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

Chapter Eleven

Michael was in the psych ward waiting for Dr. Remington to arrive so they could talk about his well-being. He stood at the window, hands on his hips as he looked out. He missed her...he had to admit. It's been a few days without Y/N and they left it on a bad note and he was sorry. He was in the wrong for his reaction. They were something. Something special.

A knock came, and Michael turned around to see Dr. Remington coming in. "Hi, Michael. They said you wanted to talk to me."

"Hey," Michael said solemenly. "Yeah, I do."

Dr. Remington came in the room and sat down on the bed. Michael sat next to him. "Um, how's Y/N?" was the first thing he asked.

Dr. Remington smiled. "She's good. Worried about you. Paid a few guards to find out where you are. She still thinks you're in solitary," he told Michael.

"Can you let her know where I am? I don't want her to worry." Dr. Remington nodded. "I, uh, made this for her," he said, grabbing the ashtray.

"An ashtray. Y/N smokes?"

"She used to. Before prison. I told her it was gross and to never do it again, but it can be like a bowl for like jewellery or something," Michael chuckled.

Dr. Remington nodded, taking it. "I'll give it to her. Now, let's talk about how you're doing."

Michael nodded, sighing. "I think we both know I don't belong here. I don't remember much about that night, but being locked up in A.D. seg, something must've snapped," he told him honestly. "What I'm trying to say is, I think I've had enough of arts and crafts. But that's your call," he mumbled but with confidence.

"And the doctors here do say that you've been acting fine," Dr. Remington added. "However, the problem is that if you don't tell Pope who burned you, he's gonna lock you back up in A.D. seg. And after a couple of days of that, you're gonna be right back here." Dr. Remington took a deep breath. "You need to let me help you. Not for me, but do it for Y/N."

"She's ok?" Michael asked.

"You two are in a symbiosis relationship. I don't know what type of relationship as I know you two will never tell, but I have my ideas and she's worried about you." Michael listened intensely. Nodding. "If you want to stay out of the psych ward and see Y/N again, you need to tell Pope who burned you."

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It was that time of day when prisoners could socialise; however, Y/N was not interested. Instead, she focused on keeping to herself. She sat on the edge of her bunk, legs crossed beneath her, holding a book that she'd been trying to read for hours now, though the words blurred together on the page. Her thoughts were consumed with worry for Michael.

It had been days since he got put into A.D.-seg...if he was still there. No news, no updates. Just empty silence. She tried not to imagine the worst, but the ache in her chest only deepened with every passing hour. She missed him – missed their conversations, his touch, missed the way he looked at her like she was the only thing keeping him grounded in this place.

"How many books have you read since you got here?" a voice said from in front of her cell. Y/N's heart skipped a beat as she looked up from her book. Her pulse quickened when she saw him – Michael. He stood at the entrance of her cell, his frame leaning slightly against the door, still recovering from his adventures. But there he was, alive, with a tired but soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Michael," she whispered, dropping the book and instantly scrambling to her feet. Her emotions surged, crashing against her chest like waves against a cliff. They stood there for a brief moment, eyes locking in silent recognition of everything they'd been through. Relief, love, longing. Everything was there, unspoken but so palpable in the air.