Three Musketeers ~ Michael Scofield Love Story

a week later

"Hey you told them you wanted to see me?" I ask Michael.

"Yeah I've realised a few things also I made you this" He hands be an ashtray

"I don't smoke?" I say knowing he knows that

"Yeah but it was either that or a necklace didn't think you were there Macaroni necklace type"

"Okay true" I chuckle "how are you"

"I think we both know I don't belong here" He says

"Michael why did you want to be here? I know you"

"My tattoo. The map. The burn. The one piece I needed was scolded. That busted head? Was myself I blamed it on haywire so I could get him out of my cell. He was obsessed with my tattoos knew it was a map of some kind. He doesn't sleep either."

"So he was the only one that could remember your tattoo"

"Yes. Only problem is he remembered what I did to get him out. He also figured out the map. He's forcing me to take him with me. Only way I get to see the full map."

"Oh Michael your in over your head." I say "you need out"

"Exactly and the first step is you getting me out here"

"Michael I can do that but pope will bring you right back into the shu. Without you telling them who burned you it's no help."

"Noone burned me. I was outside and lent up a steam pipe so the guard didn't see me up past curfew."

"Well you need to figure something out then. I've had word that your cell is being sold off to the highest bidder. Sucre is in shu right now too"

"Okay." He says

"Please. Remember to tell me your escapes too. The night before lincolns failed execution? He told me you were below the infirmary. I'm not happy about that. I'm meant to be your ride. I'm meant to disappear with you."

"I'm sorry there wasn't enough time."

"I don't care I know you, you planned that night." I say "goodbye michael"