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

Chapter Eighteen

The New Mexico sky was vast and endless, the desert stretching out around them in all directions as Michael and Y/N sat on the hood of their car, the sun dripping low on the horizon. They were taking a break to move their legs and get a fresh breath of air, however Y/N had feelings was thinking about everything and she had a singular thought that was hunting her. She took a deep breath, deciding it was now or never.

"Michael," she started softly, her voice breaking the quiet. "Before this...before us...before prison did you know?"

Michael glanced over, brows furrowing. "Know what?" he responded, sunglasses perched on his nose as he crossed his arms.

"About me. I was arrested in Chicago; my trial was there...did you know about me? From the news?" she asked.

The question hung in the air like a storm cloud, thick and suffocating. Michael didn't respond immediately. He pressed his lips together, and Y/N could see the gears turning in his head as he tried to find the right words.

He turned slightly to meet her eyes. "Yes," he whispered. "I knew about you."

Y/N's heart dropped. She clenched her jaw, feeling the weight of his admission crush down on her chest. "So, you knew...everything? Even before I told you?" she pressed, her voice rising just a touch, betraying her frustration.

Michael nodded slowly. "I did."

"Then did you know about my dad?" she fired back. "Did you know I was the governor's bastard daughter?" she spat.

Michael's eyes dropped to the ground. He didn't answer right away this time, and that hesitation was enough to make Y/N's chest tighten. Finally, he nodded, a slow, painful confirmation.

"Yes," he admitted quietly.

"Was I part of your plan?" she whispered, like Abruzzi? "Was our first interaction carefully planned?" Y/N felt like the ground beneath her feet had shifted. The truth was a sucker punch, knocking the wind out of her. "I was...wasn't I?"

His expression was torn between guilt and love as he looked at her. He knew better than to reach out, to coax her and calm her. "You were...but things changed. You weren't just part of the plan anymore," he mumbled.

Y/N let out a harsh laugh, running her hand through her hair as she processed his words. "You used me? Manipulated me?"

"No," Michael said firmly, his hand reaching out to touch her arm, but she pulled back. "I never manipulated you. I never meant for things to happen this way, but I...couldn't control how I felt. I couldn't stop myself from falling for you. You became more than part of the plan. You became my everything."

Y/N's eyes searched his fact, torn between anger and the depth of the emotions she'd buried for him. She wanted to believe him, to believe that what they had was real, but it was hard to shake the feeling of betrayal.

"Everything?" she asked, her voice softer now, more vulnerable. "Then why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you trust me?"

Michael took a deep breath, his hands falling to his side. "Because the less you knew, the safer you were," he said, echoing the words he had told her before. "I couldn't risk you getting hurt because of me. I wanted to protect you."

Y/N shook her head, her frustration returning. "That's bullshit, Michael," she said, her voice trembling. "I'm not some damsel in distress. I don't need you to protect me...I need honesty. We are in this together."