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28 October 2006 @ 11:33 am
Prison Break Gen Fanfiction: Sunday, Boring Sunday  
Title: Sunday, Boring Sunday
Author: HalfshellVenus
Characters: Lincoln and Michael (Gen, Kid!Fic)
Rating: G
Spoilers and/or Warnings: None
Summary: Kid!Fic. Lincoln and Michael and a boring, snowy day.
Author’s Notes: Written for 60_minute_fics (for the prompt of “children”), and for prisonbreak100 where I have the Gen pairing of Lincoln and Michael. This is for prompt #67, “Snow.”


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“Join with me, and hear the voice of the Lo-ord…” the preacher intones.

Lincoln rolls his eyes and leans forward to change the channel on their crappy old TV.

“And the Apostle came… and he did say… ‘Those that are faithful, will follow me—‘”

*click*

“—on down to Hubacher’s Mercury-Ford Dealership and—“

*click*

“—let the line out fast and smooth, arcing across the water and—“

*click*

Lincoln snaps off the television for good. “There’s nothing to watch on Sunday mornings!” he complains.

“There never is,” Michael says, barely lifting his nose out of “The Junior Encyclopedia of Dinosaurs.”

“I’m going stir-crazy in here!” It’s snowing outside and their mother is at work again. It’s just the two of them cooped up here in the apartment.

Michael could happily stay inside all day with his books and building blocks and his ratty old Batman doll, but Lincoln is the kind of kid who is always too restless to stay still. He gets up off the sofa and wanders over to the window, looking down on the slushy gray-and-white street down below. A few cars go by, but nothing else. Even the outside world is boring. Lincoln looks across the way at the building across the street, and a blurry shape on the rooftop gives him an idea.

“Hey, Mikey,” he says. “Want to build a snowman?”

Michael squints up at him cautiously from his book. “Um… no thanks,” he says. “I like my book.”

“What are you, ninety?” Lincoln asks. “Live a little! When was the last time you built a snowman?”

Michael thinks. “Last year,” he says grudgingly.

“So put down the research and play for awhile. C’mon!”

Michael trails dutifully after Lincoln, still thinking about whether Ankylosaurus is better than Styracosaurus. They gather their coats and hats from the closet, and pull on their boots. Lincoln notices Michael fumbling with the doorknob, and stops to pull Michael’s hand out of the glove and put it on again with the fingers actually in the correct holes.

“Michael, how come you can read big words like ‘demonstrate’ and ‘coincidence,’ but you can’t figure out how to put your gloves on right?”

“I’m only seven,” Michael answers, as if that somehow makes sense of it all.

Lincoln just shakes his head. “Are you ready? Let’s head on up.”

They’re on the Fourth floor, and the roof access is off the Fifth. Climbing up the stairs, they emerge out the top of the building. The snow is patchy, thicker toward the middle of the building where it gets caught on the back of the stairwell because of the wind. There’s almost no snow at all next to the turbines that leak heat out of the building in the winter.

“Over here looks good,” Lincoln says. He begins making a snowball while Michael stands there and watches. “Aren’t you going to help?”

“Do what.”

“Make a snowman, what did you think?”

“Oh.” Michael’s still looking at the snowball when Wham! The edge of it catches his chin as Lincoln throws it.

“Lincoln!”

“Hah-hah!” Lincoln gathers more snow.

“If you’re throwing snowballs, I’m going back in,” Michael threatens, brushing the snow off his coat.

“Geez, Michael. It’s only snow—it’s not going to kill you.”

“I don’t like it. It's all wet and cold. I’m going in.”

“All right, all right. Keep your hair on.” Lincoln lets the snowball dangle at his side. “We can just make the snowman.”

“Okay then,” Michael says.

Lincoln wonders how it is he keeps losing out in negotiations with a seven-year-old. That's just how it is with Michael, he decides. He puts his snowball on the ground and gets things started. “You roll the snowball around in the snow for awhile and let it get bigger, and then you clap the snow on as you go to make it tight.”

Michael rolls his tiny chunk of snow around in circles, wrinkling his nose in dismay when it breaks apart into powder.

“You have to make the snowball firm before you start, or the middle is too weak to take on a shape.”

Michael clamps a wad of snow down in his hands, making a lumpy little chunk.

“Add more,” Lincoln suggests.

It takes a few tries, but Michael gets a decent-sized snowball that can be rolled around the roof in stages until—

“Lincoln, my snowball's too heavy to move.”

Lincoln looks over. His brother is wobbling behind an enormous mound of snow that comes up past his knees. Lincoln rescues it, moving it back toward his own slightly bigger one. A little more packing and gathering, and they have the base.

“Help me with this one,” Lincoln says. He can lift it by himself, but Michael’s starting to enjoy this, and Lincoln knows how much his brother loves the feeling of accomplishment.

They place the second ball on the first, packing in snow around the middle to shore it up. Finally they add the head on top and stand back to check the result.

“It looks pretty good,” Lincoln says. “It’s taller than you.”

Michael tips his head back a little to gaze at it. “We should add some stuff—eyes and decorations.”

“Sure. Why don’t you go back and get a few things then? Here’s the key.” Michael disappears through the upper door, and Lincoln walks over to the edge of the roof and looks out over the horizon. There’s a clear spot far to the East, probably out over the Lake. Maybe it’ll clear up tomorrow. Of course, he has to go back to school then. Rats.

The door bangs open, and Michael comes out with his arms full of stuff. He dumps it in a pile in front of the snowman and starts filling out its face.

“What are those?” Lincoln sees a pair of round, dark eyes staring at him in a vaguely bug-like kind of way.

“Coasters,” Michael says.

“They’re too small to be coasters.”

“From under the couch,” Michael corrects him. He jams something carefully in the middle and steps back to check his progress.

“What are you making the nose out of?” It looks like a nose from the side, but it’s so thin Lincoln can hardly see it from the front.

“It’s the wings of my glider airplane,” Michael says. “The one you broke the propeller on.”

“I didn’t—Okay, I guess I did. But it was an accident. How was I supposed to know you could only turn it one way?”

Michael says nothing, pressing two long, thin objects in at symmetrical angles to form a mouth.

“What—"

“Nails. From the junk drawer in the kitchen.” Michael adds a scarf around the neck, and surveys his creation. “I like it,” he says happily.

Lincoln gazes at the snowman’s overly large eyes, the beak-like nose, the stiffly perked-up smile. The whole effect is actually kind of psychotic-looking.

“I, um… I like it too,” he says.

Michael beams for the first time that morning, and Lincoln hooks an arm around him and pulls him over to draw his head in close. Sometimes he forgets that under all that seriousness and knowledge, Michael’s still just a kid.

“Snowball fight now?” he says teasingly.

“Lincoln!” Michael’s voice is immediately indignant.

Lincoln laughs, and squeezes Michael’s shoulder. “How about some hot chocolate instead?”

Michael’s squeal of delight is all the answer he really needs.



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miss_mandy on October 28th, 2006 07:30 pm (UTC)
Awww, so cute!

I love serious little Michael.

Somehow I can only picture him as a smaller version of Wentworth. Like Went just shrunk down to size. ;P
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: MichaelInBarshalfshellvenus on October 31st, 2006 10:44 pm (UTC)
Somehow I can only picture him as a smaller version of Wentworth. Like Went just shrunk down to size. ;P
:D And those big, blue eyes staring at you, waiting to see if you're actually serious everytime you say something unexpected. :0

At some point, I'm fairly sure Michael was more like a mini-adult than a child. Those genius types so often are! :D
The Grammarian about whom your mother warned you.acostilow on October 28th, 2006 07:55 pm (UTC)
How cute! :D
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB Final Hughalfshellvenus on October 31st, 2006 10:45 pm (UTC)
Hee! Thank you!

I'd say it's a little early in the season for this story (though it's what came to me), but sadly, in Chicago there's already snow!
dc_longwing on October 28th, 2006 08:41 pm (UTC)
Yay! Another PB fic! SO adorable, and so them.
Favorite bits included:
Lincoln notices Michael fumbling with the doorknob, and stops to pull Michael’s hand out of the glove and put it on again with the fingers actually in the correct holes.

“Michael, how come you can read big words like ‘demonstrate’ and ‘coincidence,’ but you can’t figure out how to put your gloves on right?”

“I’m only seven,” Michael answers, as if that somehow makes sense of it all.

and
“Okay then,” Michael says. Lincoln wonders how it is he keeps losing out in negotiations with a seven-year-old.
Thanks a ton,
DC
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB Final Hughalfshellvenus on October 31st, 2006 10:46 pm (UTC)
Oh, it's taken me so long to write anything for Prison Break. Stupid Fox Baseball hiatus with the Episode of Evil airing before it!

This was fun, though. I so rarely write kidFic, and it's really very sweet. :)
faithinfaithfaithinfaith on October 28th, 2006 10:21 pm (UTC)
Well, you put a BIG smile on my face and since that just what I needed today, I guess that means this is perfect. :)
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB Final Hughalfshellvenus on October 31st, 2006 10:47 pm (UTC)
Well, you put a BIG smile on my face and since that just what I needed today, I guess that means this is perfect. :)
Yay! There's probably no day that can't be helped by a little kidFluff. That's my motto! :D
Your Sweet Six Hundred, Threescore And Sixmusicophilia on October 28th, 2006 11:19 pm (UTC)
aww. that's so cute. I love PB kid fics!
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB Final Hughalfshellvenus on October 31st, 2006 10:47 pm (UTC)
I really love them too, and I need to try writing them more often. I think this one is only my second. You'd think there'd be more!
mooyoo: Michael - Swanmooyoo on October 29th, 2006 04:11 am (UTC)
Eee, very cute. I like bored!Lincoln and boring!Michael in the beginning, with Lincoln having to drag Michael away from the comfort of indoors and his book. And the random attempted snowball fight from Lincoln (my brother did that to me all the time when we were kids).
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB Final Hughalfshellvenus on October 31st, 2006 10:49 pm (UTC)
I like bored!Lincoln and boring!Michael in the beginning,
Hah-ha! That phrasing cracks me up. It's funny because it's true. :D

And the random attempted snowball fight from Lincoln (my brother did that to me all the time when we were kids).
Kids were always doing stuff like that to me too, and I guess I was basically just never in the mood. :0 This recalls your snowball-fight story, actually. Doesn't Michael drag his feet and stay uninvolved in it for the longest time?
plutogirl10 on October 29th, 2006 04:46 am (UTC)
i dont' usually read pb fic, but this was very sweet. I've never actually seen PB, but spn and PB fandoms seem to come together so often, so I bought the DVD's today, hmmm.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB Final Hughalfshellvenus on October 31st, 2006 10:51 pm (UTC)
I've never actually seen PB, but spn and PB fandoms seem to come together so often, so I bought the DVD's today, hmmm.
Now there's an excellent approach to the situation! Lots of mutual fans between the two shows, definitely.

Glad you liked this little story. You don't really need to know the characters to feel like you understand it. Especially if one of them is like you. :D
aeroport_art: rabuaeroport_art on October 29th, 2006 05:06 am (UTC)
Aww, very cute! Yaaaay it's been so long since a pb fic, venus! *shakes fist curmudgeonly*
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB Final Hughalfshellvenus on October 31st, 2006 10:51 pm (UTC)
Yaaaay it's been so long since a pb fic, venus! *shakes fist curmudgeonly*
God, I know. Stupid PB Season 2! And the baseball hiatus! Argh!

it felt good to write one of these again. And I'm glad you liked it-- kidFluff is just fun. :D
alienmomalienmom on October 29th, 2006 12:47 pm (UTC)
ow, ow, ow!! that was so cute it hurts!! =D
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB Final Hughalfshellvenus on October 31st, 2006 10:53 pm (UTC)
Eeee! Saccharine? Or just fluffySweet?

Either way, hope you liked it. :D Sometimes I think my older brother might have been a little bit of a Lincoln. Except for the juvie drugs/trouble part. But personality-wise? Oh, yeah.
Maz (or foxxy!)tuesdaeschild on October 29th, 2006 06:53 pm (UTC)
Adorably cute! There's something about L/M kid fics that just bring out the Awwwwww!! in me! I just love this one!
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB Final Hughalfshellvenus on October 31st, 2006 10:54 pm (UTC)
Oh, the kidFics in almost any fandom are such fun, as long as they're not teeth-rottening and stupid. If you can still feel the characters in their kid-versions, then the story usually works out. And they're tons of fun to write!

Must do more. I've got about 70 prompts left on the Gen table-- there've got to be opportunities there!
Maz (or foxxy!)tuesdaeschild on November 1st, 2006 06:32 pm (UTC)
I hope so! Because if any one can feel the characters at any age it's you!! You're the benchmark, remember?!
dragon9maiden on October 31st, 2006 04:45 am (UTC)
Nice fic
I love snow fics. So I have a special soft spot for this one. I think you did a terrific job back tracing M and L to the kids that they were. I could really see the grown up brothers from this snippet of their childhood memory. This fic is just like a cup of hot chocolate, sweet and warm to the heart.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB Final Hughalfshellvenus on November 1st, 2006 05:17 am (UTC)
Re: Nice fic
I could really see the grown up brothers from this snippet of their childhood memory.
Oh, I always hope that this is the effect-- that they still seem like themselves, even though they're much younger and they haven't traveled all the same paths yet.

This fic is just like a cup of hot chocolate, sweet and warm to the heart.
Oooh! Such a lovely comparison! Thank you, Dragonmaiden. :)
skippy_peanutsskippy_peanuts on August 24th, 2007 05:46 am (UTC)
aww. that was cute. little mike and linc. good story!
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Gen PB brothershalfshellvenus on December 9th, 2013 10:35 pm (UTC)
Thank you! Not sure how I missed this comment-- sorry about that!
skippy_peanutsskippy_peanuts on March 9th, 2014 01:03 am (UTC)
haha all good! :0)
hybridxlovehybridxlove on November 9th, 2013 06:16 pm (UTC)
Awh, the perfection of their bond, even as children, kills me! It's so amazing.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Gen PB brothershalfshellvenus on December 9th, 2013 10:36 pm (UTC)
It seems you like the kidFic! But I can see the appeal of it. I never thought I'd write it at all, let alone so much of it, but there's something fun about the mini versions of these two and how present their personalities are no matter what the age. :)
hybridxlove: MikeLincBusheshybridxlove on December 15th, 2013 05:38 pm (UTC)
I honestly didn't think I'd enjoy reading KidFic that much either, since it's so very AU. But I've since come to really appreciate it, because I was always so curious about Mike and Linc pre- pilot, and all these wonderful kid fics definitely satisfied my curiosity.

Mike and Linc's relationship are so complex and intense, it's always nice to see that explored. It's nice to 'see' the journey they might have walked pre- pilot, and it's nice to see these little moments. Makes us understand a bit more as to why these two would do absolutely anything for eac other. For me they really are co dependant on each other, so it's hard for me to understand how Linc could ever be happy in a world where his brother is gone.