AN: Ashleigh Hart:

Age: 23

Date of Birth: April 16th 1987

Hair: Waist length, wavy auburn hair with long side fringe

Eyes: Almond shape; Emerald green

Height: 5'5"

Overall: Petite, but curvy. Beautiful, but nothing out the ordinary. Unique personality; Not Mary Sue.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, apart from Ashleigh Hart. Or anything else you find familiar.

Summary: How will little petite Ashleigh cope when she gets sent to maximum security prison? And a male one at that? Michael/OC. Cause they're the best. And yes, this summary sucks big time.

"Hart I have no other choice but to relocate you. And I'm afraid I don't have many choices; the best I can do at this time is send you to Fox River State Penitentiary. You will be able to appeal to be relocated again after serving 5 months."

"But that's a male prison! Surely I can't be put into a MALE prison! I'm FEMALE!" I argued back, it wouldn't do any good, only make it worse.

"This is not up for debate Hart! My decision is final; you will be deported within the hour." Honourable judge my arse.

The memory was still fresh in my head, was there even such a thing as a fair trial anymore? I mean, it's not as if I killed her! She started it, I finished it. I won fair and square...But the guilt was still there, in the pit of my stomach.

"Hart!" The fatter of the C.O's yelled, it was obvious he didn't give a damn I was a woman quite literally in a mans world now. Not wanting to get on his wrong side I hurried as fast as was humanly possible to where they we're standing. The closer I got, the more repulsed I got. He was fat. That was clear. Maybe mid forties? He was losing his hair either way, but it hadn't greyed yet so I guess that was an indication that he wasn't THAT old.

"What you gawking at Hart? You think we care if you're female? Well we don't. You get the same treatment as every other con in here; keep your head down and you'll stay outta trouble. Take my advice, cause it's the only piece you're gonna get." By the time he was finished my face had formed into the best scowl I could muster, weather it was any good or not I didn't care. My feelings we put across. I think.

I'm guessing my scowl wasn't as good as I thought it was, because straight after he finished studying me he and the other C.O starting laughing. Luckily for me though it was cut short as a voice come onto the overhead speakers.

"Ashleigh Hart to report to Warden Pope's office immediately." They both looked at me, exactly the same time. To be quite honest it totally freaked me out. And without a word, they marched me to the Wardens office. My luck had ran out. They could have easily taken me the more discrete route to the office I'm sure, but instead, they walked me right in front of the yard.

Everyone could see I was a girl; I still had my make up on for Christ's sake. They whistled, the hooted, they were being men. And it disgusted me. Soon enough I was told to sit and wait until the Warden was ready to see me, which wasn't long after I'd sat down.

"Would you please step into my office Miss Hart." Defiantly not a question, so how could I object? I followed him into a pretty plain looking office with brown walls, brown desk, brown chairs, brown everything. He gestured for me to take a seat on what looked to be one of the most uncomfortable looking seats I've ever seen. But again, didn't object. After all he could make my life in here harder than it already is.

"Miss Hart I can assure you that no harm will come to you during your time here at Fox River, that I can promise you." Yeah right I thought, cause you can control those animals. "You will be given different shower times, your womanly needs will be seen to in the infirmary with Doctor Tancredi; a female doctor I can assure you." At least the doctor won't be oogling and gawking at me...

"I think that covers the important things, if anything else comes up I shall let you know straight away. Officer Bellick!" And with that fatso waltzed in. "Can you please escort Miss Hart to her cell? Oh and Ashleigh, don't hesitate to talk to me if you need anything." I turned to leave when he started talking again. "You'll also be escorted to the infirmary daily to keep an eye on your iron levels I believe? Yes, yes that's right. Okay Bellick that's all." And with that I was taken away.

I was in cell 41, right on the end and all to myself to my relief. I got settled in as much as anyone could in a cell and started reading my favourite book of all time; Wuthering Heights.

"Okay cons tier time! One hour!" Boomed the voice from the speaker. I'd have to get use to it being right next to my cell. Did I go meet my neighbours? Don't I? What if someone comes and tries anything funny? Surely there are guards about, right? I decided to stay where I was, take fatso's advice and keep my head down. Until there was a knock on my cell. I looked up to see the two guys from the cell next door. One looked Mexican, I think, and the other had the most brilliant blue eyes I had ever seen.

"Hi! I'm Fernando Sucre, but I get called Sucre all the time so no biggie you know? I mean if you want to call me Fernando that's fine too but most people call me Sucre so if you were talking to someone and..."

"Hi it's nice to meet you Sucre; I'm Ashleigh, Ashleigh Hart. But most people just call me Ashe." I smiled politely as I could, trying to ease him away from babbling.

"Ashe." He nodded to himself looking at the floor. "Oh and this is Papi!" At this point I must've looked a tiny bit confused "Well his names not actually Papi but that's what I call him ya know?"

"I'm Michael, Michael Scoffed. And please, no matter how much he tries to convince you; don't call me Papi." Even I had to admit he could make me go weak at the knees with that voice, those eyes, that smile...Mind out the gutter Ash!

"Hello, it's nice to meet you both. So, what do you do around here for fun?" I tried to make conversation not really wanting to be left alone in a cell. And it couldn't hurt trying to make a few friends right? It was Sucre who started talking; he seemed to do all the talking.

"Well Mami not much, mainly talking, reading, writing..." He kept talking but I tuned him out after a while. I couldn't help but let my eyes wander over to where Michael was standing. He had crew cut hair, and from what I can see from his arms, he was a tattoo kind of guy. I tried to figure out why they were both in here, probably something minor. Robbing a shop or petty crime.

"Why are you in here Mami?" My eyes snapped back to Sucre almost instantly. "I mean, no offence but you must have done something pretty bad to get sent to a male prison huh?" I could tell he didn't want to pry, but so curious at the same time.

"I was moved here after a fight, they decided this would teach me a lesson. So the 'honourable' judge sent me here." I tried to keep the venom out of my voice but I still think some seeped in. My eyes involuntarily flashed back to Scofield.

"Well, well, well. What do you have their pretty? Trying to keep the meat all to yourself? Well, we can't have that. Share with you're...friends." I didn't like the sound of him. His southern drawl emphasised on the word 'friend'. I could tell it would take a miracle to survive in here.