Yay! I love the Carlos/M!Boss pairing So much I'm making this. If you don't like it than fuck off and read something else. R&R.

It was early in the morning, not even the sun has woken up yet. In the Stillwater jail everything was normal. Inmates escape their cells but always get put back in. The police officers were betting on fight between five to six inmates. Nothing out of the usual. No one ever thought that HE would be waking up from his slumber.

SR2

In the infirmary a female Doctor was checking up on a dangerous man. The one they called the Stillwater Butcher. He had been caught in a boat explosion and she, along with everyone else, was surprised that he had survived something like that. He was in a coma though. He was in this coma for five years already. She glared at the man sleeping on the bed, bandages covering his face. This was the man who had killed her husband while fighting the now disbanded West side Rollerz. She knew stabbing the man while he was still in his coma would get her in REALLY big trouble with the chief of police, but she couldn't just stand there and let this...This... Psychopath live. She took a scalpel out of her pocket and got ready to swing it at him. She stopped when she heard the doors to the infirmary open. She quickly put away the scalpel and faced the two officers. One had blonde hair while the other had on a black pair of Ultor sunglasses.

"How's the patient." The blonde one asked.

"After being caught in a massive boat explosion, I'd say pretty good." She replied.

She acted normal, but was really infuriated with the fact that she missed her chance. Her chance to get rid of that monster. She saw the doors open again, a nurse pushing in an injured inmate.

"What happened?" She asked.

"Shanking." The nurse said.

She told her to put him in the bed next to man she was so close to killing.

"Has he said anything yet?" The one with Sunglasses asked.

The nurse turned around to face the former Saint.

"Not yet" She reached for his bandages. "But I'm about to take the bandages off."

As she unwrapped the bandages she heard the man next to him groan in pain. After a feel minutes she had all of his bandages removed. It revealed a man with red hair in a pixie cut, dark green eyes and tan skin. He had a scar over his left eye from the explosion. She expected more damage on his face.

"Yes. That seems to have healed up nicely."

The man looked up at the Doctor, a blank look on his face. The officer with blonde hair grabbed her shoulder and pulled her away from the Saint.

"Be careful Doctor. You're patient's dangerous." He said.

"If you have anything you want to say to the judge, you better start thinkin' of it now." The officer with Sunglasses said.

The Saint gave him the same black expression... Except this time he put up his middle finger. The blonde officer gave the one with glasses a good pat on the shoulder.

"You're wasting your time. C'mon, let's go talk to Troy."

The two officers left the infirmary with the Doctor following. The Saint sighed. Seeing the officers there already told him he was in jail.

"Lovely." He said to himself sarcastically.

"Psst. Hey!" Someone said.

He looked around. He turned to the right when he heard the curtain swish open. His eyes widened at seeing the male before. He had coffee colored skin and the most beautiful brown eyes he's ever seen

"Is it really you?" He asked.

He automatically fell in love with his accent.

"Do I know you?" The Saint asked.

"My brother told me all about you. You are Boston Rubilia right?" The stranger asked.

"Yeah. So?"

"Just wanted to make sure. Listen" He looked back at the door. "We gotta get you outta here."

"I'm sure if we ask nicely."

"I know a way out."

"Oh really? It's funny how you know the way outta here and your ass is still locked up."

"I'm still here because I wanted to bust you out."

Boston rolled his eyes and layed back, staring at the ceiling.

"Getting out of here is a two man job and no one here will give it a try."

Boston Sat back up.

"You really expect me to trust some guy I don't even know?"

"C'mon, I just got myself shanked so I can get a chance to talk to you. Doesn't show I'm loyal?"

"It shows that you're dumb enough to let yourself get stabbed."

"I'm trying to help you."

"You know what I got the last time I trusted someone? Blown the fuck up."

"You a need me."

Boston eyed the young man and smiled slyly. This guy was pretty good looking. Sure, Boston liked girls but guys always had a larger effect on him. He eyed the stranger as if he was going to eat him.

"I sure do baby."

The stranger went wide eyed. He knew what he meant by that.

"W-what?!"

"Oh shit! Listen kid, I don't know what I'm talkin' about. I was out for a while."

"How long is a while for you?"

"I don't know? Two or three weeks I guess."

"Listen. I know you think you're some kind of badass-"

"I am a badass. Don't even think I've gone soft. I won't hesitate to beat the-

"Callarse y escucharte idiota!"

Bostons mouth fell open. No one ever yelled at him like that. What made it worse was the fact that he had no fucking clue what he was saying. But it did turn him on a bit. The guy sighed.

"Do you even know where you're at? Without me, you'll be wandering around this jail for hours. And even IF you manage to hide that long and IF you manage to get outside these walls, you're just gonna find out you're sitting on a goddamn island."

"Big fuckin' whoop."

Boston started feeling up the scar on his eye.

"Big fuckin' whoop? Okay, so you can out swim the coast guard?"

Boston froze. Sure he could swim pretty fast but... Not faster than a coast guard on some speed boat. Boston looked at the guy and got lost in his brown eyes. He shook his head.

"No. But I bet you 5K you don't have a boat stashed here."

The guy grinned.

"I don't have a stashed boat, but know how we can steal one."

Boston sighed, running his fingers through his red hair. What choice did he have?

"Aight. Let's get out of here."

Boston swung his legs off of the bed and stood up. The guys brown eyes lit up when Boston agreed to bust out with him.

"So kid, what's ya name?"

"I'm Carlos Mendoza."

"Hey! What are you two doing up?" Someone asked.

They turned to see the Doctor, clipboard in hand.

"Why the fuck do you care?" Boston asked, a bit of hostility in his tone.

The doctor took the scalpel from her pocket and stepped forward. Boston just stood there with a look that said 'You don't have the balls'. She ran up to him and stabbed him... At least she meant to. Carlos had gotten in the way and took the blade to the shoulder.

I'm working on the next chapter right now.