had told me that Westmorland had joined our team, which I was quite happy about. But he wasn't here today, had to be tested out for some stuff before he was allowed in.
T-Bag was once again being racist and I had enough.
"Look T-Bag, no one cares about you or your questions. So if you would do us all a favour just shut up and do what your supposed to be doing. Your lucky your even here in the first place and at the first chance we get, you are out of here. You know what I'm saying?" I got in his face. I could see everyone hiding a grin as T-Bag looked shocked.
I had a temper, obviously, it just took a lot to get me to lose control over it. Especially now that Michael hadn't been here for a couple of days.
After P.I had finished all I wanted to do was sleep, so that's exactly what I did.
Sucre was digging, when we all heard a clink.
"I hit it! I hit it!" I high-fived him from where I stood, with a smile on my face.
"All right, all right" Abruzzi said.
This was it, we were nearly there.
AN: For some reason this chapter took me a long time to write, but I hope you like it :)