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22 January 2006 @ 12:33 am
Prison Break FanFiction: Darkness Falling  
Title: Darkness Falling
Author: HalfshellVenus
Characters: Michael/Lincoln(Slash)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Post-Escape, established relationship. How much can be certain or lasting?
Author's Notes: Written for the fanfic100 challenge, where I have the slash pairing of Lincoln/Michael. This is prompt #32, “Sunset.”

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The bathroom mirror is foggy, and Michael opens a window to release the shower steam into the cool air of morning. He has an errand to run today, and no desire to draw undue attention. He’ll shave and get dressed, and by the time he arrives he’ll look like any city clerk or storekeeper out on an early lunch.

He uses a towel to reveal his reflection, and the eyes staring back at him are the only part he knows. He has grown his hair for their life in hiding, in a way he never wears it, and he is surprised every time he sees it. He no longer looks like himself. He no longer feels like himself, in this new house and town and with a reinvented life. There is no more Michael for the outside world to see.

He finishes quickly, slipping back into the bedroom to get his clothes. Lincoln is still sleeping, but stirs a little when the closet door creaks. He watches Michael gather his clothes. “You don’t have to get dressed on my account,” he says, and Michael can hear the teasing in his voice. Lincoln’s eyes are taking in his brother’s naked form, and Michael is both embarrassed and pleased by the attention. “Going somewhere today?”

Michael rummages through the dresser for underwear and socks. “I’ve got to go into the city. I need to check on our status and get some money.” Michael pulls on a button-down long-sleeved shirt that hides his tattoos, and checks his watch.

“You’ll be careful?” Lincoln asks. It’s not really a question, but Michael knows Lincoln worries. They’re vulnerable, both of them, but Michael is easily the more identifiable of the two. If he were pressed, he’d have to admit that a full upper-body tattoo was not the wisest choice for a soon-to-be fugitive. But he can’t undo it now, and he can hate himself for it later.

“I might be back late,” Michael says, shrugging into a jacket. He takes his keys and wallet off the dresser, and Lincoln catches his arm to pull him down. “Be good,” he says, and draws Michael in for a kiss.

“You’re making it hard to leave.” Michael smiles as Lincoln’s hands squeeze his arms and come around to rock him gently. Some days they never leave the bed, but sadly this will not be one of them. “Got to go,” he whispers against Lincoln’s hair, and his kiss is one of regret. Lincoln is already settling back on one arm to watch Michael edge out the door, and the lazy pleasure written in his posture almost gives Michael second thoughts.

It is after dinnertime when Michael returns. There is no change in their status, but he has wired some more cash from offshore and that will hold them for awhile. The house is quiet as he drives up, and empty as he goes inside.

He grabs a bite to eat, looking over the newspaper and waiting for Lincoln. But it’s nearly nine o’clock when he finishes, and his brother has not returned.

Michael starts to worry. They don’t have cell phones, because the calls are too easily tapped and traced, and there is no note waiting on the counter. Lincoln could be goofing off somewhere, but if he’s been picked up by the police how would Michael know?

He squints for a moment, thinking. Pick the most obvious place and eliminate it, and work backward from there until he finds Lincoln. And if he doesn’t… he’ll come back to the house and work up a new strategy.

He checks the beach down below the house, knowing that Lincoln would probably already have come back as soon as he saw the lights signal Michael’s return. Sure enough, Lincoln isn’t down there.

It’s late, so a bar is the next best guess. There are several little taverns in town, and a couple of nicer places as well. Lincoln favors one of the newer spots, which has two televisions and well-priced drinks.

Michael is there in five minutes, trying to think of where he’ll look next if Lincoln isn’t there. He tries not to get too far ahead of himself, not to start on the road to panic. He steps up to the window, scanning the room inside.

Lincoln, sitting at the bar with a sultry blond, has too many drinks inside him and his smile is far too ready. Lincoln, all too clearly, is fine.

The same cannot be said for Michael. He stumbles back from the window and turns to lean against the outer wall, his head buzzing with disorientation. All thought is frozen as he struggles with the need to breathe, and the roaring in his ears is deafening. His eyes roam the sky, now turning purple in the sunset.

Darkness is falling, in the air and in his heart.



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(On to the next part)



 
 
 
The Good, The Bad and The Lana: brothers need youthelana on January 22nd, 2006 09:10 am (UTC)
*sigh*

Such delicious, delicious angst.

*hugs Michael*

And probably a clear case of "nobody will enjoy this story except me" :D

Sequel, sequel!

Seriously, your moods and descriptions just keep getting better and better. I can't even quote everything because somehow everything just resonates so much with me. It's not even once sentence in particular I just think it all works really well together.

I think Michael is more horrified that Lincoln didn't bother to call, that it didn't occur to him how much Michael would worry. I think that pains him much more than just the woman. That Lincoln just isn't aware.

Shall I make a quip about how apparently Linc can't even go 10 hours without, err, *attention*? Naw, I'm sure that will come up in some form :)
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slash by tinamishihalfshellvenus on January 22nd, 2006 09:17 am (UTC)
Oh god, that icon. Love it.

Sequel, sequel!

I do have an arc planned for this, assuming I don't lose it all before it's written. It should work through at least 3 of the other fanfic100 prompts. Unless I start it and hate the whole idea.

Seriously, your moods and descriptions just keep getting better and better. I can't even quote everything because somehow everything just resonates so much with me. It's not even once sentence in particular I just think it all works really well together.

Ooh! Ooh! Music to my ears. It's nice to have favorite lines, but also nice to have someone think that it flows like a single unit.

Shall I make a quip about how apparently Linc can't even go 10 hours without, err, *attention*?

Let's just say that problems with impulse control have gotten him where he is, in all the negative senses. And this is yet another one of those areas.

The Good, The Bad and The Lana: brothers bluethelana on January 22nd, 2006 09:33 am (UTC)
Oh god, that icon. Love it.

I got a bunch of new ones. Gotta show them all off :)

Let's just say that problems with impulse control have gotten him where he is, in all the negative senses. And this is yet another one of those areas.

Oh and the mood fits so well with almost's fic. Errr, completely random.

See, I can see a constellation where it could have been fairly innocent (like he didn't sleep with her or he didn't even seriously intend to sleep with her; He just got bored and wanted to have a good time) it's still wrong because it is still fairly inconsiderate.

Oh and if they ever have this argument about it, the "It doesn't count because it's not like I have feelings for my random shags" is not going to fly. I don't see Michael as the type who could ever accept that (especially since I see Michael as the guy who can never turn himself or his feelings off, so I can see him not believing that anybody else can do that).

I do get why Lincoln would want a woman. He's been in jail for 3 years and hasn't had the chance to really touch and feel and smell a woman for all that time. I can totally picture him having a certain "I did not sleep with that woman and I didn't even want to sleep with that woman, but even if we are together I want you to know that I fully intend to sleep with some more women before I die" attitude.

I keep wondering if Michael would confront Linc fairly directly or just be fairly bitchy and moody for a few days to voice his displeasure without saying what it is about. Though I half expect Linc combing back and finding Michael sitting there, waiting for him in the dark, expecting an explanation.(I totally see Michael as the "YOU tell me what is wrong about this. Why do I have to tell you?")

I'm so curious to see what you will come up. I'll just fangirl whichever direction you decide to go :)

I do have an arc planned for this, assuming I don't lose it all before it's written.

*dies*

You posted this without having the sequel ready? *headdesk* How could you? With such angst all around. Don't tell me we have to wait till the next weekend. Nooooooooooooooooo! (see that's happens to me when I poke people about coming out with their fic early) You do like to torture us ;D

Speaking of prompts, how is "brown" coming along :D

Ooh! Ooh! Music to my ears. It's nice to have favorite lines, but also nice to have someone think that it flows like a single unit.

It's just everything. Michael's different look, him not being able to recognize himself anymore, the way Michael doesn't want to leave, little things like the beach near their place and Linc would have come in if he'd seen the lights and Michael's desperation in the end.

*shuts up, gives up on trying to find something intelligent to say and goes back to obsessively reread the fic*
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slash by tinamishihalfshellvenus on January 22nd, 2006 09:41 am (UTC)
You posted this without having the sequel ready? *headdesk* How could you? With such angst all around. Don't tell me we have to wait till the next weekend. Nooooooooooooooooo! (see that's happens to me when I poke people about coming out with their fic early) You do like to torture us ;D

See? See? What did I say about it. Although I decided to post this one anyway. Mainly because the IDEA for the sequel is fixed in my head, just not yet written.

Speaking of prompts, how is "brown" coming along :D

I actually am writing either that or "Shapes" right now. We'll see when it's done. It's an alternate Escape fic.

Michael's different look, him not being able to recognize himself anymore,

I'll probably do more with that theme later, too. I think that would be jarring, on top of everything else he's been through.

And after you're done re-reading this one... check out the SN Letting Go angst piece. I think you'll like it :-)

I'm really missing hearing from jules1013 on all these recent Slash pieces, since she usually chimes in on those. Her computer separation is hurting all of us!

And is that ever a prelude of the 4-month period when you've threatened to be online less. I'm going to miss you!

And now... to bed! It is after 1:30 pm, and we have a family visit to make tomorrow.


The Good, The Bad and The Lana: went sailorthelana on January 22nd, 2006 09:47 am (UTC)
It's an alternate Escape fic.

Oh, that sounds quite intriguing.

And after you're done re-reading this one... check out the SN Letting Go angst piece. I think you'll like it :-)

Ah, you cruel mistress ;p I'll try :D

Her computer separation is hurting all of us!

Grin. Word!

And is that ever a prelude of the 4-month period when you've threatened to be online less. I'm going to miss you!

*blinks*

And now... to bed! It is after 1:30 pm, and we have a family visit to make tomorrow.

Sweet dreams and have fun tomorrow :D
The Good, The Bad and The Lana: big smile ljthelana on January 23rd, 2006 07:35 pm (UTC)
Randomly, since you are the grand mistress of title suggestions, mooyoo is trying to find a title for her baby!fic. Please, please, pretty please?