'Defying the Odds' - Michael Scofield x Reader // Prison Break Fanfiction

Chapter Eleven

"Are you going to hug me?" he smirked.

"Of course I am," she responded as he took a step into her cell, and he reached out for her. In one fluid motion, his arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her flush against him. She melted in him, her hands clutching at the fabric of his shirt, her feart pounding in her ears. Her head burrowed into his nape as he held him close.

"Shh, I'm here," he whispered in her ear, kissing her head. "I'm here."

Y/N pulled away, hand coming up to cup his cheek which had small stubble on it. Her fingers brushed over his lips and he kissed them.

"Never go away like that," she mumbled.

He nodded before leaning down and kissing her. Passionate, desperate, like all the lost time and worry had been poured into that single moment.

He didn't care who saw them or what the guards would think. People were already talking. For once, the prison walls around them dissolved, and all that mattered was that they were together again.

When they finally pulled apart, breathless, Michael rested his forehead against hers, his thumb brushing lightly over her cheek as if to make sure she was really there, that this was real.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice low but filled with sincerity. "For everything. For the fight in the cafeteria, being thrown to AD-seg then sent to psych ward–"

"–the psych ward?" she whispered.

"I spent my days doing arts and crafts, but I needed to see Haywire to get him to draw the missing map as he remembered."

"Who?"

"My crazy schizoaffective old cellmate," he chuckled. "It's the past."

"You went on an adventure," she jested, shaking her head.

"I did, but I'm an idiot. I shouldn't have said those things to you. I was scared, angry about the plan and I lashed out on you and you didn't deserve that," he explained, his voice low and empathetic.

Y/N swallowed, blinking back her tears that threatened to spill over. "I was just so worried about you," she whispered.

"Did you get my gift?" he hummed, tucking her hair behind her ear and bringing her face up to his for a kiss.

"No."

"Then Dr. Remington is not a good delivery guy," he chuckled. "However, sweet thing, we are in a relationship. I want that. I want to be with you. When we get out of here, I want you to come with me and Linc. Panama."

"Panama is beautiful," she whispered.

"You've been?"

"No, but I've been around there," she whispered. Y/N looked down. "You've been to receiving, right? To get the watch?"

He nodded.

"My wedding ring and engagement ring are in there. They are worth a lot. If you can get them, we can pawn them and get money," she told him. "It's 14k gold and a huge rock."

He heard her loud and clear. That would make a lot of money.

"Pawning isn't as easy as dropping off a ring and making money, Y/N. You need ID and then they clear them to see if they're stolen," he told her, playing with a strand of hair. "But, we can try."

She nodded. "I'm glad you're ok."

He nodded. "Me too."

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