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01 March 2009 @ 01:44 am
Prison Break Gen Fiction: "Relative Obscenities" (PG)  
Title: Relative Obscenities
Author: HalfshellVenus
Characters: Michael and Lincoln (Gen, Fluff, Humor)
Ration: PG
Summary (Pre-series): What was that noise?
Author's notes: A little humor piece as a belated birthday gift for chanchito_z. It's not remotely deep, but I hope you like it anyway.
Also for prisonbreak100, this is "Sound."

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What was that noise?

Michael could hear it coming through the walls, a series of muffled yelps and moans that almost formed a rhythm. Like someone poking a puppy through a cage, which was a disturbing thought.

He went in search of the sound. It was coming from Lincoln's bedroom.

Michael pushed the door open carefully. Lincoln locked it sometimes, but it wasn't locked now.

What it needed instead was soundproofing.

Lincoln was lying on the bed, writhing his way through air guitar as he sang along with something playing through the headphones. Michael couldn't begin to identify the song—a cross between caterwauling and throat congestion wasn't much to go on, and he doubted the original sounded much like that anyway.

"Lincoln!" he shouted, but got no response. "Lincoln!" He whacked his brother's leg.

"Huh?" Lincoln pulled off the headphones.

"Stop," Michael said firmly.

Lincoln looked embarrassed for a moment—caught playing air guitar by his little brother, totally a first-place failure in cool. He coughed. "Stop what?" he said, with tone of careful casualness.

"My God, Lincoln, you really can't sing. Like, at all. So for Pete's sake, stop trying!"

Lincoln frowned. "It wasn't that bad…" he started.

"No," Michael commented. "It was worse. People could be calling the Humane Society right now, to rescue the animals they think you're torturing."

"Hey, now! And who made you the music expert, anyway?"

"School choir," Michael said. "And I had to audition."

"So, maybe with some practice—"

"Absolutely not. Perish the thought. Before I throw the tape deck out the window."

"Fine," Lincoln huffed, sitting up and running his hands over his hair. "I'll try to remember."

"Do that." Michael cast another threatening look at the headphones before turning to leave.

There was an aggrieved silence behind him for a second, and then Lincoln spoke up:

"By the way," he said, "your gazillion chess games and science experiments are cluttering up the apartment. So how about picking those up?"



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amodalie: went blueamodalie on March 1st, 2009 01:04 pm (UTC)
*snickers*... How sweet! I could virtually hear them bantering like this.
And I definitely like the word 'caterwauling'! :D
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Gen PB brothershalfshellvenus on March 1st, 2009 06:47 pm (UTC)
Caterwauling is a great word, and corrently shows how impressively awful a sound can actually me. :0
alienmom: bros-cannesalienmom on March 1st, 2009 08:21 pm (UTC)
"School choir," Michael said. "And I had to audition."

now we know who got all the musical talent in the family! hehe!!

i lurv your brother banter! <3
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Gen PB brothershalfshellvenus on March 1st, 2009 10:27 pm (UTC)
now we know who got all the musical talent in the family! hehe!!

The only thing worse than not being able to sing is being certain that you can. :0

I'm glad you enjoyed this-- it's such fun to write dialogue for these two. :)
chanchito_z on March 3rd, 2009 01:54 am (UTC)
Awww! That was adorable! Thank you!!

Michael was so believably smug and too smart, and Lincoln had the perfect combination of "smart enough to realize Michael was probably right" and "still enough of a boy to think he could sing great anyhow." hee hee! The image of the poked-puppy as the sound of Lincoln's singing was priceless. :D

And deep/schmeep - it was wonderfully fluffy and I need wonderfully fluffy to get me through S4. So it was perfect. Thank you.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB Final Hughalfshellvenus on March 3rd, 2009 08:47 pm (UTC)
hee hee! The image of the poked-puppy as the sound of Lincoln's singing was priceless. :D
Singing is SO much worse with headphones on, because you can't hear the notes you're making. Imagine if you couldn't sing well to begin with. A lot of aimless yelping could definitely be the result. :0

I'm glad you enjoyed the fluffiness of it-- I like fluff, myself, and I can imagine that S4 is excruciating. I bailed out after the 2-hour premiere, and I'm sorry I watched even that!

Hope the birthday was a good one, not too stormy or snow-laden. :)
tyrical: PB_Lincoln_1tyrical on May 5th, 2009 06:30 pm (UTC)
The older brother has to get the last word.
Always.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Gen PB brothershalfshellvenus on May 5th, 2009 07:16 pm (UTC)
:D Even when the particular last word is kind of dumb. ;)