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21 March 2006 @ 10:56 pm
Prison Break FanFiction: Castles For Kings  
Author: HalfshellVenus
Category: Lincoln & Michael (Gen, Fluff)
Rating: G
Summary: My first true fluffyFic (and kid!Fic too). A family outing on a perfect day.
Author’s Notes: Written for prisonbreak100, where I have the Gen pairing of Lincoln and Michael. This is for prompt #63, “Summer,” and was written as an antidote to the first (and very depressing) episode of the show to follow the hiatus.


x-x-x-x-x

Michael thought he was the first one up, but there were tote bags and backpacks waiting by the front door.

Something was happening. A trip. He ran back into the bedroom at full speed.

“Lincoln! Lincoln! We’re going somewhere!”

Lincoln groaned. Bouncing was a lousy way to wake up.

“I know, Michael. I helped Mom get ready last night.”

“What is it? Where are we going?”

Lincoln pulled the pillow over his eyes. “Mnh. A surprise. Mom said I couldn’t tell you.”

Michael sat back. Too much stuff for the zoo or a museum. Not enough stuff to visit their cousins in New York.

“Boys, time to get up,” their mother’s voice floated in from the kitchen.

“C’mon Lincoln. Let’s go!”

Michael was out the door already and scampering off down the hallway. There should be a law, Lincoln thought. Morning people and normal people should never have to share a room. He threw the covers off and sat up slowly. Mom said he wouldn’t be old enough to have coffee until he was twenty, or it could stunt his growth. Better short than dead, he thought as he lumbered toward the bathroom.

*******

Michael marched in front to the bus stop, carrying his backpack like he meant business. Lincoln and their mother followed, with backpacks and totebags in tow.

Bus. Bus. El. Train. By 9:30 they were heading North out of town, and Michael had been talking almost non-stop.

“Are we bringing lunch? What is it?”

“Sandwiches, chips, some fruit,” his mother answered, smiling at her son’s energy. “Maybe something special.”

“Who made the sandwiches? Lincoln?”

Lincoln’s eyes rolled up toward the ceiling. “Not this again.”

“You put too much jam on them,” Michael protested. “It squeezes out, and they get sticky!”

“And yet, you’ve lived,” Lincoln said.

“Try to think about how much fun we’re going to have,” their mother said.

“I could if I knew where we were going.” Michael’s face was hopeful.

“You’ll find out when we get there.”

*******

By eleven o’clock, they were on the street, marching toward… the Lake.

“Cool!” Michael yelled. “But how come we came so far just to go back to the Lake again?”

“It’s different here,” his mother said. “This is where I used to come with your grandparents when I was a little girl.”

Down the stairs and into the sand, and Michael took his shoes off at once. He squished his feet down into it and scuffled his way toward the water, kicking up little clouds as he went.

Lincoln smiled in spite of himself, because he still loved going to the beach almost as much as Michael, even though the beach was really Lake Michigan. It didn’t have the deep, rolling waves of the ocean, but it had almost everything else.

“I want to go in!” Michael said.

“What about a snack first?” his mother asked.

“Not hungry—I want to go in!”

“All right, honey.” She spread out the picnic blanket, and helped Michael get his things off and onto the blanket before he dashed off into the water. Lincoln followed suit, and soon the two of them were jumping up and down in the quiet waves at the water’s edge, shrieking and laughing like a pair of toddlers.

They swam and dived and splashed each other until lunchtime, as their mother walked along the shoreline. Then they sat down to eat and let the sun dry them off.

“Pickles!” Michael had his sandwich in one hand and the now-decapitated pickle in the other. They dived into a bag of Doritos later, their fingers turning orange as they ate.

“My sandwich is sandy,” Michael said after a bit.

Of course. “Duh,” Lincoln replied.

“Lincoln, don’t talk to your brother like that!”

“Sorry,” he muttered. There was sand in his too, but he figured it was part of the deal.

“I brought marshmallows for later,” their mother said, and Lincoln’s eyes lit up for the first time that day. Going to the beach never seemed complete without roasted marshmallows.

When lunch was done, they settled down to playing in the sand before their mother would let them back in the water. Lincoln made a fortress, carefully scooping out the middle and shoring up the sides. He liked to stay closer to the water where the sand was wetter, because it was easier to work with. Michael preferred to go back and forth with buckets of water as he needed them.

After half an hour, the fortress wasn’t looking too bad. It had turret-like mounds, and a decent moat around the outside.

Lincoln got up to see what Michael was doing. Holy— Michael’s castle had a courtyard and a drawbridge, and a wall walk in addition to the moat. He’d used pebbles to mark off the entranceway, pieces of straw near a makeshift stall area in the courtyard, and he’d decorated each of the six turrets with feathers.

Huh. Lincoln’s fortress pretty much looked like crap now in comparison. He stomped right through the middle of it to get a drink, and then walked down to the water again.

“Wait for me!” Michael called, leaving his masterpiece behind. Lincoln was partly submerged by the time he got there.

“Can I ride on your back?” Michael asked, and that was a tradition too. He climbed up, and Lincoln piggybacked him in the water, galumphing unpredictably as Michael giggled and held on tighter.

“Are you ready? I’m gonna launch you.”

“Okay,” Michael said. Lincoln burst up into the air and dumped Michael off into the water below, ducking away from the splash. Michael was up again almost immediately.

“Do it again!” he said, and he clambered back into place. Bounce, bounce, jump, splash! Five more times, and Lincoln was out of breath.

“You’re getting heavy,” he said, and Michael patted him on the side and waited. They’d moved down the shore a little, and the water shifted and poured where they stood.

“Hey!” Michael said suddenly, clinging onto Lincoln.

“What? What is it?”

“Something’s touching me. Something icky.”

“Probably a lake monster,” Lincoln said. “They get hungry after awhile.”

“Mo-o-o-m-m!” and Michael was tearing up out of the water before Lincoln could take it back. He sighed. Sometimes he forgot that Michael couldn’t always tell when he was kidding.

“It’s okay, Michael,” he called out, wading after him. His mother was shaking her head as he approached. “It was only joking,” he said. “It’s just seaweed.”

“This isn’t the ocean—it’s a lake,” Michael insisted.

“Well, yeah, but seaweed still grows in it. Or something like it. Don’t worry about it—it’s just a plant.”

Michael looked at his mother expectantly, and she nodded her head.

“Ready for the marshmallows?” she asked.

“I’ll get some sticks and grass,” Lincoln said. He gathered enough to start a small fire, and his mother set aside a couple of the longer pieces for roasting with.

Once they had a steady flame, they jammed the marshmallows onto the sticks and held them out. Lincoln turned his slowly, watching it brown. Michael moved his too close, and it suddenly caught on fire. He waved it frantically, making the fire grow, until there was a black lump of gunk on his stick. His mother pushed it off into the edge of the fire, and loaded up a new marshmallow. Lincoln’s was perfect, almost burning his mouth a little as he ate it and set up another one.

Michael had charcoal again in no time, and Lincoln gave him his marshmallow instead. “It’s all… gooey.” Michael said. “Yuck.”

“It’s supposed to be like that,” Lincoln answered. “You’re supposed to taste it, not worry about what it feels like.”

“Wis nah oo bad,” Michael said in surprise, mouth full and sticky.

“Patience, Young Skywalker,” Lincoln said, and showed him the slow, careful technique of roasting without getting too close.

After six more marshmallows apiece, they were both nauseated and had had enough. Their mother closed up the bag and broke the sticks up into the fire and burned the remains. Lincoln lay down in the sun and closed his eyes, while Michael sat and watched the water.

But four o’clock, it was time to catch the train again. They shook everything out and folded it back up, putting their clothes back on over their swimsuits. Michael turned back for one last look at the lake as they trudged back to the station. Birds swooped and dived out over the edge and the sun glinted off the water underneath them. It was perfect and beautiful. He would come to remember that day forever.

He fell asleep on Lincoln’s shoulder during the train ride back into the city. His brother dozed back against the seat behind them while their mother watched them sleep.


----- fin -----


 
 
 
BEWARE OF JENMAR.: PB - Family - Michael & Linc & Vclex_monkie89 on March 22nd, 2006 07:29 am (UTC)
You did it! You did it you did it you did it!

I really don't know here top begin with this fic because I love it so much! I love the piggybacking and Michael being all giddy and his sand castle and the seaweed and just...

I love this and I love you for doing this and this is just completely awesome.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Gen PB brothers by _silent_rage_halfshellvenus on March 22nd, 2006 07:38 am (UTC)
You did it you did it you did it!
I did! I ate my own bunny! I mean.... :0 That came out wrong. You know what I mean!

because I love it so much! I love the piggybacking and Michael being all giddy and his sand castle and the seaweed and just...
It's like a perfect (and slightly weird) kid day, isn't it?

And OMG. I wrote fluffyFic and kidFic all at the same time. Well, I guess it's time I joined in.

Bring back any memories? :D
(no subject) - clex_monkie89 on March 22nd, 2006 07:51 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - halfshellvenus on March 22nd, 2006 03:57 pm (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - clex_monkie89 on March 22nd, 2006 08:27 pm (UTC) (Expand)
B: heestrifechaos on March 22nd, 2006 07:32 am (UTC)
Beautiful. This really does sound like a perfect family outing. Loved Lincoln's thoughts on how normal people should never have to be around morning people, couldn't agree with him more on that one. *grins* Great work. *waves*
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Gen PB brothers by _silent_rage_halfshellvenus on March 22nd, 2006 07:40 am (UTC)
Loved Lincoln's thoughts on how normal people should never have to be around morning people, couldn't agree with him more on that one.
Yes, me too. I am, of course, NOT a morning person. As you might have guessed.

Glad you liked this one-- haven't seen you over here in awhile! I peeked over at your journal, and I when I saw the combination of Agri/OSU I admit my mind first went to Oregon State University (my brother's Alma Mater), even though it's more likely Oklahoma SU or Ohio SU. :D Still... hogs is hogs, eh?
(no subject) - strifechaos on March 22nd, 2006 07:52 am (UTC) (Expand)
The Good, The Bad and The Lana: brothers post coital crawfishthelana on March 22nd, 2006 07:59 am (UTC)
Oh, I loved it. Especially the whole beginning with Michael's growing, nagging excitement and poor morning person Lincoln :D

Eeeee!
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphorshalfshellvenus on March 22nd, 2006 03:52 pm (UTC)
Especially the whole beginning with Michael's growing, nagging excitement and poor morning person Lincoln :D
Since I have kids... I can tell you that sometimes, if they know where they're going ahead of time, it's even worse! "Are we there yet? Huh? Are we there yet?"

You meant... NOT morning person, right? I feel for Lincoln. Bounce, bounce bounce! Enough already. Bounc!
i'm chris, not dustin (bella)accrues on March 22nd, 2006 11:43 am (UTC)
Lincoln got up to see what Michael was doing. Holy— Michael’s castle had a courtyard and a drawbridge, and a wall walk in addition to the moat. He’d used pebbles to mark off the entranceway, pieces of straw near a makeshift stall area in the courtyard, and he’d decorated each of the six turrets with feathers.

But of course!! Hehehe. This is great, it has such an intensity to it the whole way through (aided of course by Michaels incessant bouncing) and it draws the reader in. Nicely done!
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Gen PB brothers by _silent_rage_halfshellvenus on March 22nd, 2006 03:54 pm (UTC)
But of course!! Hehehe.
Even for a little kid (I was aiming for about 7 here), I can see Michael being that detailed and thorough with his sandcastle vision. Poor Linc. ;)

(aided of course by Michaels incessant bouncing)
Pesky, isn't it? :0

Glad you liked this piece. Haven't written fluff before for Prison Break!
alazysod on March 22nd, 2006 12:18 pm (UTC)
Loved it. The eager!Michael, Momma Scofield, the piggyback riding – everything.

Favorite lines:

Lincoln’s fortress pretty much looked like crap now in comparison.

“Probably a lake monster,” Lincoln said. “They get hungry after awhile.”
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphorshalfshellvenus on March 22nd, 2006 03:55 pm (UTC)
Lincoln’s fortress pretty much looked like crap now in comparison.
Don't you feel for him? ;)

Of course, Michael DOES grow up to be unusually skilled in that area, but there's no way for Lincoln to know that back then!

“Probably a lake monster,” Lincoln said. “They get hungry after awhile.”
And the time between "Heh" to regret is so short after that. Sometimes it sux being the older sibling...

Glad you liked this one :D
Kimberley: Cape Perpetualampshade_days on March 22nd, 2006 04:03 pm (UTC)
Mmm, marshmallows. Guh, does this ever make me long for warmer weather.

Okay, so, pretty much the most adorable thing I've read in quite some time. I love how Michael is all gung-ho hyper and the bit about the sandcastles is perfect.

I give this fic five awwwws out of five. :)
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphorshalfshellvenus on March 22nd, 2006 05:32 pm (UTC)
Guh, does this ever make me long for warmer weather.
I'll bet! It's much worse in Canada than here, although on the West Coast where I've lived, the beach is gorgeous and wonderful, and yet... the water is arctic. :0

I give this fic five awwwws out of five. :)
:D Thank you-- I like your ratings scale.

I build a sandcastle in your honor, and I use seashells because I do not live in a landlocked state. ;)
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The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Gen PB brothers by _silent_rage_halfshellvenus on March 22nd, 2006 05:33 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much for posting this sweet fic.
You're welcome-- I'm glad it hit the spot :D

Debbie, craving marshmellows roasted over an open beach fire.
Me too. And a nice, warm, UNwindy day to spend there (sometimes the Oregon/Northern-California coast is... a challenge, let us say).
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(no subject) - halfshellvenus on March 22nd, 2006 06:47 pm (UTC) (Expand)
dirtandweeds on March 22nd, 2006 10:32 pm (UTC)
There should be a law agaisnt happy children. Especially the ones who share their happiness with their younger siblings.
Very sweet!
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphorshalfshellvenus on March 22nd, 2006 11:58 pm (UTC)
Especially the ones who share their happiness with their younger siblings.
Very sweet!


Thanks! Hope it provides an antidote to the "Dun-Dun-DUNNNN" feeling of that last episode.

Writing it gave me spring fever. Now I want to go to the beach!
(no subject) - dirtandweeds on March 24th, 2006 02:15 am (UTC) (Expand)
mooyoo: M/L - Kidsmooyoo on March 26th, 2006 03:26 am (UTC)
Very cute and fluffy and nice. I love bouncy, excited Michael and irritated Linc, and Michael's masterpiece sandcastle, hee!
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphorshalfshellvenus on March 26th, 2006 04:07 am (UTC)
Thanks! Glad you finally got a chance to read this one, after we went nuts talking about the possibility of it in your journal and who-all was going to write it.

As to bouncyMichael... I have a 6-year-old boy. Enough said.

And the masterpiece castle... this is one of the bizarre ways a sharp talent can show itself at an early age. Although... poor Lincoln and his fortress o' feeble. ;)
Are we back to hos over bros?lissa_bear on March 26th, 2006 06:33 pm (UTC)
I adore this! Such a sweet ending! I love Lincoln's teasing about the lake monster and Michael's constant jabbering on the way there. Very nice!
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphorshalfshellvenus on March 26th, 2006 06:41 pm (UTC)
Thank you-- takes a little sting out of last week's ep, doesn't it?

Poor Lincoln-- not teasing very often, and when he does Michael has to take it seriously and he gets The Look from Mom. Pesky younger siblings :D
Marilyn: Brothersmandarin226 on March 28th, 2006 11:25 am (UTC)
This is absolutely lovely! The perfect family day out!

There should be a law, Lincoln thought. Morning people and normal people should never have to share a room
I agree! I'm a morning person and normal people are boring!!

Sand in sandwiches? A trip to the beach wouldn't be the same without it!

You've really captured something very sweet here, right down to Michael's superior fort! How cute was that?

Stunning!

*hugs*
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphorshalfshellvenus on March 28th, 2006 04:27 pm (UTC)
I agree! I'm a morning person and normal people are boring!!
Heh. An interesting opposing view... from the scary side of the street ;)

You've really captured something very sweet here, right down to Michael's superior fort! How cute was that?
Thank you :D If Lincoln only knew that Michael is unusually gifted with building, maybe he wouldn't feel quite so bad...

Thanks for your lovely comments. ♥
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(no subject) - halfshellvenus on April 2nd, 2006 09:34 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Tiger Lilytigerlily0 on March 29th, 2006 07:53 pm (UTC)
I really liked this, especially Michael's perfect little sandcastle :-)

But you made me cringe when you threw away the burnt marshmallow! Don't you know they are the best that way? I always made mine burn on purpose when I was a kid. Yummm.

Nice story.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphorshalfshellvenus on March 29th, 2006 08:13 pm (UTC)
But you made me cringe when you threw away the burnt marshmallow! Don't you know they are the best that way? I always made mine burn on purpose when I was a kid. Yummm.
It's Michael, though-- he barely tolerated the browned one until he tasted it ;)

I like them from burnt->browned, although I feel sick after just a few of them. But I enjoying getting that way. ;0

Glad you enjoyed this-- a slice of memories for us all, isn't it?
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(no subject) - halfshellvenus on March 29th, 2006 09:32 pm (UTC) (Expand)
tyrical: AP_aJolietyrical on April 14th, 2006 02:23 am (UTC)
That was perfect.

They were sooo cute. I loved how Lincoln still couldn't get up in the morning. :) I do know how he feels.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Gen PB brothershalfshellvenus on April 16th, 2006 05:01 pm (UTC)
:D Sometimes fluffyFic just hits the spot, doesn't it?

I loved how Lincoln still couldn't get up in the morning. :) I do know how he feels.
Me.Too. *Org* ;)
Da'mien: Katedecayd_matter on June 8th, 2006 06:42 pm (UTC)
Aww Michael's so adorable and Lincoln's so...well, cool xD; I love this!
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB Final Hughalfshellvenus on June 8th, 2006 07:11 pm (UTC)
:D Thank you! I so needed something like this after those initial post-hiatus episodes. They were so tense and just depressing, and after the buildup of waiting for months for the show to return, that's just... the wrong kind of mood to be in. :0
hybridxlovehybridxlove on November 9th, 2013 05:50 pm (UTC)
You're giving me way too many fangirl feelings. Lincoln being the perfect big brother, and Michael being the innocent, excited younger brother. It's the perfect day.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Gen PB brothershalfshellvenus on December 9th, 2013 10:30 pm (UTC)
This was such fun to write, getting inside the heads of little kids and the difference between how an older kid with a little experience views the same moment as a little kid.

I can't remember what the episode was that had everyone in such angst back when I wrote this, but it was nice to find a happy place after whatever that had been!