The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors (halfshellvenus) wrote,
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Burn Notice/Prison Break Gen Xover: Stray Bullets And Fortunate Circumstances

Title: Stray Bullets And Fortunate Circumstances
Fandom: Burn Notice/Prison Break Xover
Author: HalfshellVenus
Characters: Sam Axe, Lincoln Burrows (Gen)
Rating: PG
Summary: Neither was a stranger to intrigue or gunfire, but this time it was just coincidence.
Author's Notes: This was another fic meme offering, that paired these two characters in Hurt/Comfort setting. Oddly enough, their overlapping paths actually make sense.


"Easy there buddy, easy," Sam said. He pressed down on the gunshot wound in the man's thigh, slowing the bleeding. "You okay there?"

"Hurts," the man whispered.

"I'll bet—I've had one of these myself. Looks like it missed the bone, though, and the artery's in the clear." Sam put the sack he was carrying between the man's head and the concrete wall behind them. "What the hell happened?"

"Drive-by," the man gritted out. "Can't believe it. After everyone who's tried to kill me, I get taken out in a drive-by."

"Whoa, whoa there," Sam cautioned, "it's not that bad, trust me—you're gonna make it. We just have to get the ambulance here, that's all." He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket, thumbing in 911 while maintaining the pressure on the man's wound. "I'm Sam, by the way."

"Lincoln," the man gasped. "Lincoln Burrows."

"Oh yeah, I know that name. Boy, you've been through the wringer, haven't you? Makes a CIA conspiracy look like a Saturday morning cartoon. Hold on—" Sam fed the 911 operator details and location, then closed the phone. "On their way. How're you doing? You warm enough?" Miami was a furnace, just like any other day, but Lincoln seemed a little pale.

"Cold," he answered faintly.

"No problem, we'll take care of that." Sam moved in closer, angling a knee behind Lincoln's back to support himself. It gave him enough leverage to lean in and share some warmth without letting up on Lincoln's leg. "Better?"

"Yeah." Lincoln almost smiled, before turning serious again. "If something happens—"

"It won't, seriously they'll be here any minute."

"—my brother needs to know it wasn't his fault. Will you tell him? Promise," Lincoln added sternly.

"I promise," Sam said. He squeezed Lincoln's shoulder to show he meant it.

Damned if he wasn't as glad as he'd ever been when he finally heard the sirens approaching just moments later.

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Tags: burn notice, crossover, meme, my_fic, pb_gen, random-fandom

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