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

Chapter Four

Michael had his hand on Y/N's lower back as she went back to her cell to gather her items. Cheap soap, shampoo and conditioner and she turned to see him looking at her with those steady, calm eyes.

"It's just going to be us?" she whispered.

"Yes, I don't want you showering with a bunch of naked men. I don't trust them."

Y/N nodded and followed him while he took her hand. The showers in Fox River were as grim as the rest of the prison – rusted metal, broken tiles, and flickering lights that made the space feel even more suffocating. It was one of the few places where privacy did not exist, and every inmate knew that stepping into the showers alone could mean trouble. But after the events of the riot, Y/N needed a moment to herself, even if it was just under the scalding water.

She walked down the corridor with Michael behind her, a towel draped over her shoulder, her nerves on edge after the past few days. She could still feel the bruises on her neck and stitches on her arm pulled with each movement, but none of it compared to the lingering feeling of fear that settled deep in her chest. The riot had shaken her more than she cared to admit, and even now, every shadow felt like a threat.

He walked next to her, his usual quiet, composed demeanour unchanged but there was something different in the way he moved, more protective. They had not really spoken since the vents, since the kiss. But now, as they neared the entrance to the shower block, Michael stepped ahead of her, his eyes scanning the area like he was assessing every possible danger.

"I'll clear it out," he said, his voice low but firm.

Y/N watched as he walked in first, his presence alone sending the few stragglers scattering, not wanting to cross Michael Scofield. Within minutes, the place was empty, and the only sound left was the drips of water echoing off the tiles.

"It'll all yours," he said, stepping back toward the door, but not leaving completely. He stayed there, leaning against the wall, his eyes soft as they met hers. "I won't look. I promise."

Y/N gave him a small nod of thanks before stepping inside. The heat from the water greeted her like a strange, temporary comfort, and for a moment she closed her eyes, letting the sensation wash over her. She undressed and placed her belongings to the side before looking over to see Michael looking at her.

"I can't see anything, you're behind a wall," he told her.

Y/N wrapped a towel around her before walking over to the showers. Turning it on, she waited till it was scalding before dropping her towel. She stepped under the stream, the water cascading over her bare skin, rinsing away the grime, the sweat and some of the fear that clung to her.

Michael was not heard, but when she turned around, he was not there anymore. However, she thought she was alone for a moment, but as the water poured over her, she caught of movement in the corner of her eye. Turning her head slightly, she saw him.

Michael was still there, standing off to the side, not too close but not far either. His eyes, though not focused on her directly, flickered with something – something more than just protectiveness. He watched her, his gaze intense but respectful, like he couldn't look away even if he wanted to. He could not see anything – only her shoulders up – but the moment felt charged, heavy with unspoken words.

She turned her head back, staring at the cracked tile in front of her, her heart pounding in her chest. The memory of the kiss in the vents still burned in her mind, and she couldn't help but wonder if it had been a one-time thing, or it there was something more to it.