【 𝐩𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬. 】〖 𝚂𝙻𝙾𝚆 𝚄𝙿𝙳𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚂. 〗
❝𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵.❞
In which Phoebe helps her best friend break his innocent brother out of prison.
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THE INMATES WERE led along the cell block by a couple of officers later that day, Michael, Phoebe, and Sucre walking in a line like ants as they headed to their cell. Phoebe was looking down at the floor in deep thought about everything that was going on, startling herself when suddenly they all froze right outside the cell and she bumped into Michael's back.
"Sucre, hold up." An officer said as he exited the trio's cell. Phoebe cocked a brow up at them. "Scofield. Baldwin. You got company." The officer said, nodding in direction of their cell. Michael looked down at Phoebe, the two giving each other a nervous look. Michael kept his hands shoved in the pockets of his pants, while Phoebe nervously crossed her arms over her chest as she followed after Michael into their cell. To their surprise, Pope was sitting inside, right beside the toilet. Phoebe gulped. This isn't good...
"Ms Baldwin. Come. Sit." Pope said, motioning towards the bottom bunk, trying to be a gentleman. Phoebe gulped and nodded slowly, stepping around Michael and hesitating before sitting on the bed. Pope sighed, looking back and forth between the two. "Why do I get the feeling that there's more to you two than meets the eye?" He asked. Michael and Phoebe shared a look. "Anything you wanna tell me?" Pope looked at Michael and then back at Phoebe. Phoebe shook her head.
"Anything you want us to tell you?" Phoebe asked, trying to seem tougher than she really was. To be honest, this caught Michael by surprise, but he remained serious as Pope tilted his head as he stared at them.
"Some other reason you two are in here, besides holding up a bank?" Pope added on. Shit. He knows. Phoebe was internally panicking, and truth be told, so was Michael. Michael stared at Pope in silence, and Phoebe followed his lead. Pope sighed and stood up, approaching Michael and Phoebe. "You two are being transferred." He said. Phoebe's heart shattered into a million pieces. Transferred? She could see Michael's heart had basically fallen into his stomach at the news as well.
"What?" Michael asked in shock, brows slightly furrowed as Phoebe stood from her spot.
"What do you mean we're being transferred?" Phoebe snapped, crossing her arms. A log was forming in her throat. Would she be separated from Michael? From Lincoln?
"We're moving you over to Statesville." Pope said to Michael. "And you, to an all women's penitentiary outside the state." He then said to Phoebe. Phoebe's eyes welled with tears... No... this can't be happening...
"You can't do that." Michael snapped. Pope nodded.
"Yes I can. I'm the boss here. This is my house." He retorted. Michael looked down at the floor in deep thought. Phoebe tried to hold back her tears and swallow the lump forming in her chest.
"Three weeks." Michael suddenly said. Phoebe gulped, as Pope furrowed his brows.
"What for?" He asked.
"Lincoln Burrows." Michael said. "He's being executed in three weeks." He said sullenly, to which Pope nodded.
"Well, I'm aware of that. What's that to you?" He wondered, still not catching on.
"He's my brother." Michael said. Pope's eyes widened slightly in shock and realization, sitting silent as Michael continued. "When I knew I was being sent to prison, my attorney petitioned the DOC."
"So you could be near him." Pope finally said. Michael nodded.
"That's right." Michael said. Pope gulped, turning to face Phoebe.
"And you?" He asked. Phoebe gulped, taking a deep breath.
"Michael and Lincoln are my foster brothers... their parents took me in for a bit after my own parents died. We grew up together. Lincoln and.... Michael... are my... brothers. My family. That's why I also asked to be here. For Lincoln's execution." She explained, to which Pope nodded.
"That's why your lawyer fought so hard to have you placed here and not in a women's prison." Pope theorized, to which Phoebe nodded.
"Yes, sir... Please... Three weeks, and after that, you can transfer me to whatever prison you want, where ever you want. Just... let us stay with Lincoln until his last day." She begged as Michael nodded along.
"Don't take that away from us." Michael asked. Phoebe nodded, tears filling her eyes.
"It's our only chance to be by Lincoln's side in his last... days..." Phoebe said, thinking about what to say to convince him. To be honest, she was upsetting herself with what she was saying. The idea of Lincoln dying....
"Not until it's over..." Michael begged. Pope sighed, looking at them.
"I'm not the one behind the transfer." He admitted quietly. "You're up against bigger fish than me." Michael and Phoebe shared a look of confusion and suspicion. Who could want them far away from Lincoln? "I'll arrange for you to say goodbye. You ship out tomorrow." He finalized as he stepped out of the cell. Phoebe immediately allowed her tears to rush down her face as she bit her lip, trying to hold back as Sucre was finally allowed into the cell, the cell door closing shortly after.
"Michael, what are we going to do?" Phoebe sobbed quietly, slapping her hand over her mouth to keep quiet as Michael rushed to her side and engulfed her in a warm hug. Phoebe loved being in his hold, but right now, nothing was making her feel any better about the situation. This was it. They were going to be separated. The plan was done. No one would be escaping. It'd have to be years before she'd be able to see Michael again. She wouldn't get to see Lincoln ever again. It was all too much for her. She felt as if her world was ending, collapsing. Her chest was tight with lack of oxygen, her eyes burned with hot tears, her throat ached as she held back her heart-broken sobs. She felt as if she were dying.
"Hey, I'm gonna figure this out okay? Please, don't cry..." Michael begged quietly as he kissed the top of her head, not even caring that Sucre was watching them. To be honest, Michael had no idea how they were going to get out of this one, but he did know that he at least had to try to calm Phoebe down. Sucre himself held back tears. He'd been able to hear everything outside the cell. He couldn't believe it. He wouldn't be able to reunite with Maricruz...
"How are you going to stop the transfer, papi?" Sucre asked nervously. Michael shifted his eyes to look at Sucre and shook his head, signaling for him to drop it.
