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15 February 2006 @ 09:29 pm
Prison Break Fanfiction: PB/ER Crossover-- Modern Fables for Single Women  
Title: Modern Fables for Single Women
Author: HalfshellVenus
Fandom: PrisonBreak/ER Crossover
Characters; Sara, other (Gen)
Rating: PG
Summary: In which the Fair Maiden and the Mysterious Prince meet by chance in the Storm-Blown City.
Author’s Notes: Written for the pbreak_drabbles challenge to “Write Something Different.” I wrote a “Het” story for it already. But Crossovers and AU stories aren't really my thing either, so this one fit the challenge too.

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Inmate Lauder needed sedating, and Patterson needed stitches. That was how the morning had started.

By ten, an orderly had vomited in Exam Room A. Then Bellick came in complaining of a headache—all the while leaning in too close. The breakfast she hadn’t eaten was unneeded and forgotten.

At eleven-thirty, her nurse said, “Sara? Are you feeling all right?” She was pretty sure that was the second or third time she’d been asked that, so apparently the answer was No.

She drove home at noon, suddenly tired and queasy, and settled herself on the sofa for a bleary afternoon of soap operas and talk shows.

By evening she felt even worse. No vomiting and no gurgling, but a cramp was forming near her bellybutton and getting sharper all the time. She ran through a mental list of what she’d eaten, where she’d been. No foods that could puncture, no exposure to mysterious illnesses. When a sudden sweaty heat came over her, she called for an ambulance.

Not County General,” she insisted, as they drove through the crowded streets. But it was closest, and it matched her insurance. She vowed to keep her hands at her sides and let no-one breathe on her.

When they wheeled her through the doors, the smell of sickness and antiseptic assaulted her. Even working in the infirmary didn’t make a difference—the sheer volume of the smell was nauseating and overwhelming.

The paramedics handed her off to the attending physician, with a description of how she presented.

“I think I have appendicitis,” she interrupted, and three sets of eyes turned her way.

“We usually leave the diagnosis to the physician,” a soft voice said. Something exotic ran under the words, but the name “Luka” didn’t sound like anything in particular.

“I’m a doctor,” she said.

“Really?” He said it politely.

“Yes—I work at Fox River prison up in Joliet.”

The flicker that passed across his face betrayed the poor impression that gave of her skills. It was no different from her assumptions about the capabilities of the staff at County General, and if she’d been feeling better she’d have thought the irony was deserved.

“We’ll take it from here,” the doctor said, and then she was wheeled into an exam station as a nurse took her vitals all over again.

“When did you start feeling symptoms?” he asked her, and she went over the list of developments again. He listened carefully, taking in every word, and his eyes were so very dark and so sincere. Those eyes would never lie to her, would not seek hers out only to sparkle and then evade all in the same few minutes.

There was something compelling about him under the surface of that solemn kindness, and maybe it was because she was becoming more feverish now. Still, she found her mind wandering over every warning or fable she’d ever heard about the lure of gypsies, and she could glimpse their truth through the fog.

A pulse of pain made her cry out, and that concerned face washed in and out of her view along with words like “surgery” and “prep” and “now.” In an agonizing, endless span of time she felt the room spin and move and a wetness swiping across her belly. Then it was lost to welcome blackness in an instant.

Post-Op Recovery was too bright, and too loud and harsh and busy. She drifted in and out of consciousness, feeling nauseated and drugged. Voices spoke to her, their questions vague and repetitious. She was sluggish and she ached, and if she wasn’t dying why couldn’t they just leave her the hell alone?

By early morning she was in a shared hospital room, and she’d shaken off the effects of the anaesthetic. She’d certainly felt better, but it was a big improvement over yesterday. She supposed that at some point she ought to call in sick.

There was a knock on the door, and Dr. Luka entered quietly.

“Feeling better?” he asked, lifting her chart for a quick scan of the last hour’s notations.

“Yes, much.” A soft smile lifted her mouth as she caught his eyes and felt that same strange connection as before.

“You mentioned yesterday that you worked at a prison?” he asked.

“Yes—ever since I got back from the Peace Corps. I wanted to choose a job where people might never have access to a good doctor—to save them from a butcher, I guess.” She laughed. “It all made sense at the time.”

His eyes crinkled with a hint of amusement. “I know what you mean. I spent my vacation in Africa last year, working in the Congo.”

The words alone brought back memories of heat and sweat and an endless flow of patients—and the beauty of survival when she’d managed to heal or to help. “Was it worth it?” she asked on impulse.

“Absolutely,” he said. “I’ve never felt so strongly that I was making a difference.” His smile was wistful. “I’m thinking about going back again this Spring.”

So he understood, she thought. It was so nice feeling like she didn’t have to explain herself—like her choices didn’t have to be defended.

“Luka?” a voice called, and a little blond nurse stepped in through the doorway. She had a tight mouth and distrustful eyes, and she took Sara in at a glance. She conferred with the doctor for a moment, murmuring near his ear. He nodded, and she left. When he turned toward Sara, his smile was regretful.

“I’m glad you’re feeling better,” he said. “I just wanted to check on you before I went off duty.”

“Thank you for everything you’ve done,” she said, and then she watched him go.

She closed her eyes in frustration. He’d been kind and intriguing, and apparently also snugly wrapped up in a pretty blond package of “taken.”

Why couldn’t anything ever be that easy?

Well, who was she kidding? She’d never been that lucky before.

She reached for the remote control, another long day stretching out before her.

If Oprah had the answers, she was in the mood to buy...


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The Good, The Bad and The Lana: hat tip sara bellickthelana on February 16th, 2006 07:07 am (UTC)
OMG, I love it. Which is just *odd* because normally crossovers aren't my thing at all. But yay for doctors conversation, professional doctor!Sara and connecting with Luka :)
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphorshalfshellvenus on February 16th, 2006 05:20 pm (UTC)
OMG, I love it.
Whee!!

Which is just *odd* because normally crossovers aren't my thing at all.
They aren't mine, either. They just rub me the wrong way.

Which for this challenge, of course, compells me to try to write a GOOD one, where everyone's in character and there's a believable foundation for them meeting each other.

And in this case... their interests and values are similiar enough that a connection is actually possible. :-0
Ferryn - you know, that weird chick: Foxysmokingferrynheit on February 16th, 2006 11:15 am (UTC)
For being totally unexpected, this was good. I haven't watched ER in years, so this certainly isn't a crossover I would ever have thought about, but it works here.

I'm not entirely sure why, but I love that Sara asks him if it was worth it. I guess it just seems so in character. It's definitely something she'd say.
The Good, The Bad and The Lanathelana on February 16th, 2006 11:28 am (UTC)
I totally forgot that ER is also set in Chicago. I keep wanting a Prison Break/Law and Order crossover but I keep stumbling over the fact that L&O is set in New York.
Ferryn - you know, that weird chickferrynheit on February 16th, 2006 11:53 am (UTC)
Really, it's set in Chicago? Wow, I guess I never noticed. Concentrated too hard on Noah Wyle I guess.
Are we back to hos over bros?lissa_bear on February 16th, 2006 02:16 pm (UTC)
Concentrated too hard on Noah Wyle I guess

Yeah, me too.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphorshalfshellvenus on February 16th, 2006 05:46 pm (UTC)
I keep wanting a Prison Break/Law and Order crossover but I keep stumbling over the fact that L&O is set in New York.

Yeah. I didn't forget that, which is why I didn't do L&O.

Can you imagine Sara and Stabler (Christopher Meloni)? WHOA! Driven, moralistic badboy with a body that won't quit. Who clearly can hold his own against strong women, judging from his partner. Yowza.

*Ahem* Not that I'll be writing that, because I still like a canon feel to everything (which includes not getting too far-fetched).
The Good, The Bad and The Lana: michael/sucre amigosthelana on February 16th, 2006 05:53 pm (UTC)

Can you imagine Sara and Stabler (Christopher Meloni)? WHOA! Driven, moralistic badboy with a body that won't quit.


*dies from the imaginary hot*
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphorshalfshellvenus on February 16th, 2006 05:38 pm (UTC)
For being totally unexpected, this was good. I haven't watched ER in years, so this certainly isn't a crossover I would ever have thought about, but it works here.
Thank you :)

I chose "Crossover" as a challenge because I usually (but not always) detest them. And Sara seemed the right character for me. I like her apart from the fangirl stuff, plus... she can actually leave the prison :). So working backwards from that, I debated over someone she was likely to meet in the Chicago area and what series readers would be familiar enough with to enjoy the story. "ER" came to mind, and of the remaining characters there (I stopped watching last year) I really like Luka. And then... good lord, they are something of kindred spirits! Oila!

I'm not entirely sure why, but I love that Sara asks him if it was worth it. I guess it just seems so in character. It's definitely something she'd say.
I agree, obviously. Her sense of altruism is very strong, and I'm sure she must even wonder at times if she's doing enough. An opportunity to do more would be so tempting for her...
Are we back to hos over bros?lissa_bear on February 16th, 2006 01:29 pm (UTC)
*wrinkles nose* Luka? Not my cup of tea. But I loved it, all the same. The only way it could have been better...*cough* Carter *cough*
The Good, The Bad and The Lana: happy sarathelana on February 16th, 2006 01:41 pm (UTC)
Noooo, Carter is too wussy for Sara! Plus, she doesn't neet yet another drug addict in her life.
Are we back to hos over bros?lissa_bear on February 16th, 2006 02:07 pm (UTC)
Aw, no! I love Carter! Even if he is a wussy, drug addict! And they'd have such pretty babies!
The Good, The Bad and The Lanathelana on February 16th, 2006 02:12 pm (UTC)
And they'd have such pretty babies!

Now that is certainly true.

*still thinks he's too wussy for Sara*
Are we back to hos over bros?lissa_bear on February 16th, 2006 02:15 pm (UTC)
*still thinks Luka's obnoxious*

But they'd have pretty babies too.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphorshalfshellvenus on February 16th, 2006 05:42 pm (UTC)
*wrinkles nose* Luka? Not my cup of tea. But I loved it, all the same. The only way it could have been better...*cough* Carter *cough*
Oh man, I love Luka!

Carter would be another possibility in terms of mutual interest, but I don't see Sara being attracted to him physically. I think he's adorable, but... I don't think she would. He's too boyish. Although, his background of privilege that he too has turned his back on would speak to her very loudly too.

But, as far as I can remember (stopped watching this year), Carter is off the show. I wanted someone who was still around and who was worthy, and that spells Luka to me. Irresistably brooding and tortured and yet kind under it all. Not to mention handsome.
The Good, The Bad and The Lana: tajmajingobop michael and popethelana on February 16th, 2006 05:51 pm (UTC)
Although, his background of privilege that he too has turned his back on would speak to her very loudly too.

Oh! Totally didn't think of that but you are so right. BUT that would definitively require a longer story, more chance for them to actually learn that of each other.
callmetofucallmetofu on February 17th, 2006 12:27 am (UTC)
Hi.

Could you maybe give me a title suggestion for this fic?

http://callmetofu.livejournal.com/2350.html#cutid1

I swear this time I will post at least some of things I have written.

Thank you so much for all of your previous support.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphorshalfshellvenus on February 17th, 2006 12:48 am (UTC)
I swear this time I will post at least some of things I have written.
But will you ever leave actual comments about my fics? :D Just kidding.

Did you post that other one? I think you should have.

But I'll go look at this one now-- a bunch came up in my f-list today, but I hadn't had time to look at any of them (including to see if the other one got posted!)
she said mysteriouslyresounding_echo on March 7th, 2006 01:20 am (UTC)
Oh my, I don't watch ER, so I had to imdb.com "Luka" to make sure he was the one I was picturing, and omg it was him. You, dear woman, have found my only ER-centric weakness. He's so, so pretty.

I enjoyed this. It was quite different and quite unexpected. Poor Sara, so unimaginative. If I were fantasizing about Dr Luka, at least there would have been sex in my waking-dreams. ;p
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphorshalfshellvenus on March 7th, 2006 02:34 am (UTC)
You, dear woman, have found my only ER-centric weakness. He's so, so pretty.
He is-- so broodyGypsyGorgeous. Definitely my type. And the character is both tortured and kind, so of course... ping!

I enjoyed this. It was quite different and quite unexpected.
That was the challenge-- to write something different. Crossovers are definitely different for me!

Poor Sara, so unimaginative. If I were fantasizing about Dr Luka, at least there would have been sex in my waking-dreams. ;p
She barely got a chance before the dramaGirl energyVampire showed up. Oy. And they had possibilities, with their similar interests.

BUT again-- that's the point for me. I don't really like crossovers, so making it believable is the challenge!

Glad you liked it-- and my choice of doctors. Luka... Mmmmmmm.
tyrical: AP_aJolietyrical on April 14th, 2006 03:57 am (UTC)
She closed her eyes in frustration. He’d been kind and intriguing, and apparently also snugly wrapped up in a pretty blond package of “taken.”

Now isn't that how it always is.

Oh you just gotta believe that one day it'll happen for you and then you wake up and realize that you are working in a prison and its a good chance that you just patched up your soul mate and know he's puking his guts out in the bathroom. Oh right he is also scheduled to die in a few days. :) Ha!

Yep I see Sara/Micheal as more brother/sister although I could see them together too! But Michael is not bad enough for her. :)
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Venushalfshellvenus on April 17th, 2006 04:24 am (UTC)
Now isn't that how it always is.
Only just almost always. :0

and its a good chance that you just patched up your soul mate and know he's puking his guts out in the bathroom. Oh right he is also scheduled to die in a few days. :) Ha!
God, you Lincoln/Sara miniShippers are everywhere! Heh. ;)

But Michael is not bad enough for her. :)
Sadly true. I have a sister like this. They um... both need to grow out of that particular issue.