The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors (halfshellvenus) wrote,
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Prison Break Gen Fiction: "Unplanned Obstacles"

Title: Unplanned Obstacles
Author: HalfshellVenus
Characters: Michael, Lincoln (Gen)
Rating: PG-13 (language)
Summary: Michael's patience has its limits.
Author's Notes: For the uncuffmybrother 7th year anniversary challenge.
Also for prisonbreak100 ("Life") and 5_prompts (Table 31, "Feeling overwhelmed").


Normally, Michael was an articulate man. He took pride in his vocabulary and his manners. But even Michael had limits:

"Fucking piece of shit!" he yelled.

The broken-down getaway car squatting in the motel parking lot just sat there, uncooperative to the end. It didn't care that Michael and Lincoln needed to be seven hundred miles away by midnight. It was probably leaking brake fluid onto the pavement at that very moment, in some obnoxious act of mechanical defiance. Stupid, passive-aggressive bucket of—

"Hey, Michael," Lincoln said.


Michael knew that tone. It was the way Lincoln sounded when he was trying to be reasonable, which he tended to pull when Michael was totally fed up and ready to take a sledgehammer to his problems. Lincoln hadn't spent the past three days scrambling to move money around, and getting them fake passports (for the second time now), and mapping out new travel plans.

Three days ago, Michael had been reasonable too. Fuck reasonable. They were in a hurry, and their car had mutinied. Fine—since it had picked now to be dead, Michael was happy to make it deader. All he needed was a tire iron…

"Michael." Lincoln leaned in through the open window of the car. "Pop the hood."

Michael watched Lincoln raise the hood and fiddle around for a few seconds, then slam it down again.

Lincoln got into the car. "Fixed."

"Bullshit!" Michael said.

"No, really. I took the distributor cap off to make sure the car didn't get stolen. This neighborhood's pretty bad."

"You did not."

"I did!" Lincoln said. "Try starting it now, you'll see."

Michael turned the key, and the car grumbled to life. "You suck," he said.

"But at least the car works. So let's go."

Michael scowled as he pulled out of the parking lot and onto the road.

Seven hundred miles. At least he had plenty of time to figure out a way to make Lincoln pay.

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Tags: 5_prompts, michael_lincoln, ml_gen, my_fic, pb_gen, prisonbreak100

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