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

60

LUCAS

It doesn't feel like we have been sitting and waiting for an hour, but i realise it had to have been when tires are heard pulling up outside the driveway of the safe house.

I stand up as Lincoln walks over.

"You should stay sitting" He comments but i shake my head

"I'll be fine, the gash on my arm has been bandaged" I say as he grabs my good arm and tries to help me when he realises i will not sit back down.

"But your head-" He says

"-I will not meet my Father in law sat bedridden when i know i can stand" I cut him off "If Micheals not here with me, like i had imagined, then fine, but the one thing that i can still control is looking as normal as i can be"

Lincoln doubts my words for a minute before he sees me standing. He removes his hand from me as i stand steady

"Ok" He breathes "But just so you know I think this is a bad idea" He points out

"And just so you know i don't care, brother" I say with a smile

He smiles back at me

"Ugh, guys?" LJ says as he sees the door open

Lincoln gestures him over as he comes and stands between the two of us.

I put my hand on his shoulder as he stands in front of me.

"Your father hasn't seen you in so long. He can't wait to see LJ and Fiona as well" The lady from before says as she enters the room "And Micheal.. i bet he wishes he was with you- he hasn't seen him since he was ten"

Lincoln smiles as he places a hand on the small of my back. I keep my eyes on the woman as he starts to move his hand. He taps once before he slides his finger to the left.

The woman looks at the two of us before she sighs

"I had better go and let him in, he will be in any minute" She says as she leaves

Suddenly, Linc and i spring into action. He grabs the backpacks off the floor while I grab LJs arm.

"What's going on?" LJ asks

"We're leaving" I simply say as i point to the door on the left hand side of the room.

"What, why?" He asks

I look at Linc, unsure myself but willing to trust his gut

"Your Grandfather never met Micheal, she's lying" He says

My heart starts to pound as we go towards the door.

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INK

I stand in the cabin- in the middle of the desert, with three guys tied to chairs and one rapidly loosing blood.

To explain my predicament i have to go back to the beginning.

Right now i look up as Sucre walks in, holding a gun.

I had made it to the destination i left the others for. I needed to secure a plane to Mexico.

This had always been my backup plan- my fall back if Abruzzi didn't come through- and with him dead I had no choice.

I had stashed about 100 small viles of medical nitro-glycerine in a place i thought was secure. I was going to use it as payment for the information of where the plane would land.

However, Mahone had stationed guards all around the area. It was clear that he was unsure why I had the garden centres name tattooed on me but he wasn't about to let me get to it nevertheless.