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

Chapter Twenty

They listened to the whole thing...Y/N was flabbergasted. Her hand was over her mouth as she listened, and she looked over to Michael to see his expression, which was nonexistent, just calculating.

"Oh my God," she whispered.

"Yeah," Lincoln agreed before pacing. "If we give this thing to the press, the government's going to discredit it. Just like they did with the tape we made," Lincoln said, still pacing.

"Ok," Y/N mumbled. "So, what do we do, then?" Y/N said, jumping off the counter and standing behind Michael. She placed a hand on his shoulder which he covered with this own hand.

"Dad said there's still people in the administration that he was working with. If we give the tape to them, they'll finally have the smoking gun they need to bring Caroline Reynolds down. But they'll release the tape, not us," Michael said.

"And how can she discredit her own appointees? Sure," Y/N mumbled.

"We're going to give the only thing that can exonerate me to someone who works for the government? The same government that set me up?" Lincoln yelled.

"We'll have to find someone we can trust, someone honest," Michael said. Y/N squeezed his shoulder.

"Jane Philips. She'll know someone that can help us," Lincoln said. "She worked with Dad. She's watching LJ. I trust her, Michael. She'll do it. She'll find someone."

"Well, I hope you're right," Michael agreed. "'Cause this is our last shot."

As Lincoln paced a few feet away, phone pressed to his ear, Y/N and Michael found a rare moment of peace, the tension of the day slowly unwinding after getting the USB. They were in the hotel room, Y/N sitting down and Michael stood across from her. His hands were shoved in his pockets as he watched her. His eyes soft and thoughtful, never strayed from her face, as if he was seeing her in a new light after everything they'd been through.

"Feels like we're finally catching a break, huh?" Y/N hummed, glancing up at him with a smile.

Michael nodded, but his gaze was focused on something deeper, not just the mission ahead but something more personal. "Yeah...but I wasn't thinking about that."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh? What were you thinking about?"

He hesitated, his lips curving slightly, but there was nervousness in his eyes. "Us," he admitted, his voice low but sincere. "I was thinking about us...and everything we've been through together."

Her heart skipped at his words, her chest tightening in a good way. She looked at him, eyes softening. "Michael..."

"I never expected any of this," he continued, taking another step closer. "I mean, when I planned all of this, I knew it would be complicated, dangerous...but I never thought I'd meet someone like you in the middle of it all."

Y/N bit her lip, warmth spreading through her. "I wasn't exactly planning on falling for a genius prison escape artist either," she teased, trying to lighten the mood. But the emotion in her voice betrayed how deeply his words were affecting her.

Michael chuckled softly, his eyes never leaving hers. "I'm serious, Y/N. You changed everything for me. It's like...no matter how crazy things get, you're the one thing that makes sense."

Y/N felt her heart swell at his words. She reached out to take his hand. "You make sense to me too, Michael," she whispered. "I never thought I'd find someone who gets me like you do. Even with everything going on...you're my constant."