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

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LUCAS

I left my sisters house with a job to do- find this woman called Veronica.

After climbing into a cab with a single letter in my hand, I drive a few miles to the other side of the city. There I find the flat that Izzy told me about.

Clearing my throat I make my way up the old looking steps until I come to flat-

"7B" I mutter out loud to myself

I open the paper and see the key inside and I gingerly take it and place it into the lock.

It fits and turns with a satisfying click.

I swing the door open and I look about the place as I step inside.

It's old and run down but it is a place to live and that's what matters.

I hadn't expected Izzy to help me as much as she did but she told me that she owned a small apartment down town. She said that it had been bought after her boyfriend left her when she was pregnant.

She said she lived in it for a few weeks before she found a new place and she had never got the courage to sell it.

She gladly gave over the key and told me I could stay as long as I wanted.

I was eternally grateful.

I sit on the bed and a thick layer of dust flies up and makes my eyes water. I place my notebook on the small dresser and throw my coat on the chair.

I walk over to the curtains and throw them open and it illuminates the place. This will be a nice place to live when I clean it up, I know it will.

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That night, after spending the remaining hours of the day moving the little furniture I had around and cleaning the space within an inch of its life, I got into bed and held my old phone in my hand.

I had been putting off calling Veronica- even though I knew I wanted to for Ink.

I was never a people person. Father always made sure my younger sister and I were home before any afterschool activities started and he never let us have friends around. But I was ok with it- it never bothered me because I never knew any different, but since becoming an adult I now felt the anxiety that came from it. I had social anxiety, but it was not something I was going to let control me.

I only ever really felt it when thinking about talking to someone like Veronica. I knew that she ment a lot to the people in my life and so I knew that if she didn't like me it would put them in an awkward position- it wasn't like shouting at T-bag or telling other inmates to Fuck off, they didn't mean anything to me, but this did.

I clear my throat as I dial the number- referencing it from my scribbled down note in my notebook.

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"Who is this?"

The voice that answers the phone sounds defensive and confused.

"Hi, sorry to bother you, but my name is Lucas.... I understand if you don't recognise my voice, but I'm Micheals fiancé-"

"Lucas?! Yes I know you- well I've heard about you." The voice says in a relieved, more relaxed tone to previously "sorry I only just recovered this SIM card after having to dispose of it- I was worried I was being tracked- anyway sorry I just wasn't expecting a call from you"

"Don't worry, I wasn't expecting to call you either.... Micheal called a few hours ago and asked me to do so as a favour" I explain

"Of cause, what is it that he needs?" She asks

"Well he actually wanted me to ask you how Lincoln's appeal is going? He hasn't heard from you in a few days... he's worried it being so close and all" I say

" yes of course I understand his concern- but listen I don't want to explain anything over the phone. How about we meet up and we can talk face to face? Lincoln has some high up people that really don't want him to see the light of day so I can't risk them listening over the phone" she says

It takes me off guard. I knew Lincoln was accused of murdering the vice presidents brother but... I didn't think there would be people who were seriously after him, I guess I was wrong

"Yes, that would be fine. When and where?" I ask

I listen for a minute as she seems to be flipping through some papers. Then I hear the mutter of another voice, a deeper one, who she converses with with the phone slightly away from her face

"How about 2pm tomorrow? Maybe in the middle of millenium park?" She asks just as the noise picks up in the background of the call.

I get up from my bed and I look out the window as I move the curtain out of the way slightly.

I can't see much, but I can see that park.

"Sure" I say "but how will I know who you are?" I ask

"I'll be sat on the bench squarely in the centre of the park ok, Listen Lucas, I've got to go" she suddenly says

I stand up a little straighter at her change of tone

She seems almost panicked

"Is everything ok?" I ask

"everything is fine about tomorrow I will see you then, Paul just told me he's got a lead on the case- I've got to go" she says quickly

"Ok- see you later-"

The phone clicks off

I take a minute to look down at the device in my hand.

Strange.

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