T-Bag, Writer's Choice
Title: Kind Words
Character/Pairing: T-Bag
Prompt: #096. Writer's Choice
Rating: G. One swear word and brief sexual implications(because Theo wishes he could have some of that ass).
Summary: It was just another day.
Author's Notes: Short. Five hundred-some words. Pre-show. I get the feeling that Theo would never get along well with Sara . . .
Disclaimer: I don’t own Prison Break. Wish I did, but I don’t.
“This isn’t looking much better. Have you been scratching it, Bagwell?” Doctor Sara Tancredi noted with impunity.
“It itches, Doc.”
“Well,” Sara sighed, “you need to stop itching it. You’re tearing the stitches.”
Theo smiled sweetly at Sara and licked his lips. “I’ll try, just for you, Doc.”
“Don’t try, do.” She stalked over to the other side of the room and wrote something on a clipboard. “Anyway, if you don’t irritate it any further, the stitches should be ready to come out in a few days.”
Brushing his thumb lightly across the healing skin on his side, Theo grinned. “And if I do irritate it further?”
“We’ll have to put new stitches in and tape mittens to your hands so you can’t scratch it.”
He tugged at a stitch. “I don’t think I’d mind the mittens so much if it meant,” he paused and licked his lips again as Sara turned around, “gettin’ to spend more time around you, Doctor.”
“Bellick knows first aid, Bagwell. I could have him stitch you back up. . . .”
Theo glanced at Bellick who was lounging by the door, smirking sadistically.
“. . . think I’ll pass on that one,” Theo muttered, directing his gaze back to Sara. She was leaning against a counter, reading a file.
Bellick grunted impatiently. “We done here, Doc?”
“Hold up, boss,” Theo interjected, “I still got a question for the good doctor.”
Sara looked at him from over the top of the file. “What is it?” she asked, setting the file down and crossing her arms over her chest.
“Been wonderin’,” he bared his pearly whites in a derisive smile, “how’s my cellie holdin’ up?”
“You did a real number on him, Bagwell, but he’s hanging in there.”
“Tell ‘im I said ‘hi’, would ya, Doc? Tell him I’m gonna get him again, next chance I get.”
Sara picked the file back up, choosing not to respond.
“Come on, Bagwell,” Bellick growled, closing the gap between them and gripping Theo’s arm. Theo hopped off the table before Bellick had the chance to yank him off, and allowed the C.O. to lead him to the door.
Sara put the file down again and spoke, stopping Bellick and Theo at the threshold. “I almost forgot,” she said, nodding at Theo, “happy birthday, Theodore.”
Theo gave Sara a simpering smile. “Aw, Doc, that is quite sweet an’ all,” he paused, holding his tongue between his teeth, “but, uh, I’m thinking there are a few other things I’d rather have from you than a ‘happy birthday’ wish.”
Sara turned around to hide her rage flushed face. “Spare me, Bagwell. It was a simple gesture of good faith.”
Bellick pulled Theo out the door and into the main infirmary.
“Come on, boss. S’posed to be nice to the birthday boy . . .”
The disgruntled C.O. Captain restrained himself from introducing Theo’s stomach to his fist and settled on a surly reply. “The fact that it’s your birthday don’t mean shit in here.”
“Oh, I know, boss.” Theo grinned cheekily. “S’just another day here in Fox River.”
Character/Pairing: T-Bag
Prompt: #096. Writer's Choice
Rating: G. One swear word and brief sexual implications(because Theo wishes he could have some of that ass).
Summary: It was just another day.
Author's Notes: Short. Five hundred-some words. Pre-show. I get the feeling that Theo would never get along well with Sara . . .
Disclaimer: I don’t own Prison Break. Wish I did, but I don’t.
“This isn’t looking much better. Have you been scratching it, Bagwell?” Doctor Sara Tancredi noted with impunity.
“It itches, Doc.”
“Well,” Sara sighed, “you need to stop itching it. You’re tearing the stitches.”
Theo smiled sweetly at Sara and licked his lips. “I’ll try, just for you, Doc.”
“Don’t try, do.” She stalked over to the other side of the room and wrote something on a clipboard. “Anyway, if you don’t irritate it any further, the stitches should be ready to come out in a few days.”
Brushing his thumb lightly across the healing skin on his side, Theo grinned. “And if I do irritate it further?”
“We’ll have to put new stitches in and tape mittens to your hands so you can’t scratch it.”
He tugged at a stitch. “I don’t think I’d mind the mittens so much if it meant,” he paused and licked his lips again as Sara turned around, “gettin’ to spend more time around you, Doctor.”
“Bellick knows first aid, Bagwell. I could have him stitch you back up. . . .”
Theo glanced at Bellick who was lounging by the door, smirking sadistically.
“. . . think I’ll pass on that one,” Theo muttered, directing his gaze back to Sara. She was leaning against a counter, reading a file.
Bellick grunted impatiently. “We done here, Doc?”
“Hold up, boss,” Theo interjected, “I still got a question for the good doctor.”
Sara looked at him from over the top of the file. “What is it?” she asked, setting the file down and crossing her arms over her chest.
“Been wonderin’,” he bared his pearly whites in a derisive smile, “how’s my cellie holdin’ up?”
“You did a real number on him, Bagwell, but he’s hanging in there.”
“Tell ‘im I said ‘hi’, would ya, Doc? Tell him I’m gonna get him again, next chance I get.”
Sara picked the file back up, choosing not to respond.
“Come on, Bagwell,” Bellick growled, closing the gap between them and gripping Theo’s arm. Theo hopped off the table before Bellick had the chance to yank him off, and allowed the C.O. to lead him to the door.
Sara put the file down again and spoke, stopping Bellick and Theo at the threshold. “I almost forgot,” she said, nodding at Theo, “happy birthday, Theodore.”
Theo gave Sara a simpering smile. “Aw, Doc, that is quite sweet an’ all,” he paused, holding his tongue between his teeth, “but, uh, I’m thinking there are a few other things I’d rather have from you than a ‘happy birthday’ wish.”
Sara turned around to hide her rage flushed face. “Spare me, Bagwell. It was a simple gesture of good faith.”
Bellick pulled Theo out the door and into the main infirmary.
“Come on, boss. S’posed to be nice to the birthday boy . . .”
The disgruntled C.O. Captain restrained himself from introducing Theo’s stomach to his fist and settled on a surly reply. “The fact that it’s your birthday don’t mean shit in here.”
“Oh, I know, boss.” Theo grinned cheekily. “S’just another day here in Fox River.”