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21 June 2008 @ 05:06 pm
Prison Break Gen Fiction: Conspirators (G, Kid!Fic)  
Title: Conspirators
Author: HalfshellVenus
Pairing: Michael and Lincoln (Gen, Fluff, Kid!Fic)
Rating: G
Summary: Pre-Series Kid!Fic: Not all of Michael's plans work out as intended…
Author's Notes: Trifecta! Written for the 60_minute_fics prompt of "Burn," the pbhiatus_fic food challenge (I picked burnt chocolate cake, melted Snickers bar, and ice cream sundaes), and for my prisonbreak100 challenge ("Taste").

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The smell that greeted Lincoln when he walked in the door was familiar.

Familiar, and not at all good.

He followed it to its source, which was the kitchen—just as he'd expected. The traces of smoke left in the air made his eyes burn, though the windows were already open.

"Michael?"

He'd only been gone for a couple of hours, and he'd made sure Michael was settled in and doing his homework before he left. He wondered idly exactly how long Michael had waited before kicking off whatever had resulted in the current disaster.

"Michael?" Lincoln checked the oven—thankfully empty—then tried the garbage can. "Good god!" The fumes assaulted him, stinging his nose and eyes immediately. The air even tasted of it.

Charcoal-black cake, probably once chocolate. Now, just disgusting.

"Michael!"

Whenever Michael was in trouble, he had this way of coming into the room sideways and almost casually—like he hoped you were calling him for some other reason. Not sneaking, exactly, more like slinking.

And here he was…

"What's all this, Michael? I'm pretty sure this cake didn't kill itself," Lincoln said.

"Kind of," Michael muttered darkly. "Anyway, I cleaned it up."

"That's not the point!" Lincoln said. "Why were you making it in the first place? And you know you're not supposed to cook when you're alone!"

"I know, but it's the only way I could make it a surprise."

"For?" Lincoln stopped for a minute, then "Oh." He felt like an idiot…

When he was younger, their mom's birthday had seemed like a national holiday—he'd planned for it weeks ahead of time, making cards in secret and hoarding his allowance toward a bottle of her favorite perfume.

But now, preoccupied with the important job of being a fourteen-year-old with friends to impress, he'd forgotten. His calendar was attuned to weekends and vacation, and little else. Somehow they'd crossed into October without him noticing. Oh, man…

"So how did it get burned?" Now that he realized it was her birthday, he wished Michael's plan hadn't self-destructed.

"I, um, sort of forgot about it," Michael admitted. "I had to look up steam engines in 'How Things Work,' and I started reading about them. Then I read the next section on rocket stages, and some other stuff after that, and then… then I noticed the smell."

"Oh."

"Nothing caught on fire or anything, but it was pretty bad." Michael shrugged. "Well, you saw."

And smelled. "Yeah."

Mom would be home in an hour, and they had nothing for her except disappointment. "Got anything else?" Lincoln asked.

"I have a Snickers bar from last weekend. It's kind of melted, though."

I'll bet. Michael was legendary for stuffing things into his pockets.

"I can't think of anything left to make," Michael said. "Nothing good, anyway. We could buy her a box of candy, but it wouldn't be the same."

Lincoln thought for a minute about how their mother used to treat special occasions when they were little. Going out to McDonald's was useless for anyone over ten, and a movie wouldn't cut it on a school night.

Outside the window it was getting dark. The neon sign for Flanagan's Drugstore was already lit.

Flanagan's was the kind of place where you could buy mittens in the winter and sand buckets in the summer. It had a little bit of everything, including toys and jewelry.

Lincoln remembered then that it also had a soda fountain. It wasn't much more than a few stools around a counter and a couple of tables in the corner. But they had ice cream sauces and maraschino cherries, and several kinds of ice cream. His mouth watered as he thought back to the last time he'd been there. He'd ordered an ice cream split, and he could still remember how it tasted—chocolate sauce over strawberry ice cream, strawberry sauce over vanilla, caramel over chocolate. Even two years later, he hadn't forgotten a single detail.

"Ice cream sundaes," he said to Michael.

"We don't have ice cream," Michael countered. "I already looked—to go with the cake."

"No, no," Lincoln said. "We can take her to Flanagan's and let her get what she wants."

"Oh." Michael blinked, frozen for a moment. He seemed surprised that the answer could be so simple. "Do you have any money? I think I have two dollars."

"I've got enough for this. We're good."

Michael looked relieved. He smiled tentatively and said, "I made a card. You can sign it too."

Always planning ahead, always so much better prepared than Lincoln.

"Then I think we're covered," Lincoln said. "But Michael?"

"What?"

"Let's open the rest of the windows and get rid of the other evidence first."



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wrldpossibility: Michael cobalt bluewrldpossibility on June 22nd, 2008 01:06 am (UTC)
Trifecta indeed! That's like a triple word score!

You're very good at dialogue. I loved this line (I could picture Linc saying it perfectly): "What's all this, Michael? I'm pretty sure this cake didn't kill itself," Lincoln said.

*grins*


The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Gen PB brothershalfshellvenus on June 22nd, 2008 05:33 am (UTC)
It's funny, sometimes the combination of multiplechallenges kicks something off that a single prompt won't accomplish. I originally intended this as a birthday fic for the two lovely f-list people who had birthdays this week, but it didn't seem quite right for that when all was said and done. So instead, it's just this little snippet of kitchen chaos.

Thanks for your kinds words on the dialogue. I used to be utterly afraid of writing it back in the beginning, but I really enjoy it now. Trying to "hear" the characters and how they'd phrase something is fun-- especially Lincoln's dry sarcasm, or Michael's more pointed wit. :)
PamalaX: Brotherspamalax on June 22nd, 2008 03:37 am (UTC)
Lovely fic :o)

You know I love it when you give us the kidfic. This was especially nice. What would we do without you?
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Gen PB brothershalfshellvenus on June 22nd, 2008 05:34 am (UTC)
It seems like so much of it is kidfic, with the way canon's been going. I've got another one that I've been wrangling with for awhile, but it's a serious one. This was just for the fun of Michael's good intentions gone wrong.

And boy do I ever know about the "distracted cook syndrome." It's my nemesis. ;)
Genevieve: brothers by yucormsgenevieve on June 22nd, 2008 10:05 am (UTC)
I love the idea of Michael becoming so engrossed in his book that he was completely oblivious to the impending disaster before it was too late, because, well, that's exactly what he would have done. I also love that he cleaned it all up just as thoroughly as he'd messed it all up, again because that's him.

And now I want icecream. Damn you, woman!
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Gen PB brothershalfshellvenus on June 22nd, 2008 07:08 pm (UTC)
because, well, that's exactly what he would have done.
Oh yes - his curiosity would lead him from one thing to the next, getting more and more engrossed until... "What's that smell?" :0

And the cleaning up is like him because he's also very capable so long as he's not distracted. ;)

And now I want icecream. Damn you, woman!
:D It's my achilles heel! It never comes into the house if I can help it. Normally, I even avoid writing about it- it's that bad.
Genevieve: henry pope by sezmsgenevieve on June 23rd, 2008 10:30 am (UTC)
I will never say not to icecream, which is why we don't keep it in the house either. Even now, when it's freezing here and my toes are falling off into my slippers, I would happily pounce on a bowl.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphorshalfshellvenus on June 23rd, 2008 07:47 pm (UTC)
I would happily pounce on a bowl.
See that word "bowl" above?

I never stops there for me... which is why I avoid it as much as possible!

Pope is STILL made of awesome, 3 years later. \o/
Clair de Lune: pb - brothers kidsclair_de_lune on June 22nd, 2008 12:09 pm (UTC)
And you know you're not supposed to cook when you're alone!
Wise rule, obviously ^_^

It's a lovely ficlet. And kudos to Lincoln for saving the day!
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Gen PB brothershalfshellvenus on June 22nd, 2008 07:10 pm (UTC)
Wise rule, obviously ^_^
I can see why he broke it, and I think he'd actually know what to do if a fire broke out. But the distraction thing... that's allll Michael.

And kudos to Lincoln for saving the day!
Lincoln's never perfect, but he's often very practical. They balance each other out well. :)
cutedevil666cutedevil666 on June 22nd, 2008 09:58 pm (UTC)
Aw, very cute!
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB Final Hughalfshellvenus on June 23rd, 2008 07:49 pm (UTC)
Thank you, CuteDevil! (You bi-fandom piece of awesomeness) :D
happy is as happy does: Brothers hug (3x13) - Prison Breakhappywriter06 on June 23rd, 2008 01:44 pm (UTC)
Whenever Michael was in trouble, he had this way of coming into the room sideways and almost casually—like he hoped you were calling him for some other reason. Not sneaking, exactly, more like slinking."What's all this, Michael? I'm pretty sure this cake didn't kill itself," Lincoln said.

"Kind of," Michael muttered darkly. "Anyway, I cleaned it up."

I love his response like it's not supposed to burn even if he forgot about it.

This is really great.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on June 23rd, 2008 07:51 pm (UTC)
I love his response like it's not supposed to burn even if he forgot about it.

Exactly! Like it's the cake's fault because it wanted to die, not because Michael completely let it burn. :0

Makes me think of a scene in "Notting Hill" (which otherwise isn't a movie I like all that much). There's the husband who does all the cooking, and as friends arrive he sees smoke billowing out of the oven. "Christ, what's going on in there?!?" he bellows-- as if it has nothing to do with him, and the oven has somehow turned on him and started destroying the food on its own. :D

I wish I could say I have no personal experience with that kind of situation. ;)
happy is as happy does: Michael & LJ (3x13) - Prison Breakhappywriter06 on June 25th, 2008 12:31 pm (UTC)
Same here. You do have that moment where you're like, "WTH? I just left it for a second. How dare it burn?"
Maz (or foxxy!): Hugging Brothers Season 3tuesdaeschild on June 23rd, 2008 06:12 pm (UTC)
Your kid!fics are always so charming and this one really had the awwwww factor and then some!

I absolutely adored it and it's kind of like reading a story told about the brothers by someone who actually knew them back then, if you get what I mean! Delightful, sweetheart!! :)
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB Final Hughalfshellvenus on June 23rd, 2008 07:55 pm (UTC)
absolutely adored it and it's kind of like reading a story told about the brothers by someone who actually knew them back then, if you get what I mean!
Aww, that's such a sweet thing to say! I'm so glad you liked it!

This could have been for your birthday, if I'd known you were having it! Darn the sneakiness! ;)
Maz (or foxxy!): Hugging Brothers Season 3tuesdaeschild on June 24th, 2008 04:33 pm (UTC)
Aww, that's such a sweet thing to say!

But it's true. You seem to have known them as kids so well...*sighs contentedly*

Sorry about the sneakiness...it was just memory-lapse really! I've changed it in my profile now so maybe that'll sort it!

Anyway, you posted it just before my birthday so the timing was perfect! I'll think of it now as a birthday fic!! :)

Thank you, sweetheart.
*hugs*
tyrical: AP_Unbearably Cutetyrical on June 23rd, 2008 10:41 pm (UTC)
I'll bet that that cake would be perfect now...
Wait probably get distracted by architectural plans of the kitchen.

So cute and so sweet.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Gen PB brothershalfshellvenus on June 24th, 2008 02:16 am (UTC)
Wait probably get distracted by architectural plans of the kitchen.
:D I can see that happening! Might not even make it into the oven before he'd start thinking about alll the ways the kitchen could be improved.

Glad you liked it!
Izzie: Michael & Lincoln - Beachlady_iz on June 24th, 2008 02:23 am (UTC)
I love the title! Not what I was expecting when I first saw it.

"Let's open the rest of the windows and get rid of the other evidence first."

Awww... so sweet.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB Final Hughalfshellvenus on June 24th, 2008 06:14 am (UTC)
I love the title! Not what I was expecting when I first saw it.
:D That was why I chose it-- it fit with the actual story, and had all kinds of neat overtones for the series. But in fact, this is where the conspiring usually begins - kids vs. parents, even when the outcome is something good. ;)
chanchito_z on June 27th, 2008 12:59 am (UTC)
Aw ! So cute! And a "slinking" kid!Michael who knows he's in trouble seems like the perfect description. :D
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Gen PB brothershalfshellvenus on June 28th, 2008 01:10 am (UTC)
And a "slinking" kid!Michael who knows he's in trouble seems like the perfect description. :D

Too honest to run from the responsibility, but too much of a kid to really want to face it head-on. ;)

Glad you liked it! Dang, but I wish anyone were reading the fic that comes AFTER this one. Admittedly, it's not humor, but still. ;)
eternal_dolor: cityeternal_dolor on September 6th, 2008 04:59 am (UTC)
Sweet story
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Gen PB brothershalfshellvenus on September 6th, 2008 07:35 am (UTC)
Thank you! This one was fun to write, too. :)