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

Chapter Five

Y/N slipped into Michael's cell, the soft clink of the door echoing in the dimly lit space. Sucre, who was sitting on the bottom bunk, gave her a nod and a knowing smile before standing up. "I'll give you guys some time," he said, patting Michael on the back before slipping out into the hallway.

It's been a few days since the shower situation and the tension between Y/N and Michael was palpable, but it was not just attraction. It was a shared understanding of the pain and weight of the world that seemed to settle heavily on both their shoulders. Y/N sat down on the edge of the bunk, resting her elbows on her knees, while Michael leaned against the wall across from her, arms folded. The flicker of a weak overhead light cast long shadows on the cell walls.

"So," she began, her voice soft but carrying a hint of exhaustion. "Tell me something about your life before this place."

Michael's gaze softened as he thought back to a time before prison walls, before the plan to break out. "Before all this," he began, his voice low and thoughtful. "I worked and," he began to tell her about missing the phone call of Lincoln and how if he did answer it, they could be in a very different position. He talked about his regret and how he owned Lincoln for all of this. "He's innocent, Y/N. Like you," he said. "Wrong person, wrong time. All a scheme. Caught in the crossfire."

Her heart changed a little because she did lie. She was not innocent. She killed those men. However, Y/N listened quietly, her eyes fixed on his, sensing the deep bond Michael shared with his brother. There was a rare vulnerability in his tone – one that didn't often surface in the harsh environment of prison.

Michael continued, his voice steady but laced with determination. "Now it's my turn to do the same for him. He's innocent, Y/N. He didn't kill that man, but they're going to take his life for it. Breaking him out – it's only the way I can replay him for everything he did for me."

She could see the weight of responsibility Michael carried, the depth of his loyalty to Lincoln. It was impossible not to admire the way he was willing to risk everything for his brother.

Michael came and sat next to her on the bunk, taking her hand in his and squeezing it.

"I get it," Y/N said after a pause. "It's funny how people we care about the most can put us in these impossible situations." She let out a humourless laugh. "I hired a divorce lawyer, but Sebastian keeps pushing back, delaying things. He's trying to control me. I just want to be free of him, but every time I take a step forward, he drags me back."

Michael looked at her intently, his eyes narrowing in thought. "He's using the legal system to keep you under his thumb."

"Exactly." She sighed. "I just want to be done with him. The more I think about our relationship, the more I realise how fucked it was. I was groomed. I was manipulated."

"How did you meet?" he asked.

"I ran away from the foster home and," she looked down and bit her lip, "I was an addict. Dilaudid and he was the boss of my dealer. I did a favour for my dealer, and I got sucked in. I was fifteen. I got married at twenty-one and he was thirty-five. However, we lived different lives if that made sense. We may have lived together, but we had separate bank accounts, separate hobbies, separate lives. I was there for a fuck or to run a job for him. It was not love, it was control."

Michael listened. "What kind of jobs did you do for him?" he asked, looking in her eyes and Y/N glanced away.

"Michael," she whispered.

"Y/N," he responded, squeezing her hand.

"You will never look at me the same way," she whispered.