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

Chapter Sixteen

In Tooele, Utah, the group of them drove aimlessly. T-Bag was still in the back, Tweener in the trunk and Y/N on Michael's lap in the passenger seat while Lincoln drove.

"This is a new subdivision," Y/N muttered. "Suburbia is boring as fuck. I wish to never be part of it," she stated. Michael rubbed her arms.

"Noted," he responded.

Lincoln stopped the car, glancing over to Michael. "The ranch is gone, Michael."

Michael ran his hand through his short hair. "Well, the 5 million might not be."

"And you gonna find it how?" T-Bag asked lowly. "What you got a divining rod tattooed on your ass?"

"Not funny," Y/N muttered, leaning back, her head hitting Michael's shoulders. However, she could not get more out because Michael lost it.

"I don't wanna hear anything out of your mouth other than what your photographic memory spits out regarding that map!" Michael yelled.

"Michael, my ear," Y/N muttered, holding her ear as the yelling went straight through it and he quickly whispered his apology.

"You watch your tone with me, boy," T-Bag warned, glaring at Michael.

Michael moved Y/N slightly so he could face T-Bag. "I will watch you get tossed on the side of the road to fend for yourself, boy," he retorted. "Because if you can't remember where that silo was, you're worthless to us, and I might just let Y/N hurt you a little more." Then he turned back, holding Y/N once again.

"Yo, fools, let me out!" Tweener yelled which Lincoln told him to shut up.

"The map!" Michael barked.

"Ok, ok, all right, all right, all right," T-Bag stuttered, eyes closing as he thought. "The ranch...the ranch was in the centre of a box. Sheep Road on one side, Kokosing Road perpendicular. In the centre of the property was a ranch house and the ranch house was surrounded by trees.

They got out of the car and walked around. A runner came by and glanced at them. Y/N shook her head...they did just come out of a dirty, broken car with four fugitives...

"Every tree here is a year old, at most. Except those," Michael said as they stood far away from the house.

"Where is the silo?" Y/N asked.

Bagwell hit his head a few times before muttering, "Inside the trees. I wanna say on the left, but that may have been a barn. I remembered the best I could, gents and lady, but I didn't know this place would now be smothered in tract homes, so you know, I'm sorry that I'm not Rain Man over here."

"He's no help," Y/N muttered, crossing her arms over her chest. "Absolute no help."

Y/N walked back in the car and they all followed as they waited for T-Bag to remember where the silo was. Y/N felt Michael his head against her back as she drew lines on his arm. Slowly, she took her hand and brought it to her lips. He smiled.

"I'm sorry for yelling in your ear," he muttered.

Y/N smiled, turning around and kissing his lips quickly. "All forgiven."

"Silo, silo, silo, silo, silo..." T-Bag muttered.

"This is stupid. We're gonna get made out here," Lincoln interrupted.

"Shut it. I think I remember. If I had to bet, I'd lay it all on the silo being on the left of the ranch house, inside the trees," T-Bag explained, finally remembering. His face was right behind Michael's crouching behind him. A shiver went up Y/N's spine.