'Defying the Odds' - Michael Scofield x Reader // Prison Break Fanfiction

Chapter Two

From the conversation in the yard on the bleaches, Y/N learnt the logistics of the prison in terms of gangs and groups. She learnt Michael was under Abruzzi's care and since she made an alliance with Michael, she would be under his care as well.

Y/N knew of Abruzzi. He was a mobster in Chicago. She was part of the New York mob where Sebastian was in charge. However, she moved to Chicago this year on an assignment from Sebastian where it ended up making her go to Fox River. However, she knew when Abruzzi finds out she was not only part of Sebastian's mob, but she was his wife...she knew there would be trouble. She could not tell Michael that.

Additionally, when Michael was walking her back to her cell after yard time, they learnt she was next to his. Which made her feel just a little more special...like the universe was on her side.

"Y/L/N, you have a visitor, lucky you," a guard said.

She was sitting on the bed, a book in hand she got from the library when she heard the announcement from the guard.

"I don't have family," she said. "Therefore, I am not interested in seeing this person."

The guard chuckled. "You don't call the shots, Y/L/N. Now, come."

Y/N sighed. "Who is it?"

"That I cannot say," the guard said.

Y/N glanced down to the book in front of her...a random fiction novel she grabbed from the library before glancing up to the guard in front of her. Closing it, she walked to the bars where the alarm sounded, and it opened. Instantly, she was cuffed with her hands behind her back as the guards escorted her down the hall.

She walked by Michael's cell where he watched her being taken down the hall. Next to him was a Hispanic man, sitting on the bottom bunk with Michael next to them as they haltered their conversation.

Michael's brows furrowed and she gave him a curt nod in response.

Inmates muttered words of harassment as they walked by. However, the guards continued to escort her. The guards pulled her, their boots echoing against the corridor. Eventually, she got to the door of the conjugal room which swung open with a loud creak. Y/N stepped inside, scanning the sparse room. One bed, one small table and two chairs. However, sitting in one of them, looking as calm and collected as ever is Sebastian.

His tailored suit is immaculate, as if he did not belong in the grim outside word, much less in a prison. He looked like business, worthiness and importance and not like he runs one of the deadliest mobs to exist. His dark hair is slicked back, eyes sharp and calculating as they land of her. He stood when she entered, a half-smile tugging at his lips.

"Doll," he announced her nickname.

"Don't," she said, voice pained.

The sound of his voice, once so familiar, intimate and now sent spikes of bitterness through her.

"Twenty minutes. Don't do anything stupid." The guard uncuffed her.

The door closes, leaving them alone.

Y/N stood, refusing to sit. She stood staring at him with an icy gaze. The tension between them is thick, choking the air in the room. For a moment, neither of them speaks, silence buzzing with unsaid words.

"Don't pretend we are like we were six months ago." Sebastian took a deep breath. He was about to open his mouth, but she beat him to it. "What the hell are you doing here, Sebastian?"