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Title:
The Ultimate Sacrifice
Part XV
Author: Darkestangel
Summary: Haywire
begins to crack at the seams
Author�s Website: www.darknessprevails.com
Comments: darkestangel@darknessprevails.com
Archive: Yes, to
Prison Break archive, yes to others with permission
Warnings: crude
language, violence, non-con

Pairing:
Michael/T-bag, Michael/OMC
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: The
Pilot for now but could possibly be the entire first season if I am encouraged
to continue on with this saga.
Disclaimer: Prison
Break belongs to 20^th Century Fox and Adelstein-Parouse
Productions. I am only borrowing their characters for my own personal pleasure
and no permanent harm will come to them.
Author�s Notes:
1. I tend to write dark slash stories and this one is no
exception so consider this as a warning.
2. This is Part XV of the series and the NC-17 rating
applied to the series as a whole.
3. I have often
wondered how the show would be different if Sucre was not Michael�s cellmate. This is
totally A/U and will go against the canon of the show.
4. The focus of
this series is about the events that took place in Fox
River. I have no intentions of writing about scenes that take
place outside the prison. I will bring in the occasional visitor to the prison
that can help to keep the plot going and explain the events that our taking
place outside the prison, but don�t expect a complete retelling of all of the
events that took place in season one. The whole purpose of this story is to
focus on Michael, his plan, and the things that don�t go according to plan.

***************************************************

Michael opened up his
book to reveal the carefully hidden Allen bolt in a space in the spine of the book.
He went over to the toilet and started to unscrew the bolt at the top of the
toilet. Michael had been told the good
news about Bagwell�s injuries just an hour earlier and had set out to dig
behind the toilet. He knew that Bagwell would be pissed if he figured out that
it was he who had warned Abruzzi of the eminent attack, but he knew that
Abruzzi would keep Bagwell away from him as long as the plan continued to progress.
He should have been at least half way through the hole by now, but instead he had
just barely begun. It would take hours of non-stop digging on his part to catch
up, but with Bagwell out of the way for at least a week, he felt confident that
he could catch up.

�Open on forty-one!� Bellick commanded.

Michael stood up quickly, shoved the bolt into his pocket, and watched wearily
as the cell door opened revealing a smirking Bellick.

�Scofield, I found you a new cellie,� Brad beamed.
�As luck would have it I found him in the psych ward, and you�re the only guy
with an empty tray so��

�Psych ward,� Michael interrupted not believing that even Bellick would stoop
so low.

�You got a problem
with that?� Brad asked as he pulled out his Billy stick. �Cause if you do,
feel free to drop it in my suggestion box,� he gloated as he tapped the inner
rim of the toilet with the stick.
�Haywire, get in here,� Brad barked.

Michael watched in dread
as a scrawny sickly looking man entered the cell not sure how this was going to
play in his plans. He wondered how crazy the man was�

As if he had heard
Michael�s thoughts, Bellick offered some helpful advice, �Oh and Scofield, just
a heads up, don�t make eye contact with him.�

Michael could here
Bellick whistling in joy as he made his way down the tier, and at that moment,
there was no one in Fox River that Michael
despised more.

The haggard looking Haywire looked around at his new cell and then at his new cellmate.
Michael looked away quickly, choosing to take Bellick�s advice and not make eye
contact with the apparently emotionally disturbed man. He could here the other
man sniffing around the cell like a dog marking its territory, and he
momentarily wondered if the other man would hike up his leg and pee on the
wall. He rubbed his hand over his slick head in frustration and cradled his
head in his hands as his new cellmate came over towards him sniffing at his
uniform. In any other circumstances it would have been tragically funny, but
this newest roadblock could prove to be the one that derailed his plans
permanently. Michael didn�t even want to think about what Abruzzi would do to
him if his plan failed, and he was positive that without John�s protection, Bagwell
would reclaim his property and most likely seek revenge for his betrayal; and
that thought made Michael shudder in dread.

*********************************************************
Day Ten

�Lincoln we have a problem,� Michael informed his brother as he pretended to
rake. �I got a new cellmate.�

Lincoln wasn�t sure how things could get any worse for Michael in Fox River,
but the look on his brother�s face told him that things had definitely gotten
worse. �Who?�

Michael looked over his shoulder at the mentally depraved Haywire and frowned.

Lincoln knew Haywire by reputation, all of Fox River knew about the lunatic who
had killed his own parents, �That�s a problem.�

�We�re going to have to bring
him on board,� Michael concluded looking back over at his brother while
looking out for the guard out of the corner of his eye.

Lincoln sneered, �You don�t bring a guy like that on board.�

�Then I�ll dig at night, when he�s sleeping,� Michael reasoned not knowing how
much more he could take of Fox River and her residents.

�Ten feet Scofield,� a guard gestured towards the brothers.

Michael backed up momentarily until the guard turned his back on them and then
he stepped back up to the fence, �He has to sleep and that�s when I�ll dig.�

�And when are you supposed to sleep?� Lincoln asked in concern. Silence was his
only answer and he knew better than to push Michael on the issue. �How far
behind are we?�

Michael stabbed the ground with the rake in frustration, �Three days.�

Lincoln�s brows arched in concern, �I thought you said the margin for error was
zero days.�

�I did,� Michael simply replied turning his back abruptly on Lincoln and
walking away.

Lincoln stared at the
limping retreating figure of his brother worried that he would never have the
innocent and unassuming Michael back in his life. The last ten days had changed
Michael already; he seemed desperate and willing to do whatever it took to get
them out of Fox River, and the thought of Michael compromising his principals
and beliefs so readily disturbed Lincoln more than he cared to admit.

**************************************************

Michael rested in his
bunk waiting impatiently for Haywire to fall asleep. Despite the man�s infamous
reputation and constant mumbling, the first day and night went well, and they
had gotten along fine. They hadn�t talked to each other and Michael had refused
to look Haywire in the eyes, so that might have had something to do with the
fact that they hadn�t had any problems. Haywire wasn�t someone he had hoped to
get as a cellie, but he was better than Bagwell or
Ripper, at least he seemed to be. Of course, Michael knew that he would never
be able to let Haywire know of his plans because he couldn�t be responsible for
letting someone like Haywire back on the streets; yet, he was willing to let
someone like Abruzzi back out into the real world�something that he hated to do
but it was a necessary evil.

Convinced that enough
time had passed, Michael stood up, opened the book which housed the hidden
Allen bolt, and stooped down to the toilet to begin digging. Just as he about
to start unbolting the toilet free from the wall, he heard the squeak of
Haywire�s bedsprings, and he looked
up finding Haywire staring back down at him. �What�s your problem?�

Haywire scratched his head and rubbed at his eyes, �I�ve got a neural anatomic
lesion affecting my reticular activating system.�

Michael who prided himself on being intelligent had never heard of the
particular disorder, �What does that mean?�

Haywire looked absently at the stainless steel mirror above the toilet, �It
means I don�t sleep�at all.�

Michael wanted nothing more than to slam his head into the concrete wall in frustration
as Haywire returned to his resting position on the cot. He couldn�t believe his
dumb luck, and for the first time in nearly two weeks, he felt like giving up.
He just knew he was destined to spend the next five years in prison while
Lincoln was executed for a crime he didn�t commit, and the idea of turning
Fibonacci over to Abruzzi just to save his own neck made him sick to his
stomach; not to mention the fact, that Bagwell would be tormenting him for
years to come.

******************************************************

Bagwell rested on the infirmary cot, face bruised and
swollen, three ribs cracked, and his pride shattered. He stared up at the dingy
ceiling trying to block out the moans of a prisoner next to him who had been
given a one-way ticket down a flight of stairs on C-Block. Poor thing was
broken all over, and T-Bag wanted to feel sympathy for the shattered creature,
but all he could think about was Abruzzi and his need for revenge. Then there
was the matter of Scofield to deal with as well. He had no doubt that the
pretty con had set him up, and no one got away with that without some serious
retribution. The next time he got his hands on Scofield would be a day the
engineer would never forget, and if he was released from the infirmary within a
week as the good doctor had hinted, then his return to the cellblock would also
correspond to Ripper�s release from the SHU. Bagwell smiled and licked his dry
lips thinking of all the fun he and Ripper would have at Scofield�s expense
�Should have stayed true to me Pretty. Should have
known better than to cheat on me with that Sicilian pig, but I guess you�ll
just have to be shown the error of your ways��

*****************************************************

Day Eleven

Haywire was out for his daily psych check, and Michael
took advantage of the time to dig behind the toilet. The bolt was used to
unbolt the toilet from the wall, and then it was used to scrape
at the mortar which was connecting the cinder blocks. The scraping of the
bolt on the mortar was barely audible, and he felt confident that the
surrounding cells could not hear what he was doing. It was risky digging during
the day but he had no other choice, and he set out to get as much done as he
could with the little bit of time he had. Michael had tossed and turned all
night weighing his options, and all though he was reluctant to let a man like
Haywire out on the streets, he was beginning to wonder if he could at least let
the man in on the plan and leave him out at the last minute. It was a shitty
thing to do, to get Haywire�s hopes up believing that he would be escaping the
walls of Fox River, but it was something Michael was willing to do if it kept
the plan moving.
�Open up on forty-one,� Patterson
exclaimed.
Michael quickly placed the toilet
back in place, tucked the bolt back in the book, and turned on the tap water
pretending to be washing his face as Haywire was escorted back into their cell.
Michael heard the cell door closing and looked over his shoulder at Haywire who
seemed out of it more than usual.
Haywire jumped up on the top bunk and
started biting his nails obsessively.
Michael swallowed hard and decided to
go for it. �Haywire, you ever think about breaking out?�
Haywire snorted, �What the hell would
I do out there?�
�Not be here,� Michael reasoned
running his hands up and down his bare arms trying to control the sense of
dread squeezing at his stomach.
Haywire shrugged, �A halfway house,
psych visits, meds, checking in with the PO, urine samples, keeping a job?� Haywire
turned his head to look at Michael, �No. Why do you ask?�
Michael could hear the sarcasm
practically dripping off of Haywire�s words but he pushed on despite his
instincts telling him it was the wrong thing to do. �This guy was talking about
it in the yard yesterday. I didn�t know what to say.�
�Tell officer Bellick. He�ll make
life easy for you if�,� Haywire paused seeing Michael�s tattoos for the first
time.
�If what?� Michael prompted.
Haywire jumped off the bunk and
reached out his fingers, nearly ghosting them over Michael�s skin, �Your
tattoos��
�What about them?� Michael
interrupted feeling suddenly nervous with the other man�s close proximity.
Haywire�s eyes wandered up and down
Michael�s arms, his obsessive disorder making him look past the intricate
design, seeking something deeper, wishing that he could see through Michael�s
white t-shirt �What are they of?�
Michael reached for his long-sleeved
shirt wanting to cover the tattoos from Haywire�s observing eyes, �They�re just
tattoos.�
�Candy time Haywire,� an orderly suddenly
called from the cell door offering a small white cup filled with various
medicines.
Haywire took the offered cup still
staring at Michael even as the shirt swallowed
up the tattoos for the time being, �They think I have Schizo-affected
disorder with bipolar tendencies.�
�Think you do?� the orderly remarked
waiting for Haywire to take his pills.
�Whatever,� Haywire replied as he
swallowed the pills. �I take the pills and keep the quacks off of my back.� He
stuck out his
tongue as the orderly turned on a flashlight verifying that Haywire had
indeed swallowed the pills. �Bye now,� he remarked as
he waived off the orderly.
Once the orderly had disappeared from
sight, Haywire rushed past Michael, �Get out of my way.� He stood in front of
the toilet, gagged himself with his fingers, and promptly threw up the
undigested pills.
Michael looked on in disgust, �You
know, maybe they give you those things for a reason.�
Haywire flushed the toilet, �Yeah, to
keep me dull, to keep me in their invisible freaking handcuffs.� He wiped his
mouth off with the sleeve of his shirt. �Seriously though�those tattoos,
they�re beautiful. Do you mind if I�you know, look at the whole thing?�
Michael pulled on his blue over
shirt, �I do actually.�
�Why,� Haywire asked in obvious
confusion as the cell door opened up for afternoon Yard time.
�Does there need to be a reason?�
Michael replied stepping out of the cell as quickly as possible before Haywire
even had a chance to respond.
He walked out rapidly to the Yard
sensing that his cellie was following him. He wasn�t
sure if his paranoia of Haywire was justified or if it was a side effect of his
time with Bagwell, but he felt the need to get away from the taller man who
seemed suddenly obsessed with his tattoo. He walked into the Yard, and threw a
glance over his shoulder seeing that Haywire had indeed followed him out, but
was presently keeping his distance. Michael discreetly pulled up the sleeve on
his right forearm and looked at the tattoo called Cute Poison.
Despite everything that had worked against him over the last few days, it was
time to move onto the next part of his plan, and the Cute Poison tattoo
reminded him of all the details he needed to remember for a certain chemical
reaction.
�What�s the problem?� Abruzzi asked
walking over towards Michael.
Michael pulled down his shirt sleeve,
�Nothing I can�t handle.�
�I knew there was a problem. I could
tell by looking at you from across the Yard,� Abruzzi commented looking over
his shoulder at his Crew. �Guys didn�t I say there was a problem? What�s the
problem?�
Michael gestured his head over
towards Haywire, �You�re looking at it.�
Abruzzi looked over Michael�s
shoulder and saw the con with the wild hair knowing immediately who he was,
�What�s he got to do with your problem?�
�That�s my new cellmate,� Michael
offered seeing the look of concern instantly appearing on Abruzzi�s
face.
�That�s
a problem,� Abruzzi admitted running a hand through his greasy hair.
�He doesn�t sleep,� Michael added.
�So when do you dig?� Abruzzi asked
filled with concern over the new situation.
�I don�t,� Michael simply replied.
Abruzzi stepped up closer to Michael,
getting in the younger man�s face, �Hey, you and I are in bed now. You made me
a promise. You said that we were going to get out of here.� Abruzzi squeezed
Michael�s shoulder in
warning, �You renege now and I�m going to gut you. So you better take care
of business or I will take care of you.� Abruzzi patted Michael�s face in yet
another subtle warning, �Have a nice day.�
Michael watched Abruzzi leaving
swallowing down the fear that had once again risen from the Sicilian�s
presence. He was swimming with a great white, and he knew it was only a matter
of time before he got eaten whole. He turned back around only to find Haywire
still staring at him. He sighed in aggravation and turned back away from the
delirious man wanting nothing more than a normal cellie
who wouldn�t rape him, beat him, or make him paranoid.
******************************************
As Michael worked on the model of the
Taj Mahel in the warden�s
office, he realized that working with the small parts and obsessing over the
tedious details was therapeutic and allowed him to calm his thoughts, to push
aside all that had gone wrong thus far, and instead doing what he enjoyed most
in life; putting things together, making sense out of chaos.
�It�s really coming together isn�t
it?� Warden Pope asked pleased with Michael�s progress.
�Yes it is.� Michael replied placing
a piece into place.
�You think it�ll be done in time?�
Henry asked hopefully.
�Well I figure we still have the
interior alcoves and the palaters to do which is no
small task,� Michael replied wiping his hands on his pants, �but yes, I think
so.�
Henry looked at the other man appreciatively,
�Listen, I have to say that I really appreciate all the effort that you�re putting
into this. I wish there was some way that I could, you know, pay you or
something.�
Michael looked at the older man
poignantly, �There is something you could do for me�my cellmate.�
�Yes, the inimitable Charles Patoshick. Haywire,� Henry replied in disdain.
�Then you know?� Michael accusingly
asked.
�Hold it right
there,� Henry defended. �Officer Bellick is in charge of transfers. You�re
going to have to talk to him about that.�
Michael snorted, �I tried, but he
seems to think we�re a good match.�
The warden looked at Michael in
concern, �Has he threatened you?�
�Who, Haywire or Bellick,� Michael
sardonically asked.
�Hmm, unfortunately, unless there�s
evidence of violence or sexual predation between cellmates those kinds of
requests fall on deaf ears around here.� Henry sympathetically offered choosing
to ignore the accusation thrown Bellick�s way. �Prison systems are a little too
crowded for there to be requests based on personality. It�s not exactly Sandals
out there.�
It
seems those rules don�t apply to Bagwell or the Purity gang,� Michael thought
bitterly to himself as he was escorted out of the Warden�s office and taken
back to his cell.
***************************************
�Putting him in with Haywire is a low
blow deputy,� the warden reasoned.
Bellick�s brows arched in surprise at
the reprimand he was receiving, �What? The shrink cleared Haywire for reentry
into gen pop. Besides he�s so doped up on meds, he�s like a kitten these days.�
�A kitten who murdered his parents,�
Pope scoffed.
�With all due respect, Sir, if you
give Scofield preferential treatment, it�ll undermine your credibility,�
Bellick reasoned pissed as all hell that Scofield would go behind his back on
the matter. �Look I know you got a soft spot for the guy because he�s got
brains in his head and he�s helping you with that contraption in there but the
guys a violent criminal. He deserves punishment just as much as the rest of
these guys.�
�You have been here long enough to
know that I�m less interested in punishment then I am in rehabilitation,� Pope
replied in irritation, �and sticking him in with Haywire is not rehabilitation
in my book.�
Brad took off his hat trying to do
the best impression of a hurt
puppy that he could pull off, �Well, you delegated authority over gen pop
to me boss.�
Pope looked at his lead officer feeling
the aggravation dwindling rapidly, �I know I did.�
�Then you either got to let me do my
job or pass it onto somebody else.�
�Now Brad, go easy. There�s a reason
I�m giving you more responsibility,� Henry gently scolded moving closer to the
other man. �When I retire I�m recommending you to take my place. Don�t make me
regret it�All I�m saying is to take another look at the Scofield situation. I
trust your judgment.�
Bellick was surprised yet delighted
that the warden thought so highly of him as an officer.�Yes Sir.� He placed his
hat back on his head, excused himself from the Warden�s office, and set out to
find a certain engineer.
********************************************
Michael took a quick shower trying to
ignore the eyes that bore into him and the whispered threats coming from the
other inmates. He knew it was only a matter of time before Abruzzi or Bagwell
would have to come to his rescue if he was in Fox River much longer. The wolves
were getting restless, and he was easy prey. He wrapped a towel around his
waist and walked out to the guard area of the shower only to find Haywire
staring at him with what looked like lust in his eyes.
�It�s a pattern,� Haywire surmised
staring intently at the full torso tattoo.
Michael turned sharply away from the
other man and grabbed another towel, �What did you say?�
�Your tattoo, it�s a pattern,�
Haywire replied enthralled by the intricate pattern before his eyes.
Michael placed the extra towel on his
shoulders, covering much of the tattoo, �You�re seeing things.� He quickly walked away from the lunatic and
nearly ran into Bellick who had taken that moment to walk into the shower area,
�Excuse me Boss.�
�Scofield,� Bellick smirked allowing
the engineer to get away for the moment. He had bigger fish to fry after all, �Haywire,
do you remember what you did to get in here?�
Haywire jerked unconsciously several
times, anxious of Bellick�s question, �Not really.�
Bellick stepped closer to the
nutcase, �Now, you�re lying Charles�we both know what you did to your parents
and why, don�t we?�
Haywire�s eyes started crossing
against his will and he started twitching with the memories that assaulted him,
�I don�t want to talk about that Sir. Don�t want to talk, don�t want to
remember, don�t want to talk, no talking, no talking��
�It�s okay Haywire,� Brad comforted
the troubled man. �It just seems to me that Scofield is doing the same things
to you that your parents did to you.�
Haywire stopped mumbling and looked
directly into Bellick�s eyes, �He won�t show me, he won�t let me touch.�
�And you�re going to do something
about that, right?� Bellick smiled winking at the other man before turning to
leave the other man trapped in his own head.
**********************************************
�Won�t let me see, won�t let me
touch,� Haywire mumbled over and over again from his top bunk.
Michael had been listening to the
insufferable mumbling for over half an hour and his patience was becoming razor
thin. He spat in the sink in frustration and turned abruptly to look at the
other inmate, �You know what Haywire? I don�t think we�re going to work out and
since I got here first I think you should go.�
Haywire clutched
his pillow tightly and stopped mumbling for the time being. He slowly
turned his head and gazed upon Michael, �I crapped myself once in junior high.�
�Talk
about random,� Michael thought to himself looking back at the sink and at Haywire�s
toiletries which were arranged with precise placement and care.
�During P.E, we were playing
badminton and I knew I would have to walk past the other students to get to the
locker room and so,� Haywire began to explain not noticing that Michael had
picked up his container of toothpaste and was squeezing the
contents into the toilet. �I just started walking and I tried to make fun
of it, you know, before the other kids did. So I turned around behind me and I
said, �Look I have a tail�.
Michael finished empting Haywire�s
toothpaste into the toilet, placed the now empty container in his pants pocket,
and flushed the toilet trying to ignore everything the other man was saying.
Haywire leaned over the edge of the
bed, looked at Michael, and waited anxiously for a reply but received none. �I
just shared a secret with you�now it�s your
turn.�
�You want to know what the tattoos mean,�
Michael teasingly asked.
�Yeah,� Haywire exclaimed jumping off
his cot.
Michael turned towards the cell door
seeing Abruzzi waiting for him. �Nothing.�
Haywire sighed in anger and began
walking back and forth.
�Hey fish, you making any progress?�
John asked looking nervously over Michael�s shoulder where Haywire was pacing
back and forth.
Michael leaned in closer to Abruzzi, �You
mean with sleeping beauty back there or with the digging?�
�Either,� John replied noticing that
Haywire was now staring at them, forehead creased in anger.
�None,� Michael admitted, �but I know
what to do.�
�Sure you do, problem is, you don�t got the stugads to do it,� Abruzzi
challenged.
Michael didn�t need a Mafia
translation book to know what John was saying, and he was right�he didn�t have
the guts or the balls to take Haywire out.
�Abruzzi, let�s go,� Officer Stolte ordered as he walked past the cell.
�See you fish,� John offered as he
went off to his own cell leaving Michael alone with an unstable Haywire.
Michael took one look at the taller
man who was staring hard enough to burn holes through him and thought it best to
turn back around and hang onto the cell bars. For the first time in two days,
Michael was seeing the side of Haywire that everyone else had warned him about.
The other man appeared to be foaming at the mouth and grinding his teeth
together. Something had set him off and now Michael had to deal with him.
�Won�t let me see, won�t let me
touch,� Haywire started mumbling once again. �Says no, not nice to me.�
Michael continued hanging onto the
bars, taking quick glimpses over his shoulder at the other man who was
continuing to mumble; fidget with his hair, scratch at his face, and Michael didn�t
know how to react to someone who was so obviously emotionally unstable.
Feeling ignored yet again, Haywire
turned to his
toiletries and immediately noticed something was missing, �Hey! Have you
seen my toothpaste? It was right here.�
Michael shrugged, �Haven�t
seen it.�
�I always put it in the same place,�
Haywire reasoned knowing that the other man was lying to him�just like his
parents did.
�I�m sure it�ll turn up,� Michael stated
non-chalantly looking up to the upper tier at Abruzzi who was staring back.
Haywire stared into the stainless
steel mirror at his contorted
reflection and at Michael�s smaller frame hanging onto the bars. He
clenched his fists tightly and saw murder in his eyes when he thought of the
way Scofield had treated him over the last two days. �Tell me no again�lie to me again, push me away again,� Haywire
challenged the other man inside his own head, �and I want my damn toothpaste back!�
**********************************

Okay, I know�you waited forever for an update and there
wasn�t any sex or real violence, but this one took me over eight hours to write
and its 13 pages long. Also, as you know, I am a big believer in plot, building
suspense, and leaving my readers wanting more, so I hope you understand. The next
part will have Haywire going all crazy on Michael, and the return of T-Bag and
Ripper will begin to unfold as well. The next part is already gotten quite a
bit written, so I�m hoping it won�t be too long on the next part.

Feedback is appreciated and motivating�Leave LJ feedback HERE if
you wish or email me�
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