Lincoln didn't understand, "Michael?" He looked from their father to his little brother, the look on his face, there was something drastically wrong.
"What's wrong, Papi?" Fernando asked.
Aldo went to step forward, but Olivia glanced to Lincoln, "Keep him away!" she snapped her attention back to Michael, her hands touching his face softly. "Michael..." her voice calming, "Michael, tell me, what is it?"
Michael's eyes going from Aldo's to Olivia's, "you remember," he inhaled, "When you stayed over, and I had that nightmare..." he kept breathing slowly, "The one, where, I," he kept trying to focus.
Olivia brushed her hands down his arms, "I remember, Michael, look at me," she snapped her fingers, "Focus on my voice, I am right here, he's there, Lincoln won't let him near you..."
"Olivia, the foster home, the room, the darkness, Olivia," he looked on the verge of a break down.
Olivia inhaled, exhaled feeling bad for Michael, "He," she turned around, "He did that too you!"
Lincoln felt very lost, Fernando felt like it wasn't his place to say anything, and he kind of stepped back to look off into the bare distance.
Lincoln opened his mouth, "Will someone please, tell me what's going on?" He looked between Olivia and Michael. He didn't like the look in Michael's eyes.
"Linc, when you was in Juvi the first time, they put me with this foster father," Michael started, he felt Olivia holding onto him, "Who punished me," he kept remembering it, he saw it in his mind like pressing play on a recording. "He locked me in the dark," he focused on Lincoln, "you leave someone in the dark long enough, their eyes adjust, and you see things clearer, and one thing is on your mind, how to escape..." he remember how he tried to get free, but before he could, the man stopped him, beating him within an inch of his life, he felt the tears falling down his cheek. Olivia kept looking to Michael, her head looking to Aldo.
"Did you do it?" her voice a dark hiss.
Aldo kept still, "I can explain..." he held his hands up, but he couldn't take it.
Lincoln looked mad, madder then most people had ever seen Lincoln before, turning to their father, he snapped at him. "You did that?" His loud voice made Fernando wince.
He felt horrible; he remembered his first six months in Juvenile hall.
"How could you do that to another human being, with your own hands..." Michael felt his hands holding onto Olivia, but her mind was going back to that night, the one where she slept over, studying for final exams, they were fourteen, Michael's nightmare, Michael telling the story he just told.
Olivia held a hand over her mouth, she turned to look at Aldo, "you, you murdered Michael's foster dad..." her eyes watching him. "You..."
"I did what I had to do to protect my son," Aldo pointed out.
Fernando felt like a soap opera was going on beside him, looking over the four other people.
Lincoln was freezing up again, looking from Michael to Aldo and back. "You... Did... " He stopped himself from talking.
"I did what I had to do, to protect Michael..." Aldo spoke, he kept watching his sons together, he couldn't take it, and he felt the weight of the world.
Michael waved his hands, "I've got a plane to catch..." he snapped before walking away, Olivia looking from Aldo to Lincoln finally trying to catch up with Michael.
"Michael wait!" Aldo called, "you have to listen to me, I need to tell you, I can make it up to you..."
Michael snapped turning around facing the man who was his father, but he didn't know him. "You could have come back at any time!" his voice rough.
"No I couldn't, there are people out there, they come at me, they come at my family."
Michael laughed, "Yeah, Lincoln told me, you worked for this company..." he felt sick, "That was worth abandoning your family for."
"Look I was an analysis, and there were people that wanted to know what I knew, and they would have come at me through you." he exhaled, "When I found out what they did, it's when I turned against them."
"He said he has something that can exonerate me, Michael." Lincoln sighed, watching his little brother, before stepping toward Olivia and Michael and less in the middle of Aldo and them two.
Olivia nodded, "Plus, it's got something to do with Sara the giant lesbo..."
"Sara isn't gay!" Michael snapped to Olivia, he was already in a bad mood.
Olivia stood still, "Yeah, well you wasn't there, when she was examining my lady fun zone, all licking her lips, and breathing all heavy, and..." she drifted off.
Aldo glanced from Olivia's face to Michael's, He went into a long a meaningful speech about the recording of phone call, how the tape went missing, and how Frank Tancredi was the last to be seen with it.
"So, we find Sara... She'd know... Sara, Michael." Lincoln felt the need to remind him it was Sara.
He wasn't sure about what Sara meant to Michael, only she must've been something important if Michael was snapping at Olivia about her Sexuality.
Olivia snapped back to reality, "sorry," she glanced to Lincoln, "I went to a very weird place," her eyes looking up, "I can see Nikole..."
Michael's eyes wide seeing Alex Mahone, "Oh shit!" he heard the sound of gun firing.
Olivia's eyes going wide, "Great, one doctor trying to fuck me, the other is trying to kill me!" she sighed, "If it was only the other way around..."
Michael pulled Olivia away, "What's with you, and the lesbian fantasies?"
"Well Michael, what happens in Cherry Hill, stays in Cherry Hill..."
"Not the time to talk about big lesbian moments, RUN!" Lincoln pushed Michael and Olivia forward, Fernando running with them, Lincoln and Aldo now too.
"AH!" Fernando narrowly dodged a bullet, glancing back. "Since when did the Doctor know how to use a gun?" He was running beside Olivia. Heading toward the car.
"Fernando, you have a gun!" Olivia pointed out, "Shot back at them!" she snapped while Aldo was running backwards shooting towards Alex and Nikole.
Olivia kept running towards the car, she jumped into the back seat trying to breathe, she felt Fernando getting into the driver's seat, finally Lincoln in the front passenger. "Where's Michael?" Olivia asked breathless.
Fernando trying to start the car, he kept the engine lagging from being overheated by the beating down sun. "Come on, Mami." He whispered to the car, feeling the car coming to life. He was shooting out the driver side window, listening to bullets landing close to them.
Michael was quick into the car, with Aldo sitting beside him, the car roared to life driving fast. Michael was cheering that they got away from Mahone, but his eyes went wide while looking to Aldo. "Dad..."
Aldo glanced to his son, "He got me," he whispered, "Cut straight through..." he inhaled trying to breathe through the pain.
Olivia felt her face going white looking to the blood, "Nando... We need a hospital, now!"
"But, what about the...?" Fernando looked back kind of looking at Michael for direction.
Lincoln turning in the passenger seat, looking at the straight through bullet wound, "Dad..." He felt his heart tighten.
"Surce, hospital, now!" He said darkly.
"Okay, okay..." Fernando nodded.
"Michael, you hold the front, I'll try," she moved in the back seat trying to get a better hold onto the bleeding wound. "Here," she exhaled pulling her shirt off placing it on the wound pushing hard.
"No, it's too late," Aldo, whispered, he was getting weaker, his eyes on Michael's.
Michael bit back his tears, he focused, "Don't talk like that, we'll get you to a hospital," he kept forcing his hands onto the bleeding, but it wasn't stopping.
"Just hold on dad." Lincoln watching from the front seat, his fathers blood covering his brothers and his girlfriend's hands. "Just hold on." He repeated feeling Fernando driving faster down the desert of New Mexico.
"Michael," Aldo said slowly, "I missed you every since day..." he whispered softly, he could find the strength, his eyes focused.
Crying, Michael kept looking to his father, "No, don't, you're going to make it," Michael was in serious denial now, he just found his father, he didn't want to let him go.
Olivia kept watching Michael's eyes, she could feel the flow slowing down, her throat tighten. "Michael, I'm sorry, the bullet must have hit a vital artery, he's bleeding out too much to stop it..." her voice distraught.
Aldo glanced to Michael, "I love you..." he felt his breathing slowly doing, he felt tired closing his eyes.
Olivia kept staring at Michael, tears rolling down his cheek, "No.." he whispered, "Dad no..."
For a second Olivia moved again, she felt weird, but quickly wrapped her arms around Michael, his head resting on her shoulder, both of them knowing Aldo was gone.
"Fuck." Lincoln hissed darkly. Hitting the side of his headrest, it wasn't suppose to happen like this, but when did anything happen the way it should.
"Fernando, stop the car." He looked at his brother's ex-cell mate.
Fernando looked to Lincoln had slowed down driving but not stopped. "Are you sure-?" He looked over Lincoln.
Hesitating for a minute, before nodding, "Yeah, stop." His voice was low.
Olivia was the first to get out of the car when it stopped, she was looking to the blood over her clothes, she felt her stomach sinking as she leant over feeling the content of her stomach hit the ground.
Michael kept still, his hands brushing down his father's hair, trying to ignore the guilt of the fact he yelled at his father, he didn't want it to be true, but he couldn't move either.
Fernando got out of the driver seat, looking over Olivia. "Mami." He said softly rubbing her back, Lincoln getting out of the passenger side, opening the back door. "Come on, Michael..." He whispered softly.
Alex kept looking to Nikole while exhaling, they had gotten away, his eyes focused, "Well, at least you hit one of them..." he pointed out, he kept thinking, "We just need to know where they are heading..." he spoke more to himself, "A hospital," he made a mental note, "come on," he started to head back to the car.
Nikole herself exhaled, feeling an adrenaline boost pushing through her veins, putting her gun back into her black leather holster, she rubbed her forehead. "...Yeah." She felt strange; maybe that's how people felt when they shot someone. Following Alex back toward the car.
Alex kept watching Nikole getting to the car, he brushed his hands down his shirt, he inhaled while watching her, "Where is the..." he paused his phone ringing. "Mahone." he answered quickly.
Wheeler exhaled, "Alex, a hospital in New Mexico, had a patient that says he knows the whereabouts of Scofield and Sucre," he pointed out, "You better get there." he added.
Alex grunted closing his phone, "Well, we've got a lead," he opened the driver side of the car.
Sitting beside a pile of rocks was covering a shallow grave with a cross-made of two sticks, Lincoln kept watching his brother. Unspeaking, just watching Michael staring off into the distance under his baseball cap. "Michael..." He started.
Olivia stood by the car with Fernando, she pulled the shirt that was in the car, and she didn't ask questions, just glanced over to the brother's letting them have a moment. Her eyes shifted to Fernando's, "I love how we just keep randomly finding each other Nando..." her voice soft, her hands in her pockets, she missed the dress she wore, but jeans and shirt felt better, even if the jeans still had blood stains on them.
Fernando playing with a piece of dead dry grass broke it in half, sitting on the cars trunk. Nodding. "You're right Mami - I think we're gonna be friends forever." He tried to lighten the situation.
Olivia laughed, "Oh, and have them cool matching bracelets." she now glanced over Fernando's face, she kept her hands in her pockets, "Right now, I feel all this crazy shit, it's going to get a lot more crazier before it can get normal."
Nodding to agree, Fernando let the two pieces of dried grass gone hay fall to the dirt, "Pretty much, Mami." He sighed, thinking about Maricruz and their baby.
"Yeah," Olivia kept leaning against the car, "So, what happened with all that money?" her eyes looking over to Fernando, "I mean, did you find it, did you find a rubber ducks, was there a ghost of D.B cooper's past?"
Fernando made a disgruntled face, "T-Bag." He said before looking up darkly, angry. "Took off with it." His face was getting softer.
"Typical," Olivia laughed, "People say, if you do bad things, bad things come back and hits you twice as hard." she exhaled, "Except when it comes to red neck pedo scum bags with one hand..."
Fernando laughed; he covered his mouth, sliding off the trunk to lean against the car now, "You know, that sounds pretty accurate." He pointed out.
"Well lucky," Olivia spat, "you're not that person who barf every time they see blood." she rubbed her stomach, "I just," she glanced to her watch, "What time the planes leaving?" she asked him softly.
Twiddling his fingers, Fernando glanced to his watch, "Four-thirty." He thought about what Michael had told him before, is he looked over his watch, getting close to four.
Olivia nodded, "Guys!" she called through her hands, "we've gotta boogie!" she let her hands drop to her side going to Fernando, "Warm her up, we've gotta lot of ground to cover..." she thought about the pros and cons of her staying in the county now.
"He was brought in with two GSW's, we ran his name found two international drug trafficking charges." A police officer was looking over Alex and Nikole as they both walked down the hospital hallway.
Alex nodded, "We'll take it from here," he walked into the room, the man was on the bed, machines bleeping in patterns to his heart beating, "So, you know where Scofield is?" he asked watching him.
The man exhaled seeing two agents watching him. "Not only that, when and where." His voice was low, the Morphine keeping him pain free.
"And where would that be?" Nikole looked at him, standing at the end of the hospital bed.
"I wanna deal." He looked at Alex.
"I will see what I can do," Alex walked out of the room, he got onto the phone, and it wasn't too long before he walked back into the watching the man. "Deal is," he kept serious. "We'll have the international charges dropped, and you will be escorted back across the border." he folded his arms.
Nikole watched him, he laughed in Alex's face. "No, no deportation." He shook his head. "I want Citizenship." He smirked.
Nikole narrowed her eyes. "Oh boy, you know..." She snapped.
"Citizenship or no Scofield!" He nodded.
"You know what," Alex snapped, he wasn't going to play this game, "How about this," he walked over pulling a plug out the wall, "No external pace maker," moved quickly, "Hey this is a good one." He pulled another wire, "No morphine drip..."
"Hey what are you doing in here?" A male nurse said opening the door hearing the machines going hectic.
Alex glared, "Official F.B.I business, so get out!" he kicked the door shut quickly, his eyes glaring darkly, "you're going to tell me where Scofield is now!"
The man exhaled, all ready feeling nervous, casing his heart race to rise, the machine beeping widely.
"In about five minutes... You're going to get so worked up... That pace marker would want to kick it... To bad, it won't." Nikole narrowed her eyes.
The man squeaked. "Come on! Man!" He looked at Alex.
Alex looked the man dead in the eyes, "Scofield," his tone was dark, "now!" he kept focused on the man, he wasn't going to let the man get what he wanted, he was going to get the location of Scofield.
"Guys come on! This is like... Like... " The man gasped, feeling pain burning across his chest.
"Scofield, now." Nikole glared.
"Okay! Okay!" He started.
"I call shotgun on the plane!" Olivia got out of the car while looking to Fernando standing ready to get on.
Michael stayed back, "Olivia, we're going to stay..." he pointed out, "Finish what our father started." he spoke smooth.
Olivia stepping away from the plane looking from Michael to Lincoln, "And you were going to tell me when?"
"Come on, we've got to leave..." The man in the plane looked out, he was having nervous sweats.
Fernando turned around feeling obligated to stay. "Go on man." Lincoln looked over Fernando with a nod.
"You sure man?" He looked form Lincoln to Michael and Olivia.
"Go on, find your woman!" Lincoln smiled.
"Oh, I will Papi, she's all I got!" Fernando was looking over Olivia now. "Take care, Mami." He looked to Michael. "You too Papi!"
Michael felt weird saying goodbye to Fernando again, he gave him a hug that said I won't forget you.
Olivia stepped beside Lincoln now looking over the moment, "you know, if Michael was gay..." she tilted her head to one side. "Him and Nando would be a cut bi racial couple..." she sighed with a slight smile.
"You mean, Michael Isn't gay?" Lincoln snickered watching Olivia before stepping back as the plane started down the highway, turned runway with Fernando inside of it.
"I caught him masturbating to a playboy once," Olivia watched as the plane was taking off, she laughed, "I think it was one of yours, but then again, I pretend I never saw, he pretends he doesn't..." she made a wanking motion with her hand.
Lincoln had a kind of grossed out face, "That really was... To much information, really. Olivia." He held his hand out for hers. "We should get going?" He looked back to Michael.
Michael glanced from Lincoln to Olivia, "What did I miss...?" he looked confused.
"Nothing, read any good playboys lately?" she asked getting into the back seat.
"What!" Michael got into the front passenger seat, "Olivia, did I ever tell you, I hate your memory?"
"Only about ten thousand eight hundred and seventy four times..." Olivia broke into a smile.
Michael inhaled through his nose and rolled his eyes, "I hate your memory..."
"Ten thousand eight hundred and seventy five..." she relaxed in the back seat, "And I love you too Mikey..." she quickly peeked his cheek.
Driving down the New Mexico inner-state, in the middle of nowhere, no cars except for theirs.
They were so close to the Mexico Border but they were heading away from it.
Lincoln was glancing to Michael with the cell phone. "What are you doing?" He stared.
"I'm trying to get a signal," Michael replied, "If I can get into contact with Sara..." he paused, "we can find out what we're dealing with." he kept his eyes on the signal bar.
"Or, she's completely useless, and we're wasting time, when we could just." she inhaled, "you know, Go to Panama!" she felt frustrated.
Michael slapped Lincoln's arm quickly, "Stop!"
Lincoln almost slammed on the brakes, "What?" He looked around quickly, hearing the urgency in Michael's voice, the car coming to a complete stop.
Michael's eyes really big, "I had a signal, go back," he tapped his arm like an impatient child, but kept looking at the cell phone trying to make the call go through.
Olivia on the other hand, was now looking out the window, she inhaled feeling cold, and she didn't like being cold.
"Awh, Jesus Christ, Alex!" Nikole screamed, bracing for impact as the Crown Victoria Alex was driving at a high-speed smashed full force into the side of the stopped car, containing Michael, Olivia and Lincoln.
The explosion was bit as the back of the car set on fire spinning off the road, it come to a halt and Alex stop his car, he felt his anger getting ready to take over.
Olivia screamed jumping out of the car, her eyes kept looking to the fire, and she felt her shoulder was sore when she was thrown about in the back seat. Michael was crawling out of the car, the phone only a few feet away from him.
Lincoln felt pain spiking over his body, he wasn't ready for that kind of impact at all, and he'd hit his head against the driver side window, feeling blood trickling down his face, his body sore, protesting his movements.
Dragging himself out of the flaming car, his eyes looking to see Olivia. ",'Liva, Michael? Okay?" He looked toward his brother. Both of them were breathing, meant something good.
Nikole was dazed for a minute, pushing himself from the car, standing up, and watching at the flaming car.
Olivia kept on her feet, she glanced over to Michael going for the phone, but Alex was holding a gun to her head. "Touch it, and I'll shoot her!" he hissed.
Michael backed off, he glanced from Alex, to the phone where Sara's voice was coming out of it. Michael was listened to the voice stop, but he kept looking over Alex. "Turn around, all of you, turn around!" he spat.
Olivia held her hand up, "Erm, if I can have some last words." she kept eye contact with Alex.
"Last words, last words, those were your last words turn around!" he spat out.
"Well, I just want to say," her eyes looking to Michael, soft and gentle her face was looking over him, "I love you," she nodded, "but those are the ugliest pants I've ever seen, and you're going to die looking like a loser!"
"Olivia, now isn't the time," Michael snapped to Olivia.
Olivia lifted her hands, "I'm just stating a fact," her attention to Nikole, "please tell him, them pants are super unsexy..."
"Olivia, she's going to kill us!" Michael shouted while feeling like he was going to scream at her.
Olivia nodded, "Yes, but she still had a valid opinion that I want you to hear..."
Lincoln was glaring between Alex and Nikole, seeing Nikole raising her gun, pointing it at them, the warm eyes that use to treat his many wounds, that use to make him laugh, that use to hand out lollipops had gone cold. Nikole looked from Olivia to Michael's pants, "They are pretty ugly." She pointed out, agreeing with Olivia.
"See, ugly!" Olivia kept focused on Michael, "you have bad, bad taste in clothes..." she exhaled, "Now I feel much better."
"Nice to have that out, but turn around," Alex's voice was having the end of it. "Turn around!"
"Alex, if you're going to kill us, you're going to have to look us in the eyes when you do it..." Michael voice was smooth, but Olivia quickly turned around.
"Olivia!" Michael tried to pull her back around.
Olivia slapped Michael, "If I am dying here and now, I don't want to see it coming!" her voice hissed.
Lincoln was standing on the other side of Olivia, every time he took a breath, so it hurt his ribs.
"Olivia..." He whispered, looking over her, before his eyes darkened to Alex, "You want ME? You got ME - Let THEM go!" He yelled it, making sure he heard it.
Nikole tilting her head, "How Lincoln like..." She voice smooth.
"I don't want either of you," Alex had finally snapped, he had hit the point in all of this where his mind was going crazy, his hair like wild static, he waved his gun violent in front of him, aimed to the back of Olivia's head. "I just want my life back!" Alex screamed at the top of his lungs, his eyes ice cold, his face red with rage as he felt like he was losing all of his sanity.
Olivia lightly turned around looking to Alex, "Say it don't spray it man..."
Michael placed the palm of his hand over his face, "Olivia..." he kept feeling sick.
A bright light now shone down on them all, "This is the border police, please put down your weapons!" it was over a loud speaker.
"I am F.B.I these men are in my custody!" Alex called still pointing the gun.
Olivia gasped, "I am not a man!" she touched her neck, ran her hands over her boobs feeling sure she looked like a woman.
"Until we see some I.D we asked you again to drop your weapon!" the speaker spoke again louder.
Lincoln was staring at the United States Boarder Patrol, raising their guns at Alex and Nikole - who looked like she needed to change her panties or something.
His hand reached over, taking Olivia's if his was going down, he was going to go down back.
Either way they were screwed.
"Put DOWN your weapons!" The Boarder Patrol Guard's voice got madder, Alex and Nikole not listening to him.
Nikole finally shook her head, glancing to Alex, before bending down, putting her gun onto the pavement. Before standing up again, stepping back from her
