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

Chapter Thirteen

Y/N watched as dozens of officers and guards move away. Squad cars and SUVs speed away into the night while some hurried-on foot. They were there, hiding in the ally port in the trees. Michael was next to Y/N watching in front of them.

"Yo, come on, man we gotta roll," C-Note worried.

"You don't got to do anything but wait right here and let them get ahead of us," Michael stated, watching the cops in front of him.

"I don't know if we're gonna get a chance, papi," Sucre said.

"Dogs," Y/N whispered, spotting the German Shepards up ahead. "Fuck," she mumbled.

"They're coming right for us," Sucre stressed.

"Nobody move," Michael ordered.

The dogs came, slowly but surely as they were loaded into the truck. Everyone stayed quiet. Michael whispered, "They can't smell us." However, the dogs started barking loudly.

"But they can see us," Y/N hissed.

Officers came with flashlights, slowly to them looking for the fugitives. However, they all stayed quiet. The dogs continued to keep barking, but they made a move for it.

All of a sudden, Michael ushered them to run. Through the trees, bushes and grasses. They ran for what felt like forever. Eventually, they got to an old mill. They all crouched down.

"Where the hell is the van?" Sucre questioned.

Silence.

"Eyetie, where in the hell is the van?" C-Note asked.

"Ye of little faith...Come on, come on," Abruzzi said.

Michael grasped for Y/N's hand, pulling her along as they ran. They found the van and all got in. Michael bashed the lights of the van telling them about being invisible. He got back in the van, sitting in front of Y/N despite wanting to sit next to her. He turned around, looking at her and she smiled. "It's gonna be ok," he whispered as he leaned in, kissing her cheek. "We made it out."

"John, where are the keys?" Lincoln asked from the driver's seat.

"What?" Haywire asked.

"They keys, where are they?" Lincoln pressed.

"I told you, in the garbage can by the trees in a plastic bag," Abruzzi said.

"What are you waiting for?" Lincoln spat at Haywire.

"Oh, the keys..." Haywire mumbles, getting out.

Once he was gone, Abruzzi gave the keys to Lincoln. The van turned on and then it went, leaving Haywire behind.

They were driving down the road when T-Bag spoke up. "Hey, John, I've got to ask you why you were so intent on Lincoln driving here and you taking that particular seat?"

"T-Bag you stole my fucking spot," Y/N spat.

"Wanna sit with your boyfriend, sweet cheeks? Too bad." T-Bag mused. "Now, John, what is it exactly you got up underneath there, huh?" He revealed handcuffs and quickly cuffed Michael's hand.

"Fuck!" Y/N exclaimed watching the whole thing. '

"What the hell are you doing?" Michael spat, seeing his hand cuffed to T-Bag.