Title: Mistakes Come In Threes

Summary: The boy's eyes narrowed and a flicker of disgust twisted his lips into a sneer. "I'm your son jackass."

Disclaimer: Pah I wish I owned Prison Break! 'Cept if I did, the show probably wouldn't do that well what with me not knowing much about television business and all :P

Author's Note: I decided to get another one out nice and quick, you guys deserve it. Hope you like it :D Hehehe Sara is such a bitch :P

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T-Bag woke with a start, staring around at the room in confusion. Over by the other wall was Sucre, C-Note and Westmoreland, each sound asleep. It took a minute for the Southern man to regain his bearings and remember how it was that he had come to be in this room.

Slowly the night's events played back in his mind and T-Bag layback down on the uncomfortable blow up mattress. He stared up at the stained ceiling thinking what he was going to do next and wishing that he could just drop off back to sleep. There was still Susan to see, her address was still in his pocket. What was stopping him from just up and leaving tomorrow morning? It wasn't like he was tied to the others now, and Damian, Celia and Sara could survive by themselves – especially Sara. T-Bag sighed and ran a hand through thinning hair, glancing at the prison issued watch that he still wore: 4:23 AM. T-Bag sighed again and shifted onto his side, trying to get back to sleep but after five minutes, gave up and decided to head down stairs.

He saw a light pooling out from the kitchen and headed to that direction, catching sight of Sara sitting at a table with her hands wrapped around a mug of coffee. She glanced up at him, both of them starring at each other in surprise as if they hadn't suspected the other to be up, before glancing away again.

"Hey, got anymore of that, eh coffee?" T-Bag asked rather groggily. Sara nodded and pointed over to the half full pot, indicating that mugs were in the cupboard above. T-Bag poured himself a mug full and then paused, "Got any sugah?"

"Nope." Sara replied rather flippantly.

"What? No sugah, what the hell kinda home is this?" Sara turned and returned his glower evenly.

"Money doesn't grow on trees you know. Sugar isn't a necessity, and I'm sure a tough con like yourself can learn to live without." She replied coldly, turning back and taking a sip of her black coffee. T-Bag muttered darkly under his breath, picking up his mug and taking a seat at the table.

"What about milk? That only for special occasions?" He asked sarcastically.

"Damn straight." Sara replied with a small smirk.T-Bagshook his head andtook a test sip of the coffee and immediately wished he hadn't.

"Blech!" His face twisted into sharp distaste for the liquid that he was forced to swallow, a tiny smile ghosted across Sara's face as she glanced up at him. A silence drifted between them as T-Bag settled back down, looking around the kitchen rather curiously. "Soooo," He drawled after a while, twiddling his thumbs slightly. "What you guys do around heah for fun?" He asked casually though Sara immediately looked over at him sharply, a mixture of disgust and utter repulsion in her gaze. T-Bag's eyes widened with quick understanding and he half raised his hands in mock surrender. "Aw come on, I didn't mean it like that…"

"Whatever," Sarafina muttered with a roll of her eyes. "I knew this was a mistake." T-Bag cocked his head to the side, and for the first time since they'd met, really regarded his oldest daughter. It was so strange to think of her that way.

"Ya don't like me do ya Sarafina?" He asked suddenly, keeping his voice casual though still staring at her in a curious manner.

"No, Theodore, I don't like you." Sara replied coolly, returning his stare with hard blue eyes. His thin pink lips twitched up in a momentary small smile and he leant in slightly.

"So why did ya do it then?" He asked quietly, "If ya hate me so much why did ya help me escape?" Sara hunkered her shoulders slightly so that she was leant in to, her light blue eyes holding his hazel-brown ones. Now he could see that she did share his blood, she had his temper, he could see it in her eyes. That same look that said, 'if I wasn't totally obliged to not hurting you right now, I would so make you bleed.' The same calculating and shrewd stare that assessed and judged you right in that moment and if you didn't meet the standards you were tossed to the side and good luck trying to get her attention again.

"I wanted see if you were worth the time." She finally replied after a pause. "Clearly I was wrong." T-Bag was still for a moment before giving an odd sort of snort and then looking away. Yup, she even had his smart mouth to. "I'm going to bed." Sara said suddenly, getting up and pouring the last of her coffee into the sink, washing out the cup and then putting it away.

"Oh and T-Bag don't forget to wash up your cup when your done, we didn' t bust you out to do your dishes for you." T-Bag rolled back into his chair as Sara turned and walked from the room, crossing his arms across his chest and staring after her. Damian had been right; she was cold.