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

Chapter Seventeen

It was back to running. Michael and Y/N were off on foot through the trees and grasses. She had no idea where they were going, but she had faith Michael and where they were going. Sucre took the money, but Michael told her there was a plan. Once again, she just had to trust him.

Police sirens were heard in the distance as they kept running. Michael had the police radio that he stole from the officer. However, soon enough there was a purring of a motorcycle in the distance which meant Sucre was there.

Michael slowed down and Y/N did too as they saw Sucre in the distance, kneeling over his motorcycle, bag on his back. Instantly, he turned around, gun cocked.

"'Adios, amigos', huh?" Michael whispered.

"What, too much?" Sucre asked.

"You were great," Michael smirked.

Laughter happened between the two of them as Sucre complained how heavy the backpack was.

"We did it, mamacita," Sucre said, nodding to the bag as he looked at her.

Y/N stared at them, arms crossed over her chest as she looked at Michael. "M, can we talk?" she asked. Sucre looked between them before patting Michael's shoulder and disappearing into the bush, leaving them alone.

Y/N took a deep breath, her heart pounding. She was doing biting her tongue, done waiting for answers.

"What's wrong?" Michael asked, coming up to her, hand brushing her arm but she pulled away. "Is this about what the officer said when I walked in and you were upset–"

"–No," she interrupted.

"What's wrong then?" he said, chuckling a little.

She shook her head in disbelief. "Every time we do something – every time we pull off a plan or make a move – you leave me out of the loop. You're always doing something behind my back, and I'm always the last to know."

He frowned, looking at her, genuinely confused. "I'm trying to keep you safe–"

"–Safe?" Y/N voice cracked, and she stepped closer, her frustration bubbling to the surface. "By keeping me in the dark? By making me feel like I'm just tagging along, not part of the plan? Michael, we're supposed to be a team."

"We are a team," he said softly, but she could hear the automatic response in his voice. Like he didn't fully believe himself.

"No, we aren't," she shot back, shaking her head. "You don't trust me. Not really. You keep me in the shadows, and it's starting to feel like I'm just...here. Along for the ride. I'm starting to feel a little used," she whispered the last part. "I love you, Michael. But I need to feel like we're in this. I need to know that you trust me."

He held her gaze, his blue eyes searching hers for something. "I do trust you–"

"I have a life back at the mob," she whispered lowly. "I can go back to it. I can apologise to Sebastian, I can be his dotting wife–"

"–Stop," he barked, holding a hand up. "Stop talking. You are not going back there."

"Then act like you trust me!" she screamed, her frustration finally boiling over. "Because from where I'm standing, it doesn't feel like you do."

Michael exhaled, his face hardening with resolve. "The less you know," he said quietly, taking a step towards her, "the safer you'll be."

Y/N blinked, staring at him in disbelief. "That's bullshit, Michael. You think by keeping me in the dark, you're protecting me? You think that if I don't know what's going on, I'm magically safe from all this? Well, I escaped with you. I have twenty-five years on my sentence unless Sebastian clears it. I will have another dime for the escape. I am not safe. I am running from the mob on top of that. I know things that can get both of us killed," she threatened.