Crashing (Serial)

[foxtrotbravo]

Have you had any of your fiction published ? If not, why not, cos it's brilliant stuff.

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I used to write original stuff but I was never happy with it so I ended up on fanfiction lol. Thanks

[daisyp]

Oh yak - surely there isn't going to be a rear door entrance!!!

[rebeccag]

this is great AP ^_^. Keep it up

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I have never heard the phrase "oh yak" before

Thanks Rebecca

[Dingley]

Awww that is going to hurt when he wake up! Poor Michael, another two fanastic chapters AP. Keep up the great work!

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thanks lassie!

[Lostie]

Aww, poor Michael Good work AP ;D

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Right, I'm sticking to my schedule (just) and the final line is terrible becaues I couldn't think of an ending but here goes...

Chapter Seven

“Michael?” Michael’s eyes fluttered open, met with blurriness that couldn’t distinguish where the voice was coming from, “Michael?” Determining that it was from somewhere above him he attempted to sit up, pain shooting through his body causing him to lie down onto his stomach again, watching the vision clear so that Sara came into view. “Can you here me?”

“Sara? What happened?”

She turned away from him, rearranging things into shelves and drawers, “you don’t remember?”

“All I remember is T-Bag; he said that he’d knock me out and then I ended up here,” he thought for a moment, “oh god, did he…?”

“Yes.” He couldn’t work out why her voice was so different to what he was used to, it was colder, more clinical. “You’ll be able to go back into your cell in a few minutes; I’ve done your stitches while you were unconscious...”

“Sara?”

“…you were quite lucky really, you got off a lot lighter than most of his conquests…”

“Sara?”

“…but I’d recommend that you don’t engage in any more ‘activities’ for a while until you have time to heal…”

“Sara?”

“What Scofield?”

The harshness of the shouted question knocked him aback, making him forget what he had meant to say and he stared at her as she stopped sorting meaningless items, folding her arms across her stomach to look back at him. In an effort to remove the silence he said the first thing that came into his head, “it’s not Michael anymore?”

“There is no Michael and Sara; there’s only Scofield and Doctor Tancredi.”

“Sara…”

“Doctor Tancredi. What do you want?”

“I don’t know.” The silence resumed, eventually punctured by a sudden realization, “Lincoln.”

Sara looked away from him, keeping her arms locked, “I know; I’m sorry but that doesn’t change what you did.”

“What I did?”

“Are you seriously telling me that I wasn’t part of your plan Scofield? I doubt you even had diabetes.”

“I do,” he wasn’t sure why he was lying, he just knew that he wanted to hold onto something that was familiar, he’d already lost Lincoln and Sara and Sucre were the only other people he got to have regular contact with. He’d been receiving his shots in solitary from Nurse Katie, never getting a chance to interact with Sara, pushing her to the back of his mind and assuming that he held the same position in hers.

“I’m testing you for that tomorrow. If you’re not diabetic then I don’t expect to see you back in here unless you’ve been ripped apart and I hope to god that that happens.”

“Sara?” He’d never known her to be like this and he eased himself off from the examination table, trying not to feel queasy at noticing the blood remnants on the sheet. “I know this isn’t like you, just talk to me.” He reached out, his fingertips grazing against her arm and, making eye contact with her, he gently began to prise her arms apart from each other, “please just talk to me.”

“Is everything okay in here Doctor?”

Sara broke the contact with a self-conscious cough and stepped backwards from Michael, “everything’s fine Officer Bellick.”

“And Scofield, he okay to go back to genpop?” Sara nodded and Michael looked behind him to Bellick, feeling his stomach churn as Bellick’s eyes flickered across the stained sheet. He took Michael forcibly by the arm and led him out of the door, not giving him a chance to say goodbye to Sara.

“You know you’ll sure have a lot of admirers back in the cells after they’ve seen just what a supple body you have.”

“I’m telling Pope.” He felt pain flash through him again and he was pushed back against the corridor wall.

“Nothing we could have done, it was over before we even saw what was happening. And you know Teddy; he’s a wild beast, hard to reign in once he gets going.”

“You knew exactly what was going on.”

“And that’ll teach you not to mess with me again, because if you do, you’ll get acquainted with a nice man who goes by the nickname of Avocado. And I’m sure Tweener can tell you what fun that’ll be,” there was a twinkling in Bellick’s eyes and Michael found himself wondering for a moment why such an emphasis had been made on Tweener’s name but he ignored it as he was shoved down the corridor.

“Home sweet home,” Michael walked back into his cell, thankful that Pope had let him keep Sucre as a cellmate, despite moving them to another tier and another side of the room. “And just you remember our little conversation.” Bellick shouted for the gate to be closed and, smirking, walked away, leaving Michael to attempt sitting down again.

“You probably want to lie on your stomach for a while, I heard it hurts less.” He obeyed Sucre, trying to keep his eyes from wandering out of the cell and to the other inmates.

“He should have stopped it right? Bellick, one of the CO’s? They should have stopped it?”

“Yeah; but you showed all of them up, there was no way he was just going to let it slide.”

“He still isn’t. Next foot I put out of line I’m changing cells.”

“T-Bag’s?”

“Avocado’s.”

“Oh.” Despite himself, Michael began laughing, “what’s so funny?”

“Sorry, just thinking about how we’re talking about who might rape me like I used to talk about buying a suit two months ago.”

“Never much of a suit wearer myself.”

“You spoken to Maricruz yet?” He didn’t want to ask the question but it was the only thing besides Lincoln that he had thought about in solitary. He had put Sucre’s kindness pre-sentencing down to being in shock, had expected him to be furious when he had had more of a chance to think about what had happened but it hadn’t happened. He was still behaving like Sucre.

“Not yet, phoning her tomorrow morning.” He laughed, warmer than Michael had done, “I probably made the papers, I can show the article to my baby when I get out, show it how much I sacrificed just to be with it.”

“What about Hector?”

“Trust me Michael, if it’s the last thing I do, that man isn’t gonna be raising my baby.” Sucre’s tone had changed, tinted with a venom that Michael wasn’t used to hearing and he suddenly felt worried, wondering if Sucre was going to remain as calm as he appeared to be.

[soulonfire]

I shall echo Losties "Poor Michael" comment.
Nicely written though. =)

[Lostie]

That's good AP! I'm going to say it again lol poor Michael.. And evil Sucre eh?

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Much as I love Good Sucre he has to be evil sometimes!

Thanks you guys - does anyone know how the Micheal and Sara scene went? That was what I was most worried about writing (I don't tend to write relationship stuff lol)

[Dingley]

Awww "poor michael". What will happen to him now? Are the guards out to get him too!? Great work AP. Love this series!

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Chapter Eight

The first thing Sucre heard after opening his eyes was a guard screaming that it was yard time and he sat up, stretching and cursing the fact that he’d overslept and that he didn’t even have enough time to clean his teeth. Swinging his legs against the edge of the bed he jumped off the top bunk, poking a still and silent Michael.

“Yard time, gotta wake up now.”

“I’m not asleep.”

“Coulda fooled me,” he looked away from Michael as he stood up, not wanting to have to interact with him. Even thinking about cutting ties made him feel guilty but he was worried what would happen if he remained Michael’s friend. The man was gathering enemies faster than he realised and in a gangland culture, if your associate had enemies you had them as well.

Michael walked out of the cell first, visibly flinching at the few catcalls he received and Sucre felt his stomach sink even further, he had tried to stop them attacking Michael but the moment he had been grabbed he had stopped fighting, he hadn’t wanted to risk his own health to help Michael. Sighing, he trotted a few steps to catch up to his cellmate, forcing himself to greet him.

“Morning yourself.”

“You feeling any better now?”

“I’m fine. Thanks for asking.”

The answer was obviously a lie and Sucre couldn’t stop himself from lying back, “of course I asked, we’re friends.”

Thankfully he managed to escape away from Michael and in the queue for the phones, with only C-Note standing in front of him. He tried to look nonchalant but he couldn’t help overhearing the conversation.

“I’m sorry baby; I just wanted to get home for you… I know but what was I supposed to tell you? You married a military man, not a convict… yes I was in the army… dishonourable discharge because I wouldn’t keep quiet about what I saw… hey it’s the truth… no, don’t hang up… no, wait… baby just listen to me…”

Sucre heard the dial tone appear and saw C-Note’s face twist with anger and fury. Slamming the phone down, C-Note turned to look at him and Sucre found himself unconsciously stepping backwards, accidentally stomping onto another inmate’s foot and being shoved forwards again. “You tell your friend that he’ll wish what T-Bag did was all he had to go through.”

“Aye, sure,” the promise seemed to placate C-Note and Sucre held his breath as the man stalked away, before picking up the phone himself.

“Hello?”

“Maricruz?” He couldn’t manage to keep the excitement out of his voice as he heard her, “please don’t hang up.”

“Sucre?”

He moved closer to the phone box, trying to control the smile that was breaking across his face, “it’s me.”

“The paper’s said that you were trying to escape…”

“I was doing it for you, for our baby, I don’t want Hector raising it.”

“Sucre…”

“Please don’t hang up.” He wasn’t sure what he expected to happen by repeating the same plea over again but he didn’t know what else to say.

“Things have moved on with me and Hector. After I found out that you tried to escape I got scared, he was comforting.”

“You were scared of me?”

“I’m sorry, I have to go.” The dial tone reappeared and Sucre felt his fists clench, biting down on his tongue to stop from screaming. Spinning around and almost colliding into the inmate behind him he looked around the yard, quickly spotting what he was looking for.

Michael was standing by himself, arms pressed tightly around his own waist, eyes darting to any figure that moved, looking like a lost sheep and Sucre fought the urge to walk over and make him pay for what Maricruz had said before he realised that he hadn’t yet decided whether he was breaking ties with Michael or not. Plus, with C-Note charging towards Michael, Sucre knew that he didn’t want to be anywhere near him.

[soulonfire]

ooooh,dramarama!