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18 October 2010 @ 11:29 pm
Prison Break Slash Fiction: "Elusive Autumn" (Michael/Lincoln, PG)  
Title: Elusive Autumn
Author: HalfshellVenus
Characters: Michael/Lincoln (Slash, Schmoop)
Rating: PG
Summary: In Illinois, autumn is fleeting…
Author's Notes: For maerhys, who wanted Michael/Lincoln and autumn. I'm just sorry this took so long!
Also for fanfic100 ("Fall") and schmoop_bingo (wildcard).

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In Chicago, autumn was always too short. A few weeks of crisp mornings and the thin scratch of leaves against the sidewalk offered the promise of a full-blown display of colors and the apple cider aroma of farmhouse kitchens. The dream only lasted until the first snowfall, sometimes as early as October.

It was still a dream worth having.

"Let's drive out to the country," Michael said one Saturday, his skin damp from the shower Lincoln could have sworn was running just a minute ago.

"Like what, Wisconsin?" Lincoln was still on his first cup of coffee.

"No," Michael scoffed, then reconsidered: "Maybe. I don't think we'll have to go that far, though."

"To see cows?"

"No!" Michael waved his hands in frustration. "To find Fall. Trees, leaves…"

Pumpkins, Lincoln smiled into his coffee. Michael always wound up buying pumpkins. "Sure," he shrugged, "why not?" The truth was, Lincoln just liked teasing Michael—especially when he was so earnest. They hadn't been out of the city since Lincoln got sent to prison, and he'd only been released a few months ago. He was itching to get out of their apartment and onto the open road.

An hour later, they were heading through the city. It was a testament to collaboration, because while Michael had big ideas, Lincoln actually knew someone with a car they could borrow.

"We went on a field trip to a farm in grade school," Michael said, "but I don't remember it being hours and hours away."

Lincoln shrugged. "Everything's gotten so built up. Most of the farming's downstate now, and there's nothing but suburbs for miles outside the city."

"I just want some Fall color and hot apple cider," Michael said.

"We could stop at a 7-11, get some apple juice and put it in the microwave," Lincoln suggested. "Then park for a while in one of those neighborhoods with lots of trees."

Michael turned in his seat and looked at Lincoln, his expression horrified. "That's not the point."

"I know," Lincoln said. "I'm just kidding..."

"Good."

"We can do that after we give up. Hey, no hitting the driver!"

"You are such a cynic," Michael commented.

"I have a dry sense of humor," Lincoln said proudly.

A half-hour later, they'd passed through Aurora and beyond. The landscape was gradually opening up, houses and buildings getting farther and farther apart. Just after Batavia, Michael suddenly leaned forward and pointed to something up ahead.

"Is that a farm?" he asked.

Lincoln squinted. He saw fences, trees, and what looked like a goat. "Could be. I don't think we can just drive onto their property and hang out, though," he said.

There was another farm after that one, then a grove of trees and a river followed by another farm.

"I think that's a fruit stand," Michael said.

"Sure looks like it."

Lincoln pulled off the road, and they got out of the car. The seemingly endless open space made him dizzy for a moment, after a lifetime of living in the city and a couple of years in a prison cell. He felt oddly conspicuous as he and Michael walked over to the group of tables covered with boxes.

"Lots of apples," Michael said. "Should we buy some to take home?"

"Why not?" They looked more interesting than the three kinds the grocery store usually offered. "And some pears, too."

Michael also wanted cider, no surprise there, so Lincoln urged him to buy a whole gallon. He figured they could heat it up at home if they wanted to, maybe get some of that longing out of Michael's system. "Where to next?" he asked, as they headed back to the car.

"We passed a river not too long ago. Let's go there," Michael suggested.

"Fine by me..."

Lincoln parked off the side of the road next to the river. He and Michael took the apples down to the river's edge and sat side-by-side on a pair of large boulders. The sun was just past the middle of the sky now, making the water sparkle as it stirred with the help of a welcome breeze.

The trees along the water were red and gold, leaves still thick against the bright blue sky. Lincoln pulled Michael close against his shoulder and let the surroundings slowly sink in.

"This is nice," he said quietly, and it was—the vivid colors, the soft rush of water (so different from the uneasy silences in prison). But being here with Michael was the best part of all.

"Still glad you said yes?" Michael asked.

"To what? Driving all the way out here? Sure."

"No," Michael said, pulling back far enough to kiss Lincoln hot and sweet and long. "I meant, to this…"

Michael spoke as if Lincoln might still change his mind and back out of this thing they had together that went far beyond being brothers and into something much more dangerous.

It reminded Lincoln of the night Michael first spoke of his own feelings, as if they were some deep dark secret. The truth was that Michael's face had already been broadcasting his naked need for too many years to count.

"Wouldn't change a thing," Lincoln said, kissing Michael in return and brushing his thumb over the stubble along Michael's jaw.

Michael settled in against his side afterward, and they watched the water flow past. "Lincoln?" Michael said.

"Yes?" Lincoln smiled as if he didn't know what was coming.

"Do you think we could drive a little farther up the road, and see if we could find someplace where we could buy a couple of pumpkins?"


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Maz (or foxxy!): A Little Joytuesdaeschild on October 19th, 2010 11:36 am (UTC)
Firstly...

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I do hope you have a wonderful day, sweetheart. :)

And so...This is absolutely gorgeous! A beautifully painted picture of Autumn and what it means to Michael. Isn't it odd that it's a time of decay and yet, for the sheer jaw-dropping glory of the colours, it's the most beautiful season?

I love that Lincoln teases his brother and I love the idea of the naked need he had seen in Michael's face for so many years. And the snuggling and kissing just makes me smile. Okay, this must mean I am extraordinarily twisted but I don't care! And I loved the optimism in it before their lives were turned upside down!

That last line was perfect!! :)

Happy Birthday, dear!
*hugs*
Foxy x
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on October 22nd, 2010 06:46 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much for the lovely and sparky birthday banner! And for the v-gift balloons. :)

Yes, it was a lovely day. ♥

and yet, for the sheer jaw-dropping glory of the colours, it's the most beautiful season?
I often think so. Even though Winter's coming, Autumn itself is so beautiful and somehow wistful. And I tried to capture some of its splendor and allure here.

Okay, this must mean I am extraordinarily twisted but I don't care!
Not at all-- it's schmoopiness, regardless of how they get there, and it's supposed to make the reader just as happy!

And I loved the optimism in it before their lives were turned upside down!
I never expected to form another fic 'Universe' for Prison Break, but I really like this one because it's in the in-between where they're happy and they have no idea what's coming. The reader knows (so it's a little bittersweet), but the for the characters it's a very hopeful and happy time.

So glad you enjoyed it, and thank you for your thoughtful and sweet comments!
Maz (or foxxy!): Hugging Brothers Season 3tuesdaeschild on October 26th, 2010 02:04 pm (UTC)
It was my pleasure, sweetheart. You still help to keep the Prison Break fandom alive and that's worth it's weight in gold. :) I am very happy to hear it was a lovely day for you, too. :)

I never expected to form another fic 'Universe' for Prison Break, but I really like this one because it's in the in-between where they're happy and they have no idea what's coming. The reader knows (so it's a little bittersweet), but the for the characters it's a very hopeful and happy time.

I love this 'in-between' Universe and I'll push what I know is to come to the back of my mind and just enjoy the sweetness of the brothers' present. :)

Thank you!

*hugs*





The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on October 26th, 2010 05:45 pm (UTC)
I love this 'in-between' Universe and I'll push what I know is to come to the back of my mind and just enjoy the sweetness of the brothers' present. :)

Yes! Denial! :D

I should totally find a headspace like this for Supernatural, because I'm having problems there of where canon has forced things (into the ultimate unhappiness). This PB universe is pre-series, which helps, and the Paradise universe is AU (far more than I ever expected). Ultimately, I'm still really glad I never watched S4. The return of dead characters and the endless spin on prior characters (Mom) just makes me insane. :0
Maz (or foxxy!): I'll smash it goodtuesdaeschild on October 31st, 2010 04:03 pm (UTC)
I can't deny that I'm in denial too!! :)

I think a headspace like this for any series that you enjoy is useful for when the plots start heading down a silly path!

The return of dead characters and the endless spin on prior characters (Mom) just makes me insane. :0

The Mom thing was the silliest possible path it could have taken! :(
Maerhys: ♙ riotmaerhys on October 19th, 2010 08:19 pm (UTC)
\o/ Thank you so much, bb! I love it and totally worth the wait. I adored this part in particular →

The seemingly endless open space made him dizzy for a moment, after a lifetime of living in the city and a couple of years in a prison cell. He felt oddly conspicuous as he and Michael walked over to the group of tables covered with boxes.

So Lincoln. Perfect.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on October 22nd, 2010 06:49 pm (UTC)
It was the Autumn setting that took so long. That was your prompt, and definitely what I wanted to write, but it took awhile to make it work in a PB setting. But yayyyyy! I'm so glad you liked it!

I like the line you pointed out as well, because I thought about how Lincoln might feel in that situation. He's been out of prison for a little while, but that's in Chicago where all the tall buildings crowd in on you and the streets are busy and psychologically hem you in. That sudden wide, open prairie might just be overwhelming and amazing after all of that!

Many happy (and late) returns to you! ♥
Clair de Lune: pb - brothers4clair_de_lune on October 19th, 2010 08:50 pm (UTC)
This is delightful, both the evocation of the Autumn - and I love Autumn - and the relationship between the two of them, with their complicity and teasing.

On a culinary side note, I had never heard of hot cider but apparently, it does exist here too ^__^ Will have to try it.

Thanks for a lovely ficlet.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on October 22nd, 2010 06:52 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I love Autumn too- it's my birthday season and Halloween season, even though it rarely feels like we're IN that season where I live now. Which just makes me all the more nostalgic for the crisp, slightly smoky air and the beautiful colors.

On a culinary side note, I had never heard of hot cider but apparently, it does exist here too ^__^ Will have to try it.
Ours is just the juice of pressed apples when we say 'cider.' In some parts of Britain it's a type of alcohol, but not here (and I can't imagine that hard cider would taste very good hot!) The true apple concoction is really nice heated, with a cinnamon stick for added flavor. Very seasonal!
Clair de Lune: divers - autumnclair_de_lune on October 22nd, 2010 07:55 pm (UTC)
the beautiful colors
*nods* people can say what they want about Spring, nothing beats Autumn, especially colors-wise.

I googled it after reading the fic and found recipes with 'our' cider, which contains alcohol although not a lot. Basically: hard cider, vanilla, cinnamon, honey, orange and a mixture of spices. Quite autumn-y or winter-y ^_^
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Halloweenhalfshellvenus on October 26th, 2010 05:47 pm (UTC)
That sounds delicious, actually!

Ours is just pressed apples, and the really good stuff (my daughter is hoarding some right now, like I hoard my Gravenstein apples) is just the pressed juice of a variety of apples-- no preservatives, no refining, nothing. The usual store apple juice is a clear liquid with a fair amount of sugar and probably some artificial taste. :0
(no subject) - foophile on November 16th, 2010 05:00 am (UTC) (Expand)
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on November 16th, 2010 07:03 am (UTC)
Thank you so much!

I really wanted to capture the feeling of the season, and the peaceful mood as well. Your comments were very welcome. :)

Thanks for reading!
realpestilencerealpestilence on September 13th, 2011 12:56 am (UTC)
This is cute, how indulgent Lincoln is, and how well he knows Michael. It's also kind of hot that he knew how Michael felt long before Michael told him, just from the "nake need" on his face-and maybe he even knew before Michael did, eh?
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on September 13th, 2011 06:58 am (UTC)
One of the things I enjoyed about the show was that Michael would plan these endless schemes and get all clever and sneaky, but when his guard was down he was absolutely transparent. I think Lincoln would know that side of him incredibly well, both the pumpkins Michael always buys without even realizing that he's so predictable, and the intense longing for Lincoln that he never would have hidden half as well as he thought.