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12 April 2006 @ 10:31 pm
Prison Break FanFiction: Echoes Of Something Lost  
Author: HalfshellVenus
Category: Lincoln Burrows (Genfic, 50 sentences)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Fifty sentences in the life of Lincoln Burrows
Author’s Notes: Written for 1character, where I claimed Lincoln Burrows for Prison Break. These use the “Gamma” table of prompts. Also written for prisonbreak100, where I have the Gen pairing of Lincoln and Michael (for prompt #65, “Passing”) and for philosophy_20 where I have the Prison Break General Series (Prompt #20, “Reflection”).

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Crown
The man who sold him his first dime bag had a gold tooth, and it gleamed behind Lincoln’s eyes later as he floated above his own body lying on the park bench down below.

Snow
White flurries in his childhood skies…the downfall of rich-kid buyers… the quiet vision of this last winter he will own; from innocence to destruction to death, it is a cycle born of the archetype of purity.

Bandage
He can cover Michael’s scrapes and hug away his tears, but there isn’t enough of him—or anything else he can summon—that will fix or bind the wounds that gape across their orphaned lives.

Child
He was still a child when he became his brother’s keeper, and he missed that lost childhood yet again when an unplanned baby caught him by surprise.

Brick
These pieces mortared together with infinite skill could have held his future, but they gave way to their equivalents in hashish; his foundation, once so solid, became smoke and cloudy visions and drugged-out logic, and then overnight it was ash and then it was gone.

Possession
It was bigger than the assault charges he’d served back in Juvie: possession was a serious crime with no excuses, and he’d be thrown in with the big boys for this one.

Hands
Michael’s hands were shaped like long, elegant thoughts, but Lincoln’s were thick and powerful for taking on the work that needed to be done and for never, ever backing down.

Freedom
He’d thought his circumstances had jailed him throughout his life, but locked down now in a Death Row cage of concrete and steel, he realizes that freedom is relative and he misses it now that it’s gone.

Bell
More often than not he stayed with the stoners after the middle school lunch break had ended.

Buttons
“You never let me do anything—I’m not a baby!” but “It’s my job to keep you safe, damnit!” and god, no matter how old they got, he and Michael still manage to set each other off.

Collar
Bursting in through the door they came at him, angry, pistols ready, and then they had him cuffed and stumbling down the stairs for the one crime he’d thought about but hadn’t done.

Pearl
Her skin was moonbeam soft and pale under his fingers, as they brushed a path his lips would find in time.

Trouble
Veronica still loves him when she shouldn’t, and that he lets her just proves he’s everything she ought to run from.

Staircase
Climbing the route up to Michael’s apartment, he steels himself against the possibility that he will not be welcome.

Trap
There’s a videotape with lies for all to see, and how can it bind him to a crime he didn’t commit?

Powder
Big hands can’t help going too far; Lincoln’s first attempt at diapering LJ resulted in a white mountain covering little baby parts and a cloud of talcum that made both of them cough.

Classified
His crime is a public record, but the scheme that set him up must be locked down as tight as treason or assassination or war.

Circle
“Have a little faith,” he’d said, knowing that he would always take care of Michael, but now years later his words float back through his own despair and it’s his brother’s hand that keeps him from going to pieces.

Glass
“I didn’t do it!” he cried out as his mother glared at the broken vase, and it was just one of so many lies he never got away with.

Electricity
He could never get a permanent current of energy running through his body, and he broke laws and people trying to make it happen; how ironic now that he’ll finally get more than he can handle, and that it will break him forever in the process.

Sleep
Lincoln soaked up Michael’s worries as he curled around his brother at night; it was such a relief to let them go then as he slipped into the slumber that would let him forget.

Little
His baby is the smallest person he’s ever known, and it is days before Lincoln stops being afraid to touch him.

Cherry
He never really liked being anyone’s all-the-way first time (it was too hard being that everything to someone else); so it was no surprise that he absolutely hated it when some guy who was nothing—nothing—took that away from him in prison.

Backwards
He couldn’t wait to live his own life his way—though what a mess he made of it—and yet in Fox River he found himself in sliding through stages in reverse from “Family is everything” to “I wish Michael was here” to finally wanting his mother in that darkest hour of Death.

Library
He could never understand Michael’s fascination with the place—a world of books and the zombies who read them—when his own idea of a great time was too much all at once until it led to trouble.

Closet
“Lincoln! Let me out of here!” Michael yelled, but Lincoln was already halfway across the house changing the channel from “Nova” to “The A-Team.”

Nail
High school was full of girls he wanted to chew up and spit out, and he’d made it through half of them by the time he dropped out just a year later.

Prey
He wanted to pulverize Abruzzi for what he did to Michael, and god-- he might actually kill someone yet if T-Bag doesn’t stop running his eyes and his language over Michael’s innocent body.

Contact
These fingers separated by plexi-glass long for the sensation that completes the circuit, and yet he can’t have it—is love actually real if you can’t ever touch it?

Milk
“Not out of the carton!” his mother would yell, and in his head the words were still in her voice when he told Michael the exact same thing.

Definition
“What’s abandoned mean?” Michael asked when he was five, and “Us” was what Lincoln thought but didn’t say.

Star
Michael will become important one day, and Lincoln thinks nothing he does himself will ever matter as much as providing a way to make that happen.

Mechanism
There are tunnels and his brother and sudden sickness in the Infirmary, and Lincoln wonders how in the Hell all of this can possibly add up to an escape plan?

Loss
His gut clenches and his shoulders sag every time he thinks of her, but someone’s got to take care of Michael and it’s up to him to take her place—even though he knows he will never succeed.

Fold
His spitfire of a girlfriend has a baby on the way now, and Lincoln had lost this hand before he even knew he was playing the game.

Win
Lincoln races for a paycheck and Michael buys property and puts up hotels, and this is how his younger brother takes him in nearly every single Monopoly game they play.

Ache
He hates the loneliness of his empty cell and the days that march toward death, but he can’t blame the Truth he never loved for not caring to save him now.

Scab
His father left and he didn’t come back, and though the years roll by unchanged Lincoln keeps testing his knowledge of that to see if it still hurts.

Ash
The weight of his world lifts as his first joint turns to ash; he has no way of knowing that his life will follow it in time, set in motion by this choice he made today.

Rice
If anything could pass the time in prison, it was the lurid distraction of vampire novels; Michael would never approve, but then Michael wasn’t doing hard time with only dirt and bugs for company.

Expectation
He should have been more, should have made something of himself; he can feel his brother and his mother’s spirit waiting for it, when honestly it was hard enough just making it through a single day.

Time
There is nothing left but this (and little of it now), this time in which he can worry and regret and know that none of it was ever enough.

Music
He sang to Michael those awful nights after Mom had died, and he sang to LJ to watch his eyelids slow and close; there is no-one to sing his worries away when he needs it the most, and the finality of his cage mocks him with its silence.

Paint
Even as they’re decorating the baby’s room, Lincoln knows the color on these walls will probably stay in this apartment longer than he does.

Worn
Lisa no longer asks when he’ll be back, and she glares at him when he’s home; he’s pretty sure she’s had enough, and that it’s only a matter of time before she stops tolerating his failure.

Grim
He will die here, leaving a brother and a child behind, while the murderers and monsters that surround him may have their chance to destroy again.

Wild
“You’re out of control,” his teachers told him, like stopping it would make the chaos of the world seem any easier.

Judgment
The words washed over him in a nightmare he could not escape: “You have been sentenced to Death,” and then the world as he knew it had ended.

Last
“My final words are only for my family,” he tells the Warden, “because I can’t apologize for a crime I didn’t commit”; Lincoln sees the uneasy depths of Pope’s soul revealed then in a silent jumble of questions and powerlessness and regret.

Finale
Would his mother be there, when all of it was over—would he finally have the chance to go home?


------ fin ------


 
 
 
aspensnowaspensnow on April 13th, 2006 06:01 am (UTC)
I really enjoyed these.

My favorites:

Hands for the simple way it draws a distinction between the brothers.

Pearl because it is so soft and lazy and innocent and everything Lincoln isn't anymore.

And Contact because there is an eerie implication in the subtext, he's longing for a sensation, love, to complete the circuit, which automatically makes me think of electricity, of the fact that he is going to die in this way, which makes his longing to touch and to have love not only futile, but tragic.

Wonderful job!
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Lincoln (pensive)halfshellvenus on April 13th, 2006 06:13 am (UTC)
Hands for the simple way it draws a distinction between the brothers.
I like that one too. It is them as well as how they appear.

to complete the circuit, which automatically makes me think of electricity, of the fact that he is going to die in this way, which makes his longing to touch and to have love not only futile, but tragic.
There's a certain irony in this one, isn't there? And that feeling of distance forced upon him when he absolutely needs it the most.

There are so many possibilities in these 50-sentence things, although they can be draining to complete.

Do you want a crack at Lincoln now? If so, let me know and I'll release him right after your claim is posted. If not... I'm going out of town for a few days, so I might not get to it.

Thanks for your always-thoughtful comments, aspensnow. :)
aspensnowaspensnow on April 13th, 2006 07:53 am (UTC)
You're welcome!

It's nice of you to offer me first crack at Lincoln now that you have finished, but I've claimed Michael and I need to get around to writing 50 sentences about him first, eventually I think I will try my hand at 50 sentences about Lincoln, because he is totally my first love. =)
alazysod on April 14th, 2006 12:00 am (UTC)
Ooh, lovely.

My favorites were Trap, Sleep, Contact, and Finale. And Rice made me giggle. :D
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Lincoln (pensive)halfshellvenus on April 16th, 2006 05:08 am (UTC)
Thank you!

I have to give credit for the "Rice" twist to my husband. I was complaining about that prompt (it's the clinker in this table), and that there's only so much you can do with _rice_ for god's sake. Then he mentioned "Anne Rice," and I thought, heyyyyyyyyy. Now there's an idea. ;)

Of course, the next day he brought up "Jerry Rice," but that is less a part of common culture unless you like football a LOT. :D
tyrical: AP_aJolietyrical on April 14th, 2006 01:05 am (UTC)
These were amazing. I love how ever thing means something and nothing is wasted. Almost like random thoughts floating about and you plucked a few and then put them altogether in this amazing menagerie of one man's life.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Lincoln (pensive)halfshellvenus on April 16th, 2006 05:31 am (UTC)
I love how ever thing means something and nothing is wasted.
Yes-- I don't want to have duds in there. They are all opportunities to show some facet of the character, and sometimes the contrast they force out is the best part of it. So many different parts of his life, good, bad, typical, deadly.

Almost like random thoughts floating about and you plucked a few and then put them altogether in this amazing menagerie of one man's life.
They do kind of lend themselves to memories/introspection (most are one or the other).

But collectively, they give quite a variety of perspectives on who Lincoln is, who he has been in the past, and where his Fate has brought him.
The Good, The Bad and The Lana: rec50 grownbrothersgenthelana on April 14th, 2006 08:54 am (UTC)
I really love the simplicity of "Bell", same for "Buttons" and "Staircase", they just feel like such close to life situations.

I adore the Lincoln/Veronica one, "Trouble", just hits so close to what I think of them.

Also adore the twist to "Glass". Actually? Totally fits with the Lincoln/LJ scene we had about the glass table.

"Circle" and "Backwards" are just wonderfully angsty and all the Lincoln/Baby LJ ones are just cute.

Basically, love 'em all, great job on this.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Lincoln (pensive)halfshellvenus on April 16th, 2006 05:14 am (UTC)
I really love the simplicity of "Bell", same for "Buttons" and "Staircase", they just feel like such close to life situations.
These ones feel completely canon, don't they? Not even a stretch to imagine that (heck, almost anyone who has siblings has hit the "Button" situation in their own life). ;)

I adore the Lincoln/Veronica one, "Trouble", just hits so close to what I think of them.
She should know better, but then again-- we've seen that she may be somewhat intellectually limited. Still... a person with limited sense should still know better. :0

"Circle" is a cycle through innocence and destruction and back again-- except that by the end, it's too late. You can't ever return to true innocence once it's lost. And "Backwards"-- that was a good prompt, especially with a character who is in the kind of situation that would make a lot of people regress.

So glad you liked them! There's so much variety in what you get from these, although they can also feel like they're burning you out. Especially in the middle 10-40 of them. :0

But the results can be entirely worth it. :D
Da'mien: Katedecayd_matter on June 11th, 2006 11:41 am (UTC)
Definition
“What’s abandoned mean?” Michael asked when he was five, and “Us” was what Lincoln thought but didn’t say.

This was my favourite. How long did it take for you to write this one and well, most of your other fics?
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Lincoln (pensive)halfshellvenus on June 13th, 2006 10:32 pm (UTC)
This was my favourite.
Thank you. :) I love these 50-sentence things-- you get so much variety out of the prompts (although some of them-- like "Rice"-- you think, Why?).

I write pretty quickly, so the first draft of most of my fics (up to, say, a chapter) takes 1 to 1 1/2 hours. If it's porn, it takes longer (the choreography and getting the mood right really slow things down). If it's chapterFic (I don't have many of those), that can take longer. That's kind of an unnatural form for me. Then I try to let the story sit, and revise it later. (Most other authors take from my length of time-- which is rare-- to days to finish out a story).

These 50-sentence things take much longer. They burn your brain out, so you have to come back to them in pieces and try a few more in spurts. And then when you've done all 50 of them, you have to arrange them in an order that makes sense (chronology, flow of mood, what-have-you). So this one was written over the course of several weeks, actually. It's surprisingly draining on the creative process.
I'm for wine and the embrace of questionable women: lincmissyjack on September 21st, 2006 12:36 am (UTC)
Oh i love how some squee about finger!porn led me to this. Really imrpessive writing. I haven't seen this format before and I'm intrigued and more than a little awed. Its a fascinating device for a character study - and i feel you've given me 50 new insights into Linc - and Michael.

Oh I wish we could have some more flashacks to wee!Michael and Linc on the show.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Lincoln (pensive)halfshellvenus on September 23rd, 2006 04:44 am (UTC)
I haven't seen this format before and I'm intrigued and more than a little awed.
It was pretty new when I wrote this (maybe a month of comms on LJ for it), and it really intrigued me.

Looking at it again, I'm actually impressed (!) with how good so much of it is. There's a careful art to telling a whole story in one sentence-- like drabbles, except even more refined down.

This one was done very close to the time I did one for Sara (A History Behind the Smile) and the two Jensen/Jared ones. I got really hooked on them, and have a few more I need to be writing for now!

Glad you liked these. :D They didn't get much attention when they first came out-- clearly they don't grab onto everyone the same.
I'm for wine and the embrace of questionable women: wentymissyjack on September 23rd, 2006 05:26 am (UTC)
oh i must read the Sara one. I think as much as I love the fannish aspects (obviously) I am also in love with words and the mechanics of writing.
There is something about a wonderfully crafted sentence that really takes me to my happy place (wish I could say that more eloquently!)
I get such enjoyment and also learn so much from reading work like this.
tyrical: AP_aJolietyrical on November 1st, 2006 06:57 pm (UTC)
A lifetime in words. Regret, sorrow, joy, pain, and all the little things that seem inconsequential until you put them all together and realize that this is your life.

If that isn't a sobering thing for a man on death row nothing is.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Lincoln (pensive)halfshellvenus on November 1st, 2006 07:31 pm (UTC)
and all the little things that seem inconsequential until you put them all together and realize that this is your life.
Oh, I love how you put this.

Individually, a pattern of wrongness or loss doesn't always mean much. But collectively, it should make you think, "This is how I spent my life? This is all it was?"

If that isn't a sobering thing for a man on death row nothing is.
Yes-- a life too short, and not enough of it spend doing the right and lasting things. :(

Thanks so much for reading this one-- it was sorely under-loved! :D
tyrical: AP_aJolietyrical on November 2nd, 2006 03:04 am (UTC)
Thanks so much for reading this one-- it was sorely under-loved! :D

That's too bad because there is a subtleness here that ties all this together without it being lost in what would appear to be randomness of one man's thoughts.

Lucky for me I found it!