Ink ✔️ || OC x Micheal Scofield || Prison Break

30

LUCAS

I watch in anxiousness as Micheal turns and sees me walk into the infirmary.

He moves to sit up but the doctor pushes him back down.

"You will cause yourself more injury, stay still" she says

She pats his shoulder as she goes to walk past me, out of the door.

As much as I tell my face to stop I send her a glare on the way out.

How dare she write those things about me, and how dare she pat Ink like he's some lost puppy.

The door closes after her.

"You got a reason for that glare?" He asks

My attention goes back to him and my expression softens

"I will tell you later, right now I'm here to talk about you" I say as I sit next to him on the bed. "You are so stupid" I say "if you hadn't fought T-Bag you could have been on the list for parole soon"

He rolls his eyes

"Yeah and just let him fight you instead? Yeah no thanks. Plus who gives a fuck about parole, I'm about to get us out of here remember?" He whispers

I shake my head as I grab his hand and pull it onto my lap as he continues

"Let me help you. For once we are on the same side of the fence, but that comes with challenges. Some of the men in here have done really bad things" he pleads as he squeezes our hands

I sigh before looking him in the eyes "I would accept your help but I'm not stupid- everything costs something in these walls and I'm not willing to let you pay the price for my fight." I say "what if you don't manage to escape, you could have been on the list for parole and now you have no chance"

He shakes his head

"This isn't about me-" he says

"It's about us" I interject him

It's quiet. I had never referred to us as an us before. I liked him- God did I like him, but apart from occasional hand holding, we had never passed the preschool romance phase.

He doesn't argue.

"Now tell me why you really don't get along with some of the men in PI. T-bag is understandable, but what about Abruzzi? I mean I dislike him as well, don't get me wrong, but every word he says you seem to be glaring at him" I say as I softly stroke our held hands.

He looks at them before he looks at me and sighs

"Abruzzi could only get us back into PI if he gave his boss some information. If he did that then his boss would send him the money to pay Bellick to turn a blind eye-"

"I knew that bastard was dirty" I say

"Dirty is an understatement. Anyway, the information he needed was about where a man was and I was the only one with that information. I thought I might need it so I did some searching before I got myself thrown in here."

I give him a confused look but he doesn't explain

"I made the decision to tell Abruzzi's man where this guy was and then they got ambushed before they could get to him. He had already sent Bellick the money so that's why we are back in PI. However, Abruzzi still doesn't like me and I've decided that we just won't like each other and I won't mind as long as he lets us and Sucre into PI." He finishes

"And this whole thing was going on while I was separated from you guys?" I ask

He nods

"Wow, considering I was only a fence away I was so out of the loop" I say as I scratch my head

"I'm sorry but I couldn't exactly shout the plan over the fence" he says

"No.... It's fine." I say "but what you said before? 'Before you got yourself thrown in here'.... Ink you've never told me what you did...what did you do to get in here?"

He looks at me as he wets his lips to stall

The number one unspoken rule in prison is that you don't ask another inmate what they did. You can ask them how long they've got, but not what they did.

But Ink gives me no reason to fear asking him, if anything I see the pain in his eyes when he thinks about it.

I could try to be naive and think that maybe he killed someone like me, maybe we have some trauma bond, but I know that Ink would never do something like that.

Inks the good and I'm the bad.

So what exactly is he so afraid to tell me?

Short one, sorry 😔