I started recently started watching Prison Break and I've fallen in love with Lincoln Burrows. So I'm using my OFC for this to let my imaginations run wild. Hope you enjoy it!

My name is Amber Bliss, and I was found guilty of attempted murder and was sentenced to...10 years. I was being taken to the Fox River Penitentiary, an all male prison. I don't know why, since I'm fairly certain I am a woman.

But I know that I didn't do anything. I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

I sat on the bus in a pair of grey baggy sweatpants and a black v-neck with converse. I watched the colors pass by out of the window and I took a deep breath as we approached the prison.

The bus pulled into the prison and we were all escorted out. I was the last one out. I took in the scent of spring through my nostrils. The scent of freedom, which would soon be ripped away from me.

An officer approached me and grabbed my arm with much force. His badge read Bellick. "The warden wants to see you." he said somewhat dragging me along.

I saw the prisoners lined up by the fence staring at me. One man caught my eye. Is it. No it couldn't be. Wait it is! "Michael? What the hell did you do?" I whispered shaking my head.

I looked back in front of me and noticed that Bellick was looking at me. "Is there something on my face?" I said lifting my hand up to my cheek. "You may be a woman but I won't tolerate any kind of disrespect." he said tugging at me again. A smirk crept across my face.

I noticed another fenced off area and there was a man leaning on the fence. He was trying to say something to me.

Once we passed it I knew who it was. Lincoln. My eyes went wide as did his. What the hell! I hadn't realized that I stopped to stare at him. Bellick tugged at my arm and I continued walking.

We finally got to the warden's office and I was pushed down into a chair across from the warden, I'm guessing.

"I'm Henry Pope, the warden, and I just wanted to discuss the arrangement of things." he said warmly. I nodded and he continued.

"You will be getting your own cell, shower, and since we have no women uniforms we will be letting you wear your own clothing which have already been placed in your cell." he said with a smile. "Sir, if you don't mind me asking. Why am I here, in an all male prison?" I asked shifting in my seat.

He sighed and took out a file. "I had the exact same question and I was supplied with this." he handed me the file and I took it awkwardly because of the handcuffs. I scanned through the pages and handed it back to him.

"So what, now I'm listed as mentally unstable to be held in an all female prison?" I asked slightly irritated. "Apparently so. And I am sorry about that but there is nothing that we can do." he said putting the file back. I sighed and looked around the room and back to him.

"Anything else that I need to know?" I asked twiddling my thumbs. "You will be in P.I. with...uh Michael Scofield, Lincoln Burrows, and a few other men." he said. A slight smile crept across my face.

"Is that alright?" he asked, noticing my smile.

"It's perfect. Thank you sir." I said standing up and turning towards the door.

Officer Bellick grabbed my arm and started walking until the warden spoke. "Oh, and Amber." he said as I turned my head to look at him.

"Call me Henry." he said smiling. I nodded my head and I was escorted out of the office and to my cell.

My handcuffs were taken off and I sat on my bed. I ran my hand through my hair and sighed. I got up and walked to the mirror and looked at my blood-shot eyes. I backed up from the sink and looked around. It was bigger than the other cells and it had a private area for the bathroom where nobody could see. My bed wasn't a bunk either.

I laid down and closed my eyes for a little until all the cells opened and we were taken outside. Once I was outside I looked around for Michael and Lincoln. Michael and I spotted each other at the same time. I jogged over to him and he smiled and gave me a hug. We let go and people started to stare.

"Take a walk with me." he said gesturing in front of us. We both began to walk and I was waiting for his questions. "Why are you here?" he eventually breathed out. "As in why am I in a male prison or why am I in prison in general?" I asked glancing at him.

"Why are you in prison?" he asked looking down at me. I sighed and started talking. "I didn't do anything but I was convicted of attempted murder and sentenced 10 years in prison." I said reluctantly

"Who did you try to kill or not try to kill?" he asked leaning against the fence. I stopped and turned to face him.

"I don't know who it was but he attacked me first and instinctively I fought back and out of nowhere someone came out and stabbed him from behind. The person ran off but they saved me yet I don't think that was their intention. I couldn't just run away while he was bleeding to death. The police showed up and arrested me. He survived the attack and in court he said that I stabbed him." Lies. Filthy lies.

Michael sighed and started to walk the other way. I walked behind him and grabbed his arm. He turned around and looked down on me. "Michael, I swear to you I didn't do anything. Why would I lie to you?" Because you're a coward, the tears swell in my eyes. He pulled me into a hug and rested his chin on my head.

"Amber!" I heard someone yell. It was Lincoln! I let go off Michael and turned around to see Lincoln on the other side of the fence. I stepped closer to the fence and smiled and he smiled back. My heart was in my throat.

"I wish I could hug you." Lincoln said putting his hand through the fence. I took it and tilted my head. "You'll be able to eventually." I said smirking.

"What do you mean?" he asked, looking puzzled. "I'm in P.I. with you guys." I said smiling. Except they didn't look happy.

"Is there something that I'm missing?" I said ripping my hand away from Lincoln's and putting it on my hips. They exchanged glances and Michael finally spoke up.

"Were planning an escape and during P.I. is when we work on it." he whispered. "So do you not trust me or something?" I asked extremely irritated. "No it's just that." Michael sighed and continued.

"I want to make sure that you are up to the task." he said with a reassuring look. "Hell yeah, I am!" I said smiling.

We were taken back inside and me and Michael were talking on our way to our cells. "So how does it feel to be the only woman prisoner here." he said bumping me with his elbow. I thumped him in his arm and laughed.

"I hate it. They look at me like I'm a piece of meat. Guards are really cracking down on them though." I said laughing some more. We went our seperate ways, into our cells. I laid down on my bed and fell asleep.

I woke up to my jail cell being opened and began walking with the P.I. team to the break room. Before I left my jail cell I put on a long-sleeved v neck and fingerless gloves. Before we got into the break room Michael introduced me to each person.

"This is John Abruzzi, Fernando Sucre, and T-bag." he said pointing to each of them. I shook each of their hands and they relaxed once Michael told them that I was in on the plan.

"So where ya from sugarplum?" T-bag asked me. "Fuck off, dude." I scoffed.

Lincoln was in the break room already. I ran over to him and he picked me up and swung me around. He set me down and looked into my eyes.

"This isn't exactly how I pictured seeing you but I guess It'll due." he said moving a loose strand of hair out of my face. After our little reunion we got to work. Abruzzi kept watch while we were inside.

I watched as they lifted the table out of the way and rolled the carpet up to reveal a drainage looking thingy in the ground. They covered it with a thick sheet to prevent a loud noise. Lincoln tossed me a sledgehammer and I caught it with no trouble at all.

"Take your best shot." Lincoln said gesturing towards it. I lifted the sledgehammer up and slammed it on the drain with extreme force. We all kept taking turns until the last one that I did. I lifted the sledgehammer one last time and slammed it down. I heard metal breaking and Michael lifted up the sheet.

"We're through. Time to dig." he said with a grin. We all had a weak smile on our face.

"Wow. Nice shot sugarplum." T-bag said as he put his hand on my waist.

I dropped the sledgehammer, grabbed his fingers and twisted them around and knocked him to his knees.

"If you touch me again your fingers are coming off. You understand me, sugar?" I threatened.

"Okay Okay Okay. Just let go!" he cried. I twisted his fingers one more time before letting go. My head spun around once I heard the door crack open.

Oops. I fucked up.