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Category:
M through R › Prison Break
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,432
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
Prison Break and all related elements and characters are copyright Paul Scheuring, 20th Century Fox Television and Adelstein-Parouse Productions. This is a fan story in no way affiliated with it. I make no profit from these writings.
Chapter 2
*****
“Yuh alright, Pretty? Causin’ such a stir and whatnot,” T-Bag murmured. He grabbed Michael’s chin and scrutinized the dried blood crusting along his nostrils.
With a heated glower Jason batted T-Bag’s hands away. “You’re smothering him.”
“Well, yuh’re smotherin’ me,” he hissed, crossly.
“Hey boys,” a voice reprimanded, “Let me take a look at our patient now that the Scrub Thugs are busy,” Alex rasped. Now that Michael could get a better look at the man, he seemed to be the Medical T-Bag was tussling with earlier.
“You two know this guy,” Michael asked, warily.
T-Bag gave a toothy grin at Alex. “This here Pretty, is Officer Alexander Mahone.”
Michael looked at Alex incredulously, “Officer?”
Alex put a hand out for Michael to shake, “Yes, Chicago’s Finest,” he smiled as they shook hands firmly, “So…Pretty,” Alex asked with a raised brow.
Jason laughed. “You know T-Bag. He just /had/ to give Michael his own nickname.”
Alex was evidently in his early forties, attractive for his age, with lightly freckled skin and sandy colored hair. He crouched down closer to Michael and examined his grey eyes closely. “As you can probably tell, I’m Medical,” he said, distractedly.
Michael had noticed. Although Alex was good-looking, he was rather gaunt and pallid. “What’s wrong with you, if you don’t mind me asking,” Michael uttered reticently.
“Severely weakened immune system brought on from a great deal of self prescribed medication,” he replied without pause, “They say I have anywhere from now to a few years to live.”
Jason and Michael gave him poignant looks as T-Bag leant back against a cement wall enervated. T-Bag viewed Michael from the corner of a dark brown eye when he thought no one was looking and his eyes connected with Michael’s.
To make the conversation more light-hearted Jason gave a small smirk at Michael, chatting, “You know, when Alex arrived here, he was the hardest guy to get along with, now he’s stuck to us like glue.”
T-Bag snickered. “Yeah, 5-O’s a real piece of work. I don’ know what we’d do without ‘im though.”
Alex slapped him upside the head playfully earning a frown back. “Careful T-Bag, the others might think you’ve grown fond of me. What would remain of your reputation then,” he said teasingly.
T-Bag glared mischievously. “Well, then maybe you should grab a hold of my pocket. No one would question me then.”
“Very funny, you don’t even have any pockets,” Alex said further, scoffing.
“Even if I did, I would’ve asked for Pretty to hold it.” T-Bag grinned wickedly at Michael.
“T that isn’t funny,” Jason scorned. He glanced at Michael and T-Bag briefly with a melancholic countenance.
“’Member what I said ‘bout you smotherin’ me,” he snarled. He looked to Alex, “Come on, 5-O, we’ve got some business with a certain Sicilian.” T-Bag and Alex stood, T-Bag with a fierce face and Alex with a troubled one.
Michael and Jason watched as the other men made their way through the crowd in Pen. “God, I can’t stand it,” Jason’s jaw tightened. “I think T has a crush on you,” Jason whispered. “I’ve never seen him flirting with anyone before.” He rubbed his brow, “Well, besides…”
“You,” Michael finished. “How can you even take that?”
“He /does/ care for me,” Jason reinforced, “We just don’t get along as well as we used to. And you…you’re young and new and pretty. It doesn’t help that you act so vulnerable.”
“I’m acting vulnerable?” Michael clenched his fists. “I’m sick, okay? I can’t believe you even said that!”
“Then maybe you should stop making eyes at him, okay? ‘Cause he’s mine,” Jason shouted. A number of Prison and Medical stared.
Michael got to his feet hastily. “I’m not doing anything and I think you’re being absurd. I can’t even believe I thought I could get to know any of you.” Michael was bumping Medical and Prison as he made his way through the mass, irritably.
“Wait, Michael I didn’t…” Jason let his reaching arm fall to his lap. He rose and followed Michael into the pack.
They weaved through the throng of people, Michael farther ahead than Jason, till Jason couldn’t see Michael’s cropped black hair anymore.
Jason stilled himself in the crowd and several other men smacked into his shoulders gauchely on their route. He was alone now, and so too would be Michael.
*****
“Yuh alright, Pretty? Causin’ such a stir and whatnot,” T-Bag murmured. He grabbed Michael’s chin and scrutinized the dried blood crusting along his nostrils.
With a heated glower Jason batted T-Bag’s hands away. “You’re smothering him.”
“Well, yuh’re smotherin’ me,” he hissed, crossly.
“Hey boys,” a voice reprimanded, “Let me take a look at our patient now that the Scrub Thugs are busy,” Alex rasped. Now that Michael could get a better look at the man, he seemed to be the Medical T-Bag was tussling with earlier.
“You two know this guy,” Michael asked, warily.
T-Bag gave a toothy grin at Alex. “This here Pretty, is Officer Alexander Mahone.”
Michael looked at Alex incredulously, “Officer?”
Alex put a hand out for Michael to shake, “Yes, Chicago’s Finest,” he smiled as they shook hands firmly, “So…Pretty,” Alex asked with a raised brow.
Jason laughed. “You know T-Bag. He just /had/ to give Michael his own nickname.”
Alex was evidently in his early forties, attractive for his age, with lightly freckled skin and sandy colored hair. He crouched down closer to Michael and examined his grey eyes closely. “As you can probably tell, I’m Medical,” he said, distractedly.
Michael had noticed. Although Alex was good-looking, he was rather gaunt and pallid. “What’s wrong with you, if you don’t mind me asking,” Michael uttered reticently.
“Severely weakened immune system brought on from a great deal of self prescribed medication,” he replied without pause, “They say I have anywhere from now to a few years to live.”
Jason and Michael gave him poignant looks as T-Bag leant back against a cement wall enervated. T-Bag viewed Michael from the corner of a dark brown eye when he thought no one was looking and his eyes connected with Michael’s.
To make the conversation more light-hearted Jason gave a small smirk at Michael, chatting, “You know, when Alex arrived here, he was the hardest guy to get along with, now he’s stuck to us like glue.”
T-Bag snickered. “Yeah, 5-O’s a real piece of work. I don’ know what we’d do without ‘im though.”
Alex slapped him upside the head playfully earning a frown back. “Careful T-Bag, the others might think you’ve grown fond of me. What would remain of your reputation then,” he said teasingly.
T-Bag glared mischievously. “Well, then maybe you should grab a hold of my pocket. No one would question me then.”
“Very funny, you don’t even have any pockets,” Alex said further, scoffing.
“Even if I did, I would’ve asked for Pretty to hold it.” T-Bag grinned wickedly at Michael.
“T that isn’t funny,” Jason scorned. He glanced at Michael and T-Bag briefly with a melancholic countenance.
“’Member what I said ‘bout you smotherin’ me,” he snarled. He looked to Alex, “Come on, 5-O, we’ve got some business with a certain Sicilian.” T-Bag and Alex stood, T-Bag with a fierce face and Alex with a troubled one.
Michael and Jason watched as the other men made their way through the crowd in Pen. “God, I can’t stand it,” Jason’s jaw tightened. “I think T has a crush on you,” Jason whispered. “I’ve never seen him flirting with anyone before.” He rubbed his brow, “Well, besides…”
“You,” Michael finished. “How can you even take that?”
“He /does/ care for me,” Jason reinforced, “We just don’t get along as well as we used to. And you…you’re young and new and pretty. It doesn’t help that you act so vulnerable.”
“I’m acting vulnerable?” Michael clenched his fists. “I’m sick, okay? I can’t believe you even said that!”
“Then maybe you should stop making eyes at him, okay? ‘Cause he’s mine,” Jason shouted. A number of Prison and Medical stared.
Michael got to his feet hastily. “I’m not doing anything and I think you’re being absurd. I can’t even believe I thought I could get to know any of you.” Michael was bumping Medical and Prison as he made his way through the mass, irritably.
“Wait, Michael I didn’t…” Jason let his reaching arm fall to his lap. He rose and followed Michael into the pack.
They weaved through the throng of people, Michael farther ahead than Jason, till Jason couldn’t see Michael’s cropped black hair anymore.
Jason stilled himself in the crowd and several other men smacked into his shoulders gauchely on their route. He was alone now, and so too would be Michael.
*****