Fic: Breathe Love (Prologue/9)
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aeroport_artTitle: Breathe Love (Prologue/9)
Pairing: Michael/Lincoln
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Rating: PG-13 (eventual NC-17)
Spoilers: Up to 2.03 but mild AU throughout
Word Count: 627
Disclaimer: Prison Break is not mine, obviously. And I am not making any money from this, obviously.
Notes: Sorry for the spam but I decided to post this fic under this screen name. Gomen! But as always, feedback = love.
Summary: Michael has always wanted his brother, and Lincoln has to wrestle with the responsibility of a reciprocated love that can never be... or can it?
Present, 2006
Lincoln Burrows, the infamous convict at Fox River State Penitentiary, followed the CO past the rows of inmates and steadfastly ignored the loud jeers and catcalls. He had a visitor today… was it Veronica? The only one to have visited him thus far, his attorney and ex-girlfriend was the only person to visit him down in this shithole. Sweet of her, yeah, but it didn’t matter. He knew he was a lost cause. He knew he was framed by professionals, by men with real power and backing, and that one little lawyer would be nothing to them.
The CO sat Lincoln down in front of the barred window and retreated a few feet to give him the semblance of privacy.
“Linc… hey.”
His eyes widened at the visitor, registering that it was his baby brother sitting in front of him, sticking out like a sore thumb in a sophisticated suit and grey scarf. “Michael… what are you doing here?” I thought you believed them too, I thought you believed I was a killer.
His chest tightened as he looked his brother over for the first time since behind bars. It had been a long, long time since those clear blue eyes looked back at him without the hood of disgust or superiority, and Lincoln was overcome with an unexpected wash of gratitude towards Veronica. There was no way Michael would be here, smile playing on his quirked lips, had their childhood friend not confessed the truth. The truth that Lincoln wasn’t exactly the fuck up brother Michael always thought he was, that he wasn’t the murderer he thought him capable of being. Lincoln always wanted to keep the truth of the “inheritance” to himself, but hey, he supposed that seeing as how his death was imminent in the coming month, who really gave a shit whether a good deed went unnoticed or not?
“So you know. She told you didn’t she.”
His little brother merely stared at him, the mysterious smile imperceptibly deepening.
He knew this was not a good sign. Lincoln had raised the boy practically on his own, and he knew best that once that sparkle got into those acute eyes, Michael was about to do something either incredibly stupid, ingenious, or both.
“Linc, I’m gonna get you out of here.”
Lincoln Burrows felt his heart sink when he heard those words leaving Michael’s mouth. Was this his apology, his atonement for the years of condescension towards his older brother that had proved so unjustified? Was he condemning himself to a fool’s errand that would ultimately land him in the same place he was, or worse?
Thinking back to their last meetings, Lincoln recalled the estrangement between the two siblings and the love-hate relationship they had shared during the last few rocky years. He remembered the flashing disgust in his brother’s eyes as Lincoln never measured up, was never smart or rich or sober enough for him. He didn’t hate him for it, he could never fault Michael for being so angry with him. It was Lincoln who had betrayed him, who had stranded him alone out of the ill-conceived notion that it was for his own good. In the end, their distance wasn’t good for anybody, as his current situation reflected, and Lincoln only had himself to blame for it.
But as he met eyes with Michael, the piercing gaze igniting a faint glimmer of hope in Lincoln’s heart, he decided that he owed it to himself and his baby brother to at least try and get out of here, to try and set things right. He could make things right with Michael, and so long as they were alive and had each other, maybe everything could really, really be okay again.
Next
Pairing: Michael/Lincoln
Author:
aeroport_artRating: PG-13 (eventual NC-17)
Spoilers: Up to 2.03 but mild AU throughout
Word Count: 627
Disclaimer: Prison Break is not mine, obviously. And I am not making any money from this, obviously.
Notes: Sorry for the spam but I decided to post this fic under this screen name. Gomen! But as always, feedback = love.
Summary: Michael has always wanted his brother, and Lincoln has to wrestle with the responsibility of a reciprocated love that can never be... or can it?
Present, 2006
Lincoln Burrows, the infamous convict at Fox River State Penitentiary, followed the CO past the rows of inmates and steadfastly ignored the loud jeers and catcalls. He had a visitor today… was it Veronica? The only one to have visited him thus far, his attorney and ex-girlfriend was the only person to visit him down in this shithole. Sweet of her, yeah, but it didn’t matter. He knew he was a lost cause. He knew he was framed by professionals, by men with real power and backing, and that one little lawyer would be nothing to them.
The CO sat Lincoln down in front of the barred window and retreated a few feet to give him the semblance of privacy.
“Linc… hey.”
His eyes widened at the visitor, registering that it was his baby brother sitting in front of him, sticking out like a sore thumb in a sophisticated suit and grey scarf. “Michael… what are you doing here?” I thought you believed them too, I thought you believed I was a killer.
His chest tightened as he looked his brother over for the first time since behind bars. It had been a long, long time since those clear blue eyes looked back at him without the hood of disgust or superiority, and Lincoln was overcome with an unexpected wash of gratitude towards Veronica. There was no way Michael would be here, smile playing on his quirked lips, had their childhood friend not confessed the truth. The truth that Lincoln wasn’t exactly the fuck up brother Michael always thought he was, that he wasn’t the murderer he thought him capable of being. Lincoln always wanted to keep the truth of the “inheritance” to himself, but hey, he supposed that seeing as how his death was imminent in the coming month, who really gave a shit whether a good deed went unnoticed or not?
“So you know. She told you didn’t she.”
His little brother merely stared at him, the mysterious smile imperceptibly deepening.
He knew this was not a good sign. Lincoln had raised the boy practically on his own, and he knew best that once that sparkle got into those acute eyes, Michael was about to do something either incredibly stupid, ingenious, or both.
“Linc, I’m gonna get you out of here.”
Lincoln Burrows felt his heart sink when he heard those words leaving Michael’s mouth. Was this his apology, his atonement for the years of condescension towards his older brother that had proved so unjustified? Was he condemning himself to a fool’s errand that would ultimately land him in the same place he was, or worse?
Thinking back to their last meetings, Lincoln recalled the estrangement between the two siblings and the love-hate relationship they had shared during the last few rocky years. He remembered the flashing disgust in his brother’s eyes as Lincoln never measured up, was never smart or rich or sober enough for him. He didn’t hate him for it, he could never fault Michael for being so angry with him. It was Lincoln who had betrayed him, who had stranded him alone out of the ill-conceived notion that it was for his own good. In the end, their distance wasn’t good for anybody, as his current situation reflected, and Lincoln only had himself to blame for it.
But as he met eyes with Michael, the piercing gaze igniting a faint glimmer of hope in Lincoln’s heart, he decided that he owed it to himself and his baby brother to at least try and get out of here, to try and set things right. He could make things right with Michael, and so long as they were alive and had each other, maybe everything could really, really be okay again.
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Date: 2006-11-24 10:02 am (UTC)"Was this his apology, his atonement for the years of condescension towards his older brother that had proved so unjustified?"
apology, atonement...one or the other. whichever one fits the subject best. with both, the sentence trips a bit. Especially with fanfiction, I think the flow of the sentences should always be strong, smooth and unobstructed.
"It had been a long, long time since those clear blue eyes looked back at him without the hood of disgust or superiority"
This metaphor was confusing. The hood is figurative, that much is clear, but in describing a look in the eye with a thing that goes over the head, the physical cues in the metaphor don't connect. Which is all to say: careful with metaphors! If unchecked they will sow disarray and confusion, like Tribbles.
"least try and get out of here, to try and set things right. He could make things right with Michael,"
Same thing with the sentence tripping. set things right, make things right. The flow stumbles over it.
Things I liked: The voice is pretty unified, no inconsistencies. Like you said, it is only just the prologue! on we go..
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Date: 2008-11-14 12:18 pm (UTC)