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01 November 2006 @ 10:24 pm
Prison Break Gen Fiction: Always Tomorrow  
Title: Always Tomorrow
Author: HalfshellVenus
Character: Lincoln (Gen)
Rating: PG-13 (subject matter)
Summary: PreSeries. Good intentions alone are not enough.
Author’s Notes: Written for prisonbreak100, where I have the Gen pairing of Lincoln and Michael. This is for prompt #20, “Colorless.”

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Tomorrow would be different.

This was the vow Lincoln made to himself.

He would try harder, act more responsible. He’d be at work on time, and come home when the day was over.

He would not get fed up with the little things, not with the crew boss’ attitude or with Michael’s questions. He would be there for his brother, emotionally as well as financially.

And above all, he would resist the temptation to give in to alcohol or drugs.

But in the end, his tomorrow wasn’t different enough.

All the frustrations came back so quickly. Maybe he was short-tempered… but then maybe other people were just jerks. It was such a battle every day, dealing with their whining and their demands, and half the time what they wanted would be cancelled out by the next thing they asked for two hours later.

All the days ran into each other— an elongation of blandness broken by irritation. There was no future on the horizon. He lived in an endless repetition of the same flattened-out, colorless day.

By the time the worksite closed down, Lincoln was worn-out and restless all at once.

He was edgy and disgusted with his job, and he was bored with every facet of being alive. Nothing but back-breaking, dull routine for the sake of a paycheck. And at home all that waited for him were the accusations in Michael’s eyes.

When Rod Forbes suggested a ride to the lakeshore, Lincoln took it. Any thoughts of consequences and promises had already slipped away.

They sat at the edge of the water, a flyspeck of acid dissolving on their tongues. Lincoln leaned back on his arms and enjoyed the mounting haze, the washing away of all the dull gray sameness that defined his entire life.

The waves took on colors, and the air vibrated at the edges of everything he saw. He let it take him, let it transform him on a journey toward welcome escape.

Today was already gone, but tomorrow would be different, his mind whispered inside itself.

He summoned the promise again in a mantra of Then as he drifted to where there was only ever Now.



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aeroport_artaeroport_art on November 2nd, 2006 09:00 am (UTC)
A very interesting take on Lincoln's life, I don't think the fandom concentrates enough on how and why Lincoln became the way he did (drugs, arrests, etc). The idea that he's driven to drugs because life is just difficult and dull seems like such a natural explanation.

All the days ran into each other— an elongation of blandness broken by irritation. There was no future on the horizon. He lived in an endless repetition of the same flattened-out, colorless day.
Very evocative.

Boohoo, Michael's a butt in this. I guess they can't all be M/L T__T
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Lincoln (pensive)halfshellvenus on November 3rd, 2006 03:56 am (UTC)
I don't think the fandom concentrates enough on how and why Lincoln became the way he did (drugs, arrests, etc).
Canon has not show us enough of the "how" and "why" itself-- a year later, there are still these gaping holes in who Lincoln and Michael were back then, and why the hell Michael would go to such lengths to save someone who feels himself to be so worthless and who has such a short path back into self-destructive behavior.

Canon's short answer is "Michael is dumb like that because of his LLI," and given that I think the angle on Michael being infatuated with Lincoln is far more viable.

But what I'd like to see is some idea of how Lincoln got to be that way, and why in Michael's mind he was still worth saving.

Glad you liked the idea and description of it. Somehow that seems like Lincoln to me-- low frustration threshold and easily bored, and sidestepping the whole situation is one way to avoid it all.

Boohoo, Michael's a butt in this.
He isn't necessarily (and this one's a Gen piece, BTW-- I write half and half). Lincoln anticipates Michael being disapproving (and perhaps he is), but if you depend on someone for your sole support who tends to go off half-cocked over little frustrations (potentially losing a lot of jobs just due to his temper) and doesn't come home and is stoned when he does... can't imagine most people being very tolerant of that. I think Michael would find that scary.

Really, the key thing here is that Michael's disapproval is really Lincoln's disapproval of himself. True of Michael or not, Lincoln projects it (as addicts and people with low self-esteem often do).