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28 February 2008 @ 01:26 pm
Prison Break Slash Fiction: A Place To Rest (PG-13)  
Title: A Place To Rest
Author: HalfshellVenus
Characters: Michael/Lincoln (Slash)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Post-Escape "Paradise" Universe schmoop for mooyoo's birthday!
Author's Notes: Happy belated birthday, Rachel! I couldn't think of anything drabblish that seemed to work, so this took a little longer. Hope you enjoy it and the mood, and that your birthday was wonderful!
Also for fanfic100 ("Home"), and foxriver_fic's February challenge.

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The view of the ocean through the main window is still a surprise, all these months later. Lincoln grew up with concrete and streetlights and brick all around him, and then gray walls and steel bars stole his freedom again and again until neither it nor a future was left.

But Michael changed it all.

He brought Lincoln hope and then liberty, breaking down the barricade formed of all the impossible things that had scripted Lincoln's death. The price to be paid was large but necessary: they would both have to become someone else.

It isn't as hard as Lincoln thought it would be. They live in a new country now, with new names and the dullest of invented histories. They're still Michael and Lincoln to each other when they're alone, but to others they're Daniel and Steve, a couple of friends from Canada who went looking for the good life someplace it never snowed. Clearly, they've found it.

Leaving his name and his past behind is easier when both things are tied to a death sentence, when he's already outlived the fate that was in store for him. Michael was his only company for months when they first arrived here, but it wasn't suffocating the way Lincoln had feared. In the shift to being lovers as well as brothers, they had more to offer each other in the way of completion and less of the mindless irritation that came from being so different. And Lincoln had forgotten that while Michael could get so intensely wrapped up in unpredictable things, he tended to be calm and quiet most of the time.

Lincoln had been through enough solitude and silence at Fox River to nearly make him crazy, but he’d never managed to find calm. Anxiety and desperation always chased it away.

Here, even the air is soothing. Salty and soft, it brushes sweetly over the skin with no trace of the bite of Chicago’s wind, or the odors of car exhaust and construction… of broken plumbing and barely-leashed aggression.

The sunsets are the most beautiful Lincoln has ever seen— the sky glowing with oranges, pinks and violets as the sun slips down below the horizon and into the sea. Lincoln remembers a beach trip to the Jersey seashore when he was four, but the sun went down over the land instead of the ocean. It took Lincoln days after to moving here to stop thinking every night that something must be wrong.

Beer is cerveza down at the taberna, or bought from the mercado to cool in the fridge at home. Lincoln knows the names of a lot of common foods and a fair number of basic verbs. He's not eloquent, but he's able to communicate—enough to buy groceries, work some construction, navigate the town. The rest will come with time.

Sometimes he’ll be standing on the street and the sound of these other people, this other language, washes over him in a chaotic tide. He’s the element that’s out of place here.

But when he comes around the corner and down the road that leads to their little white house, everything’s fine again. This is where he belongs now.

Inside the house, Michael’s in the shower while Lincoln sets the table for a late breakfast. Through the window beyond the kitchen table, Lincoln sees the rough, high waves of an incoming tide assaulting the sand. The ocean has moods, like the weather, and he’s still learning what they mean.

"Morning," Michael says behind him, his hand falling on Lincoln’s waist. Lincoln turns and gathers him in for a kiss, all fresh skin and wet hair, the droplets on Michael’s neck begging to be traced with Lincoln’s fingertips.

"Ready for breakfast?" Lincoln asks.

"Or something better." Michael kisses the side of Lincoln’s neck, dragging his teeth over his brother’s jawline. "Unless you're in a hurry…"

"Not anymore," Lincoln laughs.

Everything's different than it used to be, from the person in his arms to the paradise outside his door. And even though Lincoln never expected any of this— didn't earn it, doesn't deserve it— there is one thing of which he's certain now:

This is home.


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The Good, The Bad and The Lana: smilie priyankathelana on February 28th, 2008 10:25 pm (UTC)
*sighs happily*
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on February 29th, 2008 01:48 am (UTC)
I started this one last Saturday, and after not too long realized that it's like the flipped companion piece of the other story I wrote this week! This is "persuaded-Lincoln," whose pessimism has finally been overcome by all of Michael's efforts.

It's a much happier place. *sighs with you* :)
The Good, The Bad and The Lana: smilie priyankathelana on February 29th, 2008 06:10 am (UTC)
This Lincoln drank the kool-aid ;) Or rather this Lincoln saw that maybe sneakily hanging on to some of Michael's optimism and love might be a nice though.

Though I would love to see how the Lincoln in this universe or one of these would deal with Michael's guilt issues that I'm sure Michael would still have occasionally (about people like Westmoreland dying, about being a criminal, about betraying people) even if in this universe less horrible things happened and the payoff was much clearer. You know TLC makes the world grow brighter.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB Final Hughalfshellvenus on March 5th, 2008 01:42 am (UTC)
You know TLC makes the world grow brighter.
The classic H/C formula. Mmmmm... It's popular for a reason. :)
etherealflaim: toocuteetherealflaim on February 29th, 2008 08:27 am (UTC)
Oh, surely if these two can have a happily-ever-after, I can ^_^

I am full of the warm fuzzies. Too bad I'm not Michael, then I could be full of Lincoln. >=)

As usual, you set up the mood and the setting with flair and your prose is flowing and relaxed, just as the tone and content would dictate. You weave your words tightly enough that I think I could string them up between a pair of trees and snuggle down in the resulting hammock of amazing fiction.

Thanks again!
~EF
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on March 5th, 2008 01:44 am (UTC)
Oh, surely if these two can have a happily-ever-after, I can ^_^
Yes! Especially without the challenging fugitive lifestyle or brothercest problem. :)

I am full of the warm fuzzies.
:) Schmoop is so comfortable-- it's snuggly to read, somehow.

Glad to oblige!
etherealflaimetherealflaim on March 5th, 2008 02:57 am (UTC)
I wonder if it says something about me personally that I haven't really written either schmoop or dark fics yet... and I've already written a considerable number of fics for pb and scc.

I can't think what that could possibly mean >_> <_< *runs away from thinking he's unoriginal and too realistic* ~EF Or, maybe I just need the icon that says "My plot bunny ran away. Now I just write porn."
amodalieamodalie on February 29th, 2008 01:14 pm (UTC)
Mmh, so beautiful...
Only recently I thought that a laughing Lincoln is something we have seen very rarely onscreen, and that's why the end of this story put a huge smile on my face :)

It is really the place we would want them to end up. Happy, content and peaceful. You put them in the perfect surroundings, of course.
You have a wonderful writing style, like a painter who creates a vivid and many-layered picture.

The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on March 5th, 2008 02:22 am (UTC)
Only recently I thought that a laughing Lincoln is something we have seen very rarely onscreen, and that's why the end of this story put a huge smile on my face :)
It's true-- though it's understandable, we don't see him laugh. The idea that someday he could is really nice. :)

It is really the place we would want them to end up. Happy, content and peaceful.
Yes-- even though it's not where either of them expected to wind up, it's still a very good (and safe and loving) place to be.

Thanks so much for your lovely words. They made me very happy!
happy is as happy does: DP and WM at press conf - Prison Breakhappywriter06 on February 29th, 2008 09:06 pm (UTC)
You have such a way with words. I love this insight into Linc.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on March 5th, 2008 02:29 am (UTC)
:D Thank you very much! I like to help him work his way toward contentment, since he IS such a doubter in so many ways. :)
mooyoo: PB - Freedom M/Lmooyoo on March 1st, 2008 02:54 am (UTC)
*claps* So happy and sweet and such calm Lincoln. This is what I would hope for the two of them post-everything - relaxed, happy Michael and Lincoln :)

Thank you for writing this!
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB Final Hughalfshellvenus on March 5th, 2008 02:30 am (UTC)
This is what I would hope for the two of them post-everything - relaxed, happy Michael and Lincoln :)
Oh, me too. Safe, happy, and relaxed. And together. :)

So glad you liked it! I'm sorry it took so long, but I wanted to make sure you got a good birthday gift and not something generic. ♥
Maz (or foxxy!): Brothers huggingtuesdaeschild on March 1st, 2008 03:58 pm (UTC)
Oh! That was sweet and happy and full of optimism!

A welcome pick-me-up for a frustrating day!

*sighs contentedly* Thank you, sweetheart.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on March 5th, 2008 02:31 am (UTC)
Optimism is so unlike Lincoln, isn't it? He needs a little reminder of the things he has that are good, even if they're unexpected.

I'm glad to help make your day a little better, especially one like this. Yay!
Maz (or foxxy!): Brothers huggingtuesdaeschild on March 5th, 2008 06:28 pm (UTC)
Optimism is so unlike Lincoln, isn't it?

It is. But not after this!

And you know something? You're a sweetheart! :)
*hugs*
PamalaX: Brotherspamalax on March 2nd, 2008 08:26 pm (UTC)
Awwwww that was lovely!

I like them a lot like this :o)
Thanks
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB Final Hughalfshellvenus on March 5th, 2008 02:32 am (UTC)
I like them a lot like this :o)
Oh, me too. It's my happy place, for both of them. :) I can smell the sea air when I write in this setting. Heck-- I can see the floorplan of their house!
(no subject) - foophile on March 7th, 2008 03:00 am (UTC) (Expand)
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on March 9th, 2008 01:33 am (UTC)
and I love that I *see* the boys being happy. It's something that the show has always been missing.
It's funny, I veered off into this universe about mid-way into Season One-- never forseeing that Michael would do something so stupid as to hang around the U.S. on a money search when people are looking for him and Lincoln. And I really thought the show would give us at least a few moments of relief at being free, being together, and that we might see some of the family dynamic that had to have been good in order for Michael to sacrifice the way he did. *sigh* Apparently, even hints of happiness were too far beyond the show!

So this, at least, is my happy place as well the boys'. :) Things aren't perfect by any means, and though it's paradise they're still trapped all the same... but happiness never required perfection for anyone, and it's wonderful to let both characters discover that for themselves.

I'm thrilled that you like it too, for all those same reasons! And thanks so much for delurking to leave such wonderful comments. :)
tyrical: PB_brotherstyrical on March 8th, 2008 07:30 pm (UTC)
Words fail to come to me to tell you how much I loved this.
I find that it's usually worth waiting to read your work. I feel bad about that sometimes but I hate to rush through your work. I feel that I'm gonna miss a lot.

Every time I'm happy because waiting is always worth it. I get so much more I feel so much more and this is just proof of that. There is a melancholy, an acceptance, and a sense of peace that is emanating from Lincoln all through out this piece.

There is a contentment that he never expected to find and is still in a bit of wonder about it.

As always you have the power to move me. Love you to bits!
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on March 9th, 2008 01:36 am (UTC)
I get so much more I feel so much more and this is just proof of that.
I think a lot of it is also because you're a very thoughtful reader, and you find virtually everything there IS to find within a story. Which is always very rewarding, I must say. :)

There is a melancholy, an acceptance, and a sense of peace that is emanating from Lincoln all through out this piece.
Yes! I wanted to give a sense of him sometimes feeling a little out-of-place and lost here, not always because he's different but also because it's so much better than he ever expected or deserved.

The discovery that different is not bad, and that the unexpected might be the one thing you really needed and never realized, I think is true for us all. ♥