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07 July 2008 @ 11:45 pm
Prison Break Slash Fiction: Of The Less Familiar Species (PG-13)  
Title: Of The Less Familiar Species
Author: HalfshellVenus
Characters: Michael, hints of Michael/Lincoln (Slash)
Rating: PG-13 (subject matter)
Summary: Michael and girls moved in slightly different orbits.
Author's Notes: Written for 60_minute_fics (for "Adolescence"), and also for pbhiatus_fic ("Remember When") and my fanfic100 table ("She").

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It wasn't that Michael didn't understand girls.

Actually he didn't, but girls were only slightly more mysterious than other people in general. The truth was that in many ways, Michael was a species of his own.

"Want to play house?" Jenny Beakman was always asking.

House? When there was a PBS show on volcanoes starting in a few minutes? Or new library books for Lincoln to read to him? "No," he'd answer, already swinging the door shut. He'd never understood games like "House" or "Store" to begin with—they were boring. Why pretend stuff that already happened by itself?

In third grade, Lisa Addleston told him she liked fractions. "And percents!" No-one else had ever liked math the way Michael did, and he thought he might marry her someday for that alone. When she moved away the next year, he was left with nothing but whiny classmates who thought that decimals were hard.

By the time he was in middle school nothing had changed. "Why're you always reading?" Tracy Hamilton wanted to know. Michael was sure her snotty friends had put her up to it, a bunch of gum-chewing thirteen-year-olds who already wore makeup to school.

"I like books."

"But isn't there anything else you like? How about girls?"

Which ones? Michael thought, but all he said was, "Sure."

She flounced off to join the other girls, all of them whispering and looking at him and giggling after that, and he just rolled his eyes and went back to reading. He was pretty sure that "No" would have been a worse answer, which meant that the question was a trap to begin with, and he hated things like that.

He couldn't help wondering if the girls had picked him because he was just some random boy, or because he was the eighth-grade smart kid, or the foster-home kid, or all of those things at once…

In high school, Sandy Travers wouldn't leave him alone. She was in National Honor Society and English Lit with him, always pushy about sitting next to him or asking him questions about the homework—like she hadn't written it all down for herself already. Michael suspected her obsession with him was part of some bet she had going with the other cheerleaders. There was no prize in any of that for him.

"We could study at my house," she'd say. "My parents won't be home until after six."

Michael knew what she was really offering from things he'd read in books or seen on television, from conversations he'd overheard… and from the muffled sounds that escaped Lincoln's bedroom on the days Veronica visited.

"I need to get home," Michael would respond, unsure of what he was running from. There were so many ways for other people to use you—humiliate you—and something about Sandy's setup always felt like it was destined to go wrong.

"Don't you like girls?" she finally asked one day, backing him into the wall and glaring at him with eyes the same color of blue as Lincoln's.

But that was the problem. She wasn't Lincoln.

There was none of the happiness Michael usually felt when Lincoln was this close to him. Everything was missing—the way Michael's skin tingled in the presence of Lincoln's warmth, the way his ears hummed when Lincoln spoke, the sudden shift in gravity whenever Lincoln touched him or even smiled at him.

With Sandy, there was nothing at all.

Maybe she's right, Michael realized in a sudden dizzying rush. It wasn't that all those thoughts and feelings he'd heard about hadn't happened, because they had—but only with Lincoln. How was he supposed to recognize them when the context was so unexpected, so impossibly wrong?

Sandy was looking at him suspiciously, her eyes narrowed as if she'd seen the truth that was coursing through his veins. Michael knew his reputation would be dragged through the gutter in a matter of hours if he didn't do something fast.

Pulling himself together, he put his hand on her shoulder and smiled like Casanova. "Maybe I just don't like you," he purred, his voice offering everything his words denied.

He brushed up against her slowly as he moved past, his thoughts focused on imagining Lincoln there in her place. She trembled at the touch, her eyes fluttering with longing.

But Michael kept on going, acting some image of cool he'd never actually felt. Somehow he managed to walk away steadily, despite the burning inside his heart.


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The female version of Rob Gordon: mike/linc facesfreaky_nea on July 8th, 2008 09:01 am (UTC)
That is SO Michael! *loves*

Oh, by the way I'm reading a lot lot of your fics and they are awesome! Thanks for writing!
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on July 8th, 2008 05:16 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much!

Poor Michael-- real people are so different from him (and often so illogical) that I'm sure he often doesn't understand them.

But oh the horror when he is himself one of those people that don't match the acceptable patterns.
PamalaX: NewLincpamalax on July 8th, 2008 12:05 pm (UTC)
There's the Michael I know and love ;o)

Very nice!
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on July 8th, 2008 05:17 pm (UTC)
There's the Michael I know and love ;o)

Just trying to keep afloat of what other people think the rules are, and getting caught up in the exceptions anyway. Especially when the exception is him. :0
lindtti: mincolnlindtti on July 8th, 2008 03:45 pm (UTC)
He is such a smart kid! <3 *grins*

*loooooooooves*
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on July 8th, 2008 05:17 pm (UTC)
Thank you very much!

Now there's an icon I haven't seen before. Always nice to know there are other Michael/Lincoln fans, especially these days. :)
tyrical: RPS_Wentworth Millertyrical on July 8th, 2008 04:47 pm (UTC)
Poor Michael playground revelations are sooo not of the good.
But being who he is I can see how it played out as truth. He'd cover and be thought of as more cool, insanely hot, and unattainable and even more of a challenge to the girls.

Too bad they haven't got a shot! And Michael is discovering the definition of love thy brother ... in the worst possible way.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on July 8th, 2008 05:18 pm (UTC)
He'd cover and be thought of as more cool, insanely hot, and unattainable and even more of a challenge to the girls.
And you know he'd be driving them nuts, even just working that voice on them. ;)

And Michael is discovering the definition of love thy brother ... in the worst possible way.
What a tragedy this would be for him, especially since it defies all acceptable logic, not to mention paving the road to heartbreak.
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The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on July 8th, 2008 07:09 pm (UTC)
but what a predicament for poor, poor Michael.

Yes- what an impossible thing to discover about yourself! As if the first half of it wasn't hard enough already.

I'm glad you enjoyed the story, and I'm especially glad to be done with the pesky prompt of "She" in a table that I'm using for slash stories. ;)
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The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphorshalfshellvenus on July 8th, 2008 07:25 pm (UTC)
:D Only took 2 1/2 years! :0

Now if I could only get rid of all those pesky food prompts. Bleh.
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The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphorshalfshellvenus on July 8th, 2008 07:41 pm (UTC)
"Lunch" and "Dinner." I got rid of "Food" and "Drink" and "Breakfast," but honestly... I am not inspired by meals! There's a reason I dumped them from the prisonbreak100 table. There are SO many more prompts that could inspire stories than mealtime prompts. :0
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The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphorshalfshellvenus on July 8th, 2008 07:59 pm (UTC)
They'd be more workable in a non-slashy context, unless I was big on food-porn, which I know you're aware is not true! It's the anti-kink! So far...
Maz (or foxxy!): A Little Joytuesdaeschild on July 11th, 2008 02:35 pm (UTC)
Way to make yourself a man of mystery, Michael!! And let's face it, we girlies love a man of mystery!

In some ways I think Michael is kind of alien and I really can see that he'd feel this way when he was growing up.

What really clinched it for me was the way he felt the same as the rest of the world; except only when he was around Lincoln!!

I love multi-faceted Michael and your version of bookish nerdy Michael who knows how to play the game when circumstances demand it is totally sublime!!

Thank you for giving me a boost on what has otherwise been a shitty day, sweetheart.
*hugs*
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on July 12th, 2008 12:04 am (UTC)
Way to make yourself a man of mystery, Michael!! And let's face it, we girlies love a man of mystery!
It's funny, isn't it, that this kind of behavior only makes her want him more? But at least she's convinced that he likes girls. ;)

I love multi-faceted Michael and your version of bookish nerdy Michael who knows how to play the game when circumstances demand it is totally sublime!!
That seems very much like him, from what we've see in Season One for instance (or some of his other three-steps-ahead moves). Sometimes he doesn't understand people at all, and sometimes he knows them all too well.

Sorry it's been a lousy day, but I'm glad this helped! *hugs*
Maz (or foxxy!): A Little Joytuesdaeschild on July 13th, 2008 02:31 pm (UTC)
It did! Thank you, sweetheart!

And yes, people are sometimes an enigma to Michael and sometimes he sees right into their souls! In some ways he's a little scary! :)
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The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on July 25th, 2008 04:05 pm (UTC)
*fist pump* That's right, Michael. Remind her of just how stupid she's being. I love it!
Yes-- threaten her with what she can't have, now that she's pissed you off. ;)

but I love how smart and adaptive Michael is in this fic.
He doesn't always know the right thing to do the first time (where people are concerned), but he's always learning and changing. It's one of his best qualities. :)

It's not that he's asexual, just that he's already found his mate.
And what a blow, to realize who that person is and how hopeless the chances of success. Ouch.

I'm glad you found this one too, and what a fantastic icon that is! Very hot. :D
amodalie: went blueamodalie on September 7th, 2008 12:44 pm (UTC)
Awww, this is adorable!!! A mixture of sweet and a little sad.

The title and the first line alone are perfect.
It's never easy for a child to realise they're different, but I love how you show Michael's development from insecurity to awareness and total acceptance of his difference.

(sorry for commenting so late! My list of fics waiting to be read is growing like monster plants in a greenhouse...)
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on September 8th, 2008 10:39 pm (UTC)
It IS kind of bittersweet, isn't it? The realization Michael finally has helps him understand himself better... and also to know what he'll probably never have.

What a fun topic for a story, though-- all the ways in which Michael just doesn't quite mesh with ordinary human beings just for typical genius reasons. ;)

There is no late in commenting! I understand well the issue of having a backlog of stories. I live in that state, all the time. *sigh*

Thanks for reading!