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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.

Chapter List
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AN: I know a lot of stuff in this story, especially this chapter, won't make sense. But...it's pretty crucial to the story line, so...

Again, I have no affiliation with the show, actors, producers, or anything else. Jocelyn is mine and mine alone.



   After about a minute of useless struggling to close the door and keep Alex out, Jocelyn decided to give up and fell back onto the floor as Alex slammed the door wide against the wall and strolled in. His eyes briefly scanned over her and Jocelyn resisted the urge to tremble under that scorching look.

   Alex turned and surveyed the room. He openly admired the mini-fridge and the food supply on the table next to her bed, which was draped in cotton sheets. There was a second twin bed across from it with a few binders on top of the extra bed and a small shower in the left corner of the room. If he decided to poke around and search through one of those binders, he’d find several articles and pictures of himself.

   “Well. Isn’t this a nice little set-up you have here,” Alex muttered before coming to a stop directly in front of where she still sat sprawled upon the floor. “You mind telling me why you were watching me?”

   Jocelyn decided to attempt playing off her innocence in the futile hope that he would believe her, despite her pounding heart at the fact that she was face-to-face with her idol. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, sir, but I don’t like the way you’ve invaded my private quarters.”

   In all honesty, Jocelyn wouldn’t mind if he truly invaded her private quarters. She’d fantasized about him for years, after all.

   “Don’t you bullshit me,” Alex replied in a high tone of voice. “I am an expert myself at spying on people, so don’t think I don’t know when I’m being spied on!” His voice grew louder, almost yelling, at that point. “So I ask again: why were you watching me?”

   Jocelyn gulped nervously and slowly stood to her feet. “Fine.” She spoke in as deep a voice as she could muster. She would tell him everything but the truth of her gender. “I was sent undercover to make sure nothing happened to you, to prevent you from being harmed.”

   Alex’s eyes narrowed. “What? You were sent here to keep an eye on me? Who would send you and why would you need to make sure nothing happened to me?”

   “Agent Lang sent me. She really cares about you, you know.”

   “Why would she send you? She works for the FBI. They would rather leave me to rot in this hellhole than to ensure my safety.”

   “True, but they do want you alive with little head trauma because they’re going to retrieve you at some point so you can testify against The Company and they need your recollection to be as clear and concise as possible.”

   Alex’s eyes narrowed once again. “How do you know about The Company?” His gaze raked her slim figure. “Are you even an FBI agent? I don’t recall ever having seen you in the office.”

   “No. That’s why they sent me. So that you wouldn’t get suspicious.”

   “It’s a little late for that.”

   “I know. I knew I would slip up and that you would notice me eventually because you’re too smart not to. I just didn’t think I would screw up so soon.”

   “Well, you did. And how the hell am I to trust a frail boy like you to watch my back? I doubt you can even watch your own.”

Jocelyn tilted her head to the side to observe him. “You’re not supposed to trust me. You’re not even supposed to know about me. I’m just supposed to make certain no one tries to kill you or rape you.” Jocelyn smirked, but beneath the surface she was a mass of trembling nerves. “Those were Lang’s explicit orders. You know, I think she may be in love with you.”

   “And what’s in it for you?”

   “Why does there have to be anything in it for me? I was practically pulled off the street to come watch over you. Almost like a silent savior of sorts.”

   “A silent savior.” Alex chuckled humorlessly. “And they practically pulled you off the street.”

   Alex moved quickly, gripping her throat with his left hand as he pushed her backwards until she hit the wall. “Why are you here? There has to be a reason you agreed to this crazy plan. No one, not even a savior, does things for free.”

   Jocelyn grunted against the pressure on her throat. “Okay, I’ll tell you. But loosen your hold first.”

   Alex searched her eyes and, seeing nothing alarming, he slowly removed his hand. “All right. Now tell me why you agreed to ‘looking out for me,’ as you put it.”

   Jocelyn cracked her neck a few times before speaking. “The reason I agreed to do this is because I admire you.”

   That statement caught Alex slightly off-guard. “What? You admire me?”

   “Well, I admire the things you did as a federal agent, not what you did for The Company. But I do understand the circumstances that had you doing those things for them.”

   “How, exactly, do you know what I did if you don’t work for the FBI or The Company?”

   “I did my research well. Like I said, I admire you. You’re one of my biggest role models, surprising as that may be.”

   Alex stared her down, trying to assess what was going through her mind. That’s what he did. He observed people. He read them like books. But ever since she was a child Jocelyn had perfected the ability to keep her face neutral, not allowing a single expression to slip if she could help it.

   “You did research on me?” Alex finally asked.

   “Yes. Just like you did on Michael Scofield. You interest me, Mr. Mahone. I wanted to know everything there was to know about you.” She pointed to the binders on the extra bed. “I jotted down everything I learned and put it into those binders there.”

   Alex glanced at the bed and then back at Jocelyn before he strode over to the bed, picked up the binder that lay on top, and began to leaf through it. After he’d looked through the first five pages, he looked back up at her.

   “Well, you certainly did your homework.”

   “I learned from the best.”

   “I’m flattered and, quite frankly, a little creeped out.” Still holding the black binder, Alex sat down on the edge of the bed across from Jocelyn’s and continued to flip through the pages. There were hundreds of pages about him, including photographs and interviews, and Alex found himself fascinated by the fact that someone could be so fascinated by him.

   Jocelyn gulped nervously as she slowly sank down onto her bed across from him, watching him quietly as he went through all the pages of his own life.

   After about twenty minutes of silent page turning, Alex shut the binder and looked back up at Jocelyn. “This is very impressive.”

   Jocelyn’s eyes fell on Alex’s trembling left hand in concern. “How long has it been since you last took your Veratril?”

   Alex’s head shot up. “You know about...” Alex cut himself off with a laugh. “Of course you know. You’ve been doing research on me for God knows how long.”

   Jocelyn ignored the scathing undertone in his voice and leaned to her right, grabbed her large blue bag off the floor, and pulled it up onto her lap. She unsnapped the front pocket and reached in to pull out a plastic bag that contained about fifty white circular pills. She bounced the bag in her hand for a minute before she tossed the bag to Alex.

   Alex was only slightly surprised when he glanced down to find a full bag of Veratril in his lap. This guy--whom Alex was strongly starting to suspect wasn’t a man at all, but a woman--really had gone all out for him. If this small slip of a ‘man’ were a woman, it would certainly make this whole situation a bit less creepy.

   “There’s some water in the fridge,” Jocelyn informed him as she set her bag back on the floor next to the bed.

Alex could usually swallow the pills without liquid, but his mouth was so dry and he was feeling very dehydrated already, so he stood to his feet and walked over to the fridge. He pulled it open and grabbed a cold bottle of water, tossed two pills into his mouth, uncapped the water and took a swallow, throwing his head back to ingest the pills. He then swallowed down about half the bottle before his eyes fell on the shower in the corner.

   “You mind if I borrow your shower? I’m feeling like a fucking hobo here.”

   “Go ahead.” Jocelyn stood up. “I’ll give you your privacy.”

   “Actually, I’d rather you stayed.”

   Jocelyn’s eyes widened and she hoped Alex couldn’t hear her suddenly racing heart. “Why?”

   “I want to keep talking.” Alex reached down and slowly pulled his T-shirt over his head, carefully observing the way ‘his’ cheeks suddenly turned pink at the sight of his bare, muscular chest.

   “You...” Jocelyn swallowed nervously, trying to keep herself from staring openly at Alex’s ripped abdomen and bulging biceps. “Can’t we just talk after you take a shower?”

   Alex chuckled as he moved towards the shower and turned the nozzle on. “What’s the problem? We’re just a couple of guys here, right? I’d like to hear exactly how you found out all this information about me and exactly what it is you do know.”

   “I’m not real comfortable being around another naked man.”

   “Why not? You a homophobe?” Alex stuck his hand beneath the running water of the shower to check the temperature. It was a good temperature: slightly cold because he’d been sweating in the blistering sun all day but still held a touch of warmth so as not to freeze his gonads off.

   Jocelyn quickly averted her eyes when Alex pulled down the zipper on his khaki pants. She had no idea what kind of underwear he wore or if he went commando--she hadn’t researched him that thoroughly--but she couldn’t find out like this. Her cheeks were already aflame from just seeing his naked chest. If she saw anything else, she was afraid she would blow her cover.

   “Of course I’m not a homophobe,” Jocelyn replied. “I just don’t think it’s appropriate for a man to be naked with another man. Especially in prison.”

   Alex chuckled, nearly bursting into a full bout of laughter at her reply. There was no doubt at all in his mind now that she was a woman. No man, not even a gay one (for the most part) would go around talking about something being inappropriate. They’d either admit to being a homophobe, attracted to the other guy who was about to get naked, or say they didn’t want to see the man’s junk. And they would not be blushing either.

   Alex stepped out of his boxers, keeping his smile to himself as she quickly turned to stare at the opposite wall. He deliberately took his time pulling open the tattered shower curtain and stepping inside, slowly pulling the curtain closed behind him. The curtain only reached the lower half portion of his upper bicep, leaving his shoulders and part of his back exposed.

   “Um, I need to go for a walk,” Jocelyn said and quickly started walking towards the door.

   “Come on, stick around,” Alex murmured as he reached for the bar of soap that lay on the soap dish, his gaze taking in the loofa and body wash that rested on the window sill next to him. Another indicator that this was no man living in this cell. “At least tell me your name. I think you owe me at least that courtesy.”

   Jocelyn froze, eyes widening. She’d never had the foresight to even consider coming up with a male alias for herself. And she knew that her few seconds of silence were a few too seconds long.

   Alex chuckled again, dipping his head beneath the shower head. “Can’t think up a false name under pressure, can you? That’s what I thought. You’re much too frail to be a man.”

   “I am not frail,” Jocelyn grit out as she turned to face him, briefly forgetting that he was wet and naked. “And did you know the whole time?” She glanced away, blushing heatedly as Alex ran his fingers through his wet locks.

   “Not the whole time, but I did figure something was off about you.” Alex ran the soap over his groin, which swelled under his palm after years of non-use. “So, you gonna tell me your name or am I going to have to guess? I mean, you do know everything there is to know about me, so...”

   Jocelyn cleared her throat nervously. She could see Alex out of the corner of her eye and knew he was touching his...organ. She tried not to think about the times she had visualized him touching himself while she touched herself just thinking about it.

   “Jocelyn,” she finally said in a soft, quiet voice.

   Alex nodded, not removing his eyes from the small portion of her face that he could see. Her face was much redder now and he could see that she was strongly resisting the urge to turn and look at him.

   “Jocelyn.” Alex weighed the name on his tongue. “That’s a very pretty name. Well, it’s nice to meet you, Jocelyn.”
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