fire on fire / prison break

TWENTY

Oddly enough, Michael Scofield found the days after the phone call to be very. . . tolerable, which, of course, he would never admit out loud. He had a brief conversation with the warden, Henry Pope, who questioned him, very thoroughly, about the burns he had received. And of course, Michael had no explanation.

I mean, what was he going to say? Uh, yeah, I snuck out of the hole in my cell that I made to bolt out of here, but kinda almost got caught, so I burned myself on the basement pipes! Yeah, that wasn't going to work.

Yet, Henry had patience. He told Michael to think about it, because they will be having that talk again. Either Michael tells him, or Pope throws him in the solitary; and that was final. Even though Michael had a lot on his mind, he was in for a big surprise as Brad Bellick had a plan of his own.

Remember David Apolskis? Aka Tweener? Well, surprise, surprise! Bellick placed him in the PI team, along with the others.

Now you might come to a conclusion as to why that was a terrible, terrible thing. It meant that no actual work got to be done. It also meant one more thing; Theodore Bagwell got to torment Tweener as per usual.

As Michael, Sucre and Theodore made their way to the small building, Teddy couldn't help but let out a small chuckle.

"What are you grinning about?" Sucre asked, throwing a disgusted glance at Theodore, who had his eyes glued to the young Tweener.

"Oh, just the fact that I'm gonna be out in the real world in a little bit." he nonchalantly said, ignoring Sucre as he rolled his eyes. "Getting out and finding me a nice piece of ass certainly won't hurt either." he added, "Nothing like a nice piece of ass, huh, Scofield?" he called out to Michael, who was walking just a few feet in front of the two.

Theodore, being behind, couldn't see the irritated look on Michael's face, neither could he see the slight eyeroll directed to him. Just you wait, he thought, as he entered the small room they were doing their 'PI duties' in.

As Michael walked in, he grabbed a metal pole that was placed with the tools, waiting for Teddy to enter the room like he owns it, before using all his force to hit him in the leg with it.

"Son of a-" Teddy grunted, falling down to his knees as Sucre entered the room, followed by the rest of the team, excluding Tweener. Michael stood above him, his finger pointed at him as he finally spoke;

"This ends right now." Michael threathened, watching as Teddy's face changed from pain to anger.

"Son of a bitch." Teddy spat, "If you think I won't call the birds on you, then you're crazier than you look." he smirked, before yelling out for the cop.

"Badge!" he screamed out, backing away as Michael kneeled beside him.

"If you wanna sing, then sing." Michael lowered so he was eye to eye with him, "But you know what I think? You don't have the guts." Michael smiled as Teddy closed his mouth shut. "You want out of here just as bad as the rest of us."

Just in that moment, a guard came in, raising an eyebrow at Teddy, who was sat on the ground as Michael kneeled beside him.

"We have a problem here?" the guard asked, looking at Michael's back, unaware of the deathly glare he was directing at Theodore.

"No." Teddy said, standing up, his leg limping, but he covered it up with a chuckle, "Just thought we was missin' some tools, that's it." he laughed, watching as the guard rolled his eyes.

"Get back to work." he ordered before exiting the room, closing the door shut behind him.

At the same moment, Michael turned towards Theodore once again, "Now," he started, getting into Theodore's face as he spoke, "You and I may be stuck in this dance, but I call the shots. First shot- that kid out there." he nodded his head outside, where Tweener awkwardly stood, looking around, unaware of the conversation that was happening inside. "You don't touch him. Ever. Do we understand each other?" Michael asked, raising an eyebrow.