Category: Lincoln/Michael (Slash, W.I.P.)
Summary: An unexpected turn of events…
Author’s Notes: This one’s a little short. Contains spoilers for Episodes 15, “By The Skin And The Teeth.”
x-x-x-x-x Chapter 5: Reprieve x-x-x-x-x
Michael’s body was moving without him, following Veronica into the viewing chamber. The buzzing in his ears blotted out all rational thought except Can’t-be-can’t-be-can’t-be. Michael’s heart was breaking, but his eyes never left Lincoln’s—as if his presence in this inhumane hour could lend strength or solace to his brother.
When the hood came down, Michael looked away. There was nothing to be gained from watching this last part, except an image that would likely drive him to an early grave. He could feel the rift forming, the fissure that would separate him from his brother, from reality, from Life itself. But he did not fight it. If he wound up gibbering in the Psych ward for the next month or year, what did it honestly matter? There was no promise of anything better for him anywhere else.
His head was dizzy, and he might have stopped breathing under the relentless burden of fear. Veronica grabbed his arm, and he bowed his head and gritted his teeth—waiting for the end of everything that had ever mattered to him.
“Michael!” she said, and he raised his eyes. She gestured toward the glass, where Lincoln was being led away.
I must have passed out, he thought dazedly, before her fingers digging into his skin made him shake it off. This was no hallucination. He was awake. And that must mean that Lincoln… Lincoln had gotten a second chance.
It was some kind of miracle, unreal and unhoped-for at this late hour. One simple phone call had resulted in an unbelievable, heartstopping reprieve.
Lincoln didn’t seem fully aware of what had happened. Or much of anything, really. Michael squeezed his shoulder, offering comfort and a reminder that they were still in this together. He could do little more with Veronica there, could hardly have edged her aside if he’d wanted to. She seemed hell-bent on making up for lost time, and she was in their way and pushing herself on Lincoln all at once. It was as if she couldn’t see that he didn’t need that right now. Lincoln needed to just be—not to deal with someone else’s overflowing emotions.
Michael was filled with longing and frustration and empathy for his brother, and unkind thoughts were multiplying in his head. Get off, and Stop talking edged forward. Then a single jolt of annoyance flashed over him as his brother stared numbly into space despite the hands stroking across his cheeks. Michael had known her forever, and he liked her, really he did. But sometimes, Veronica could be such a fucking girl.
They took Lincoln back to the SHU fairly soon then, and that whole idea burned down inside Michael’s gut. After all Lincoln had been through, they put him back in the SHU? What a shitty, unfeeling thing to do. And it smacked of the notion that Lincoln would be sent back to the chair again in no time.
There was no question about it. Michael would have to get creative. It was back to the drawing board all over again.