Ink || OC x Micheal Scofield || Prison Break

12

"Lincoln!" I try again. He mutters something and then lets out a groan as he sits up

"Micheal" he says in a slur "I have to get.... To Micheal"

"He's behind the walls, he's fine" I say to try to reassure the brother "he's working on getting us out of here- what happened?" I ask

He groans once more and he pushes himself up to stand. I help to balance him as he speaks

"I was looking for Micheal, when I came out of the block I ran into some not very friendly people" he says as he touches his head and sees blood

"We have to get you to medical" I say as I put his arm over my shoulder

I wince as my shoulder gets crushed

"Me? What about you?" He asks in concern as he hears me

"That can wait- it's one shoulder you have wounds everywhere" I tell him with a laugh

He shakes his head but doesn't argue regardless.

We walk a few steps and make it into a new corridor before I realise that he's not going to make it- there is simply no way he can walk that far when I suspect that he's at least fractured his knee

Before I can tell him, however, Lincoln catches me off guard as he pulls me into the nearest room.

It happens to be a storage cupboard and we fall to the floor inside of it.

I end up on top of him

I don't move and neither does he and we lie and wait for the men to pass by the door, but as the seconds tick by the more my breath starts to get laboured.

As soon as I hear their shouts of rebellion fade away I look down at Lincoln

"Next time you should really ask a lady before pulling her into a storage room" I say as I sit up and away from him while trying to catch my breath

"There was no time- sorry" he says looking at me genuinely apologetically

I grab my heart as I try to stop it from ripping out of my chest.

"Are you ok?" He asks in concern

I take a moment and he grows increasingly concerned. He places his hand on my back but I quickly jump away.

"It's fine, either I got pulled in here or those men pull me on top of them.... I think I know which one I would rather. I just don't like enclosed spaces is all" I lie

I dust myself off before I realise that Lincoln has gone quiet.

I look up from moving to sit opposite him

"You shouldn't have to go through this" he says

I shake my head with a sigh

"I'm fine, Lincoln I should be saying that to you- you're the one with the death penalty on your head for no reason- I actually committed a crime on the other hand" I say casually

He looks at me before he nods

"I guess your right" he says

"I'm always right" I say with a smile and he shakes his head back

It's quite as we hear another gang of men walk past the hallway.

"What does your family think about this?" I ask him

He thinks for a second before he shakes his head

"Dad left- Ex wife is probably rejoicing- Brothers in here trying to save me and son is apparently selling crack as far as his Mother is concerned so all is well" he says

I laugh as I shake my head

"All is well- I should have known that your family is not the most normal after Ink got himself put into prison for you.... Shows everyone has a lot of love for you though" I say with a smile

He nods "I guess so.... What about you? You have family waiting for you to get out?"

I chuckle "I have three sisters- they're as crazy as me. One is a construction engineer, one works in a convenience store and the other is a doctor"

"Oh shit- looks like you have some good genes" he laughs

"I guess so. While the two oldest hold down steady jobs- there is me and my sister bearly keeping it together... at least she has a job" I say with a laugh "Parents were proud of them.... Well my Mum was"

"What about your Dad" Lincoln says before he sees my face "you don't have to tell me if you don't want to"

"No it's not that... I've just not thought about my Dad in a while- not with anything other then anger anyway..... he got me put in here- prison I mean"

"What? Why- I thought you said that you killed some-" He looks at me as it dawns on him

"Yes. I killed my Dad.... And I would do it again" I say with no remorse

It's quite as I pull my legs up to my chest

"Ok" he says

"Ok?"

"That's ok- clearly he deserved it" He says and it takes me off guard

"Yeah.... He did" I say in a whisper "he had been abusing me and my youngest sister since she was born" I say quietly

"Then he deserved everything that came to him" he says

I nod as I hold back a few tears of how understanding he is being- I've not had anyone just 'understand' me in a while- not after I got convicted. Everyone just sees murderer and assumes I'm a killer with no reason

It's quite as neither of us know what to say

"I knew that it was not how a Dad should act but I met someone who really confirmed that- a guard" I say

"Who? I might know them" he says

"Hudson" I say with a small smile "he was telling me about his kids this morning- says he has a daughter my sisters age and everything. He's so proud of them.... I wish I had a Dad like that"

I look up at him and the smile gets taken off my face as I see the sad look on his.

"What?" I ask

"What?" I try again as he just looks at me

"You didn't hear?" He asks

"Hear what?.... Lincoln your worrying me now" I say with an anxious laugh

"Hudson.... He was killed" he says

I look at him with wide eyes

"He... he what? No- no I saw him not even ten minutes ago he can't.... He can't be dead" I say, shaking my head

"I'm sorry but it's true- I was looking for Micheal and I saw him land on the floor in the middle of the block- he'd been stabbed multiple times. He was expressionless and-"

"Stop" I cut him off "I get it.... He's dead"

"Lucas I'm so sorry" Lincoln tries as I stand

"It's not your fault" I say as I open the door to the storage room and step out into the hallway- trying to catch my breath.

Hudson's...dead