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30 September 2005 @ 12:10 pm
Prison Break Fanfiction: Things Michael Had Not Expected in Prison  
Title: Things Michael Had Not Expected In Prison
Character: Michael (Gen)
Rating: PG-13 (language and prison content)
Summary: (S1) Even Michael can't plan for everything...

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He’d thought he’d be fairly anonymous in the general population once he got inside. He was quiet, and he didn’t look for trouble. Why was he suddenly the object of so many unwanted sexual advances? Sure, he’d heard things about prison, but he’d figured a lot of that was hype. It wasn’t like anyone paid him much attention outside, at least not that he’d noticed. But then, he had been awfully preoccupied the last few years…

He’d expected to fly under the radar with the guards. So how was it that he’d managed to get Bellick’s back up in the first few seconds of talking to him? He thought he’d been pretty low-key and respectful, but Bellick had it in for him. Now, whenever they spoke Bellick’s eyes got squinty and his mouth got tight, telegraphing that he was about one step away from bringing a beat-down on him. What had Michael said? He would probably never know.

On the flip side, he never expected to be helping the warden out with anything remotely resembling a popsicle-stick palace. Now he was getting friendly attention from the prison’s top dog, which was still attention, and so what the hell had happened to that staying invisible part of his plan?

Then there was the old man. Michael had thought he would go for the bait right away. But D.B., or whoever he actually was, could not have been less interested. Michael had hoped to make an ally of the old man, and have some cash to call on after the escape. Now the aftermath would be a little more complicated.

He’d counted on crossing paths with Lincoln more often once he was inside, and having a little more casual time to spend with him. Who knew that he’d barely be allowed to talk to him, and never to touch him? Why the hell would the guards care? But they did—about this and about almost every other move the prisoners made. Sometimes, on lineup, your feet had to be right there, or they’d call you on it.

He’d worried about guarding his honor against beefy cons (and possibly failing). So how could his biggest problem be some puny little fuck with a relentless need to cause him untold varieties of damage? Why hadn’t the other prisoners taken T-Bag down already? The creep was a freak show unto himself in this damned circus.

Michael had known prison was isolating, but he was only going to be there for a few weeks. He was surprised to find how much he missed being able to chat with someone—not even a friend, maybe just someone in passing—without the potential of death-escalation from the most meaningless of comments.

He’d also expected to lose sleep in the pen, what with lying awake and listening for the guards at night and trying to gauge whether he could make a move on his tunnel access project. Instead, any time he didn’t have to stay awake he found himself dropping off and sleeping like the dead. Constantly watching his every word and move had turned out to be absolutely exhausting.

Consequently, he was completely unprepared for waking up to the sound of his cellmate ripping his clothes off. What the hell kind of a psycho does that to a person while he’s sleeping? Someone making moves on his ass after dark he could see, but getting after his tattoos? What was next—would the guy flay his skin off so he could save some samples for later scrutiny? That whole episode had really freaked Michael out. His stomach still curdled every time he remembered it.

But losing his toes (god, he tried not to think about it, he looked away every time he put on his shoes and socks)…followed by his surprisingly solid alliance with Abruzzi… that he could not even have imagined. Of all the prices he’d thought he might pay to put this thing in motion, this one was larger and more permanent than he’d been prepared for.

He could agonize about the effects later, and for the rest of his life if he wanted to, but the overwhelming shock of it was hard to put aside.

This particular sacrifice had better turn out to have been worth it.


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Zsuzsuness on October 1st, 2005 05:11 pm (UTC)
Congrats! I liked this a lot. I like the atmosphere of it, and it's very well written!!! ♥



Is there a PB slash community? (other than that pb_fics one..) I'd really love to read some Michael/Abruzzi ; Michael/T-Bag or Abruzzi/T-Bag fics, lol.. but cannot find any.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphorshalfshellvenus on October 1st, 2005 08:31 pm (UTC)
It seems that Fanfiction.net is planning one, because they have archived off 3 off my Lincoln/Michael stories (I post there as HalfshellVenus).
However, when I tried to see what else was in that archive, it only showed each individual story. Maybe there's a super-secret access method :-P

Thanks for the comments-- this was the most light-hearted of my PB fics, at least at the beginning. I hated to go to the dark place with the toes, but you've just gotta do it given the story's subject matter!
BEWARE OF JENMAR.: Brotherly Love - Lincon & Michael - PBclex_monkie89 on December 27th, 2005 11:35 am (UTC)
Consequently, he was completely unprepared for waking up to the sound of his cellmate ripping his clothes off.

It kinda says something that my first thought when I read this was: Sucre!
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphorshalfshellvenus on December 31st, 2005 06:42 pm (UTC)
Ah, the slashy direction.

Sadly, here it was the psycho cellie...
BEWARE OF JENMAR.clex_monkie89 on December 31st, 2005 07:21 pm (UTC)
And yet the Psycho Cellie has so much potential for fucked-upness too.
tyrical: AP_aJolietyrical on April 14th, 2006 03:04 am (UTC)
Oh Michael,

Its just like Lincoln said when he finally got to talk to him in chapel. You always forget to include people's reactions and that will always change the plan.

Good thing Michael is somewhat adaptable. (t's always the pretty quiet ones that don't know that their trouble. So it shocks'em when they find that they are the focus of everyone's attention.)
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphorshalfshellvenus on April 16th, 2006 05:36 pm (UTC)
You always forget to include people's reactions and that will always change the plan.
And change it so hugely. Psychology is the largest part of dealing with people. And they will still be unpredictable, even when you think you know what they'll do.

And then there are the T-Bags of this world. You can expect that there might be someone wild and dangerous and hard-to-gauge, but when you actually run into that person, you still aren't really prepared for it. :0
B: PB - fishstrifechaos on September 16th, 2006 08:30 am (UTC)
This is Michael. Pure and simple.

Disregarding/oblivious to what a sexy little bitch he is and bewildered by his spot in the lime light. You really captured how he doesn’t understand human sociology. I love how you point out that it tires him to have to watch over ever action so that he doesn’t offend and get himself killed. Michael strikes me as the type that does/says whatever is on his mind with little censorship (under usual conditions) and doesn’t pick up on the fact that it’s rather abnormal. Just re-watching the first season and seeing how clueless he is towards certain social norms and behaviorisms, and you really embody that when you write. He roughly reminds me of Rodney McKay, in that he has too many thoughts going on in his head that he just overload if he had to censor whatever came out of his mouth. Only Michael is more caught up in what actions he needs to take, and doesn’t understand that even if he needs a straight line, some people don’t like to budge. Gah, I don’t know if that makes sense but you get the gist of what I mean?

T-Bag, dude I don't even know where to start on the part about him because it's exactly what I think whenever I see him do something outrageously outlandish and no one moves to stop him. I mean what is he a buck fifty? That Avocado beast could snap him in two. The creep was a freak show unto himself in this damned circus. I have to save that for my quote's board, it was too deliciously snarky.

Consequently, he was completely unprepared for waking up to the sound of his cellmate ripping his clothes off. What the hell kind of a psycho does that to a person while he’s sleeping?
That. Was. Perfect. *dies*
That whole episode had really freaked Michael out. His stomach still curdled every time he remembered it.

That whole plot turn cracked me up more than it should, because I would have freaked out if some dude was groping me in the middle of the night in prison. Michael's reaction was Gandhi to my admittedly Godzilla. *smirks* I can still picture how huge his eyes were in that scene. It was really the last thing that he was expecting, and he conveyed it so splendidly as did you.

I still cringe whenever I think about his toes, you wouldn't think you'd be so attached to them but damn my toes still curl up.

And D.B.'s reaction, you could just read the 'oh shit' expression on Michael's face when he realized that maybe he really wasn't D.B., and how the hell was he going to afford his daily cocoa puffs once he'd busted out, let alone Lincoln's? Obviously someone was going to have to become a rentboy. *laughs*

We all know the only reason that Bellick hassles Mikey so much is because he's beyond repressed. If D.B. had tossed him in a closet instead of their escape hole they wouldn't have had nearly as many problems because he obviously can't get out of one.

Michael being lonely and missing spending time with Linc was cute. ((I know this is gen and not slash but think how much more slashy it would have been if Lincoln had been in gen pop? *fans self* *faints*))

My favorite bit was about Pope and his Popsicle stick palace, because really---how bizarre and silly was that? What crack was he smoking when he came up with that particular idea?

And I’ve rambled, but I never feel like I can quite pinpoint what’s so awesome about your work---and maybe that’s it. That every line strikes true. It makes me think because you analyze it so wonderfully and deliver it so breathtakingly. *glomps* *waves*
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB Final Hughalfshellvenus on September 16th, 2006 07:20 pm (UTC)
Ooh! *flails* No-one has read this in forever. It's that old.

Disregarding/oblivious to what a sexy little bitch he is and bewildered by his spot in the lime light. You really captured how he doesn’t understand human sociology. I love how you point out that it tires him to have to watch over ever action so that he doesn’t offend and get himself killed.
Word to the first half-- he has no apparent idea that he's like a little chocolate bar wandering into a cage of starving men. And he can be so astute about other people and yet so dumb, all on the flip of a coin. Here, though, he's found out he can't afford to ever slip up. It's so much more volatile than he ever could have guessed. One wrong like might get you killed.

i>I have to save that for my quote's board, it was too deliciously snarky.</i>
Hee! It's still how I think of him, too. He's a stringy little maneuvering bully, and you'd think someone would have offed him by now just to simplify life. :0

That whole plot turn cracked me up more than it should, because I would have freaked out if some dude was groping me in the middle of the night in prison.
Starting with tearing your clothes off. That's just going nowhere good. The fact that he didn't completely freak might be all the better, because you never know what might set Haywire off. I believe he was in prison for homicide. So he's crazy AND dangerous.

I still cringe whenever I think about his toes, you wouldn't think you'd be so attached to them but damn my toes still curl up.
Oh, it pains me. Permanent mutilation (I've covered this theme several times in other stories), the loss of just being able to be carefree-- to go barefoot when other people are around, to just run the way you always used to. It would affect your balance, definitely.

If D.B. had tossed him in a closet instead of their escape hole they wouldn't have had nearly as many problems because he obviously can't get out of one.
Hah! You kill me. :)

but think how much more slashy it would have been if Lincoln had been in gen pop? *fans self* *faints*))
That thought is never far from my mind. It's kind of where "Rescue and Revelations" started out, because at least I could invent some alone time together. Rrowr!

What crack was he smoking when he came up with that particular idea?
The idea of it is quite romantic. But the materials he chose just... undercuts the presentation, let us say. I love the whole thing because it's SO whacked out (especially for a man as smart as Pope). You think, WFT?

I'm so glad you liked this piece. As I said, I wrote it age ago (back within the first month or two of the show). Glad it's still worth reading. :)