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Savior	By : SereneKim Category: M through R > Prison Break Views: 1689 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Do not own Prison Break, Alex Mahone, Michael Scofield or any other PB characters. But Jocelyn is mine. I am in no way affiliated with the show or writers. I in no way make any profit from this story or those involved with the show.

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   Sona was beyond horrid. Men were covered in mud and feces, some clinging to life by a mere thread. Many had to prove themselves worthy just to get any food or water. Dried blood was splattered over almost every surface and a violent fight, where only one man would leave alive, broke out almost every day. Everyone had to look out for himself here. Except for Lechero. He was the boss around here, the dictator. He approved of the fights that occurred if there was good cause for them. But it seemed he always approved them because the fights were entertaining to all prisoners and Lechero himself. Here in Sona they needed all the entertainment they could get.
   Jocelyn Strafford strolled through Sona, a woman undercover, on a mission to keep an eye on former FBI agent, and now one of America’s most wanted criminals, Alexander Mahone. She wasn’t an FBI agent herself nor did she work for that heinous company that had made Alex do the terrible things he had done. She was a simple court reporter who had been minding her own business when Alex’s former FBI partner Felicia Lang had approached her out in the parking lot of the Chicago field office and asked her to go in undercover to keep an eye on Alex. Agent Lang said that she wanted someone on the inside--though why she had chosen a woman Jocelyn would never know--to make certain that no harm befell Alex while he was trapped in Sona. The FBI needed him alive and unharmed to testify against The Company in court and to confess to his own crimes.
   Alex wasn’t to know about her until she’d had time to study him from afar. That was Jocelyn’s own personal choice. She was going to study all of his mannerisms and habits; his nervous ticks; the way he watched the people around him; everything. Alex had always been a fascinating man to her ever since she had been hired several years ago to work at the Chicago FBI field office as their official court reporter. At that time, Alex had been at the top of the totem pole, so to speak. She’d never spoken to him personally or been introduced to him, so she wasn’t worried that he was going to recognize her.
   Jocelyn had only ever seen Alex once, though she had caught several glimpses of him through windows. He had been racing down the hall in a hurry, talking loudly on his cell phone. He’d literally bumped into her, sending her careening to the floor on her ass. He had issued a quick apology to her over his shoulder, not looking back once to see if she was hurt or not. But she hadn’t minded. It had been worth getting run over to see Alex’s handsome visage in person, even for only thirty seconds. It was like getting to see one’s favorite idol--i.e., an actor or sports hero--in person.
   Jocelyn swiped at the sweat that beaded on her forehead as she strolled along the ground floor of Sona, making sure to stay hidden in the shadows as much as she could. Her shoulder-length brown hair was piled on top of her head under the black baseball cap she wore, her breasts well hidden beneath the loose male T-shirt that hung down to mid-thigh, also black. Her khaki pants were a bit tighter, clinging to her curvaceous backside, but fortunately the T-shirt covered that part of her anatomy as well.
   She came to a stop between two pillars and leaned against the pillar to her left, scanning the courtyard for any sign of Alex.
   Or even Michael Scofield for that matter. She knew he was stuck in here as well. Jocelyn had been following his story on the news and in the papers ever since he’d escaped from Fox River, as had the rest of the country. And she had become even more interested in him when she’d learned that Alex was on his trail. Actually, Alex had been rather obsessed with catching him, going over every little detail of Michael’s life and his body art. Jocelyn had done her research on Alex just as well as Alex had done his on Michael.
   Jocelyn’s eyes narrowed on the lean figure that walked out into the courtyard at that moment wearing a long-sleeved gray shirt and blue jeans. His head remained shaved from his time in the Fox River Penitentiary, so Michael Scofield was easy to recognize. Jocelyn thought that he must be burning up in that shirt with the bright sun shining sweltering heat on the prison and all of its inmates. But she knew he wore it to keep his tattooed arms covered. Otherwise he would stand out even more than he wanted to.
   Jocelyn watched from the shadows as Michael glanced around, observing his surroundings with distaste and irritability. There were sweat stains beneath his arms and on the front and back of his shirt as he paced in a slow circle, as though he were looking for someone in particular. After a full circle, Michael stopped, his eyes landing on something, or someone, above him.
   Jocelyn followed his line of vision to the second story and she nearly stumbled forward in nervous surprise, her pulse suddenly racing. Sitting on the ledge of the second floor with his arms folded over his chest and his left leg resting haphazardly on the ledge was Alex, watching Michael as Michael watched him. She could see that he was trembling despite the heat and Jocelyn knew that he needed his medicine, his Veratril. He’d begun taking it years ago when The Company had gotten to him and had gotten used to taking at least two pills a day, more when he was under a lot of stress or tormenting himself with what he had done.
   After a moment, Michael looked away and started walking in her direction, ignoring her and all the other prisoners who watched him as he passed.
   Jocelyn turned her attention back to Alex, who remained leaning forward against the ledge, his eyes watching Michael until he was out of sight and Alex could no longer see him.

   Someone was watching him. He could feel it. Fifteen years in the FBI had trained him to be aware of every pair of eyes around him, along with all the sounds and all the smells. And right now Alex was damn sure that there was a pair of eyes on him now, watching his every move.
   Alex scanned the courtyard carefully, observing every individually passive face until his eyes locked with a pair of blue ones watching him non-so-subtly from across the courtyard. It was a young boy with striking facial features and pale skin, wearing an almost identical outfit to the one Alex himself was wearing.
   Who the hell was this guy? And why the hell was he watching him? Alex already knew he was going to have to watch his back. After all, this was prison. It was every man for himself unless he had someone watching out for him. Alex did not.

   Oh god, he’d spotted her. Alex’s eyes were boring straight into hers with a heated intensity that made Jocelyn inwardly shudder with repressed longing. He was studying her the way she was studying him, clearly curious as to why someone like her would be interested in someone like him.
   Jocelyn adjusted the hat on her head with her left hand, her eyes still glued to Alex’s, before she turned and began to stride away, confident that, for the moment at least, Alex was perfectly safe and sound.

   Alex leapt off the ledge when the boy who’d been watching him quickly turned and walked away. He cursed and began to shove people out of his way as he kept the boy in his sights, determined to confront him and discover just why, exactly, he’d been watching him. Curiosity had always been one of Alex’s flaws and with nothing else to keep him occupied in prison, this boy was no exception.
   He nearly panicked when the boy disappeared into the dark corridor on the first floor, but that panic was short-lived when the boy came into sight again a few seconds later walking up the stairs to the second floor. Alex noticed that he was walking fast, hoping to lose anyone who might be tailing him.
   Alex smiled to himself. His first real smile in weeks. Whoever this guy was, he wasn’t stupid.

   Jocelyn moved quickly through the second floor hallway, relieved it wasn’t very crowded at this time of day. She passed by Lechero’s room, grateful he was too busy entertaining his lady to be out to question her as he did every day. He was the only one here who knew she was a woman sent to keep an eye on a special prisoner, though he didn’t know which one. He didn’t know why she was sent in for whoever the prisoner was and she knew he didn’t care just so long as she didn’t cause any trouble and her gender wasn’t exposed, which would undoubtedly cause trouble.
   Jocelyn reached the room Lechero had given to her at the far end of the corridor, only five feet from Sammy’s, one of Lechero’s favored men. She pulled out the silver key and slid it into the lock on the door. She had to keep her room locked because Lang had provided her with a great many provisions that the people here would kill to have.
   Jocelyn pushed the door open and quickly stepped inside, moving fast to close it behind her. But just before it slid into place in the jam, a large male hand gripped the side of the door and pushed against it.
Jocelyn pushed back, knowing that it was futile. Alex was on the other side of the door and he was ten times stronger than she could ever hope to be. And from the way he was pushing forcefully against the door, she could tell that he was determined to get in. And whenever Alex Mahone was determined on something, he was almost always successful.
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