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06 November 2006 @ 10:41 pm
Prison Break Gen Fiction: Nit-Picking In Nirvana  
Title: Nit-Picking In Nirvana
Author: HalfshellVenus
Characters: Lincoln and Michael (Gen, Humor)
Rating: PG
Summary: Post-escape beach-side bitching and teasing.
Author’s Notes: Fluffy!Fic for pamalax’s birthday— something fun with the boys. Also for prisonbreak100, where I have Gen pairing of Lincoln and Michael. This is for prompt #44, “Sun.”

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“Nice beach,” Lincoln says. He lies on a towel, half-shaded from the sun. The wind curls the leaves of the tree above him.

Michael hums an assent and watches the waves. It’s so deliciously relaxing here.

“Too bad you can’t take your shirt off.”

Michael swats him on the leg. “Will you quit with that already?”

“I’m just saying,” Lincoln mutters. “You’ve got this surfer-boy schoolmarm combo going on. It’s beyond eccentric, you know? It’s kind of weird.”

“So when you make us rich, you can pay for me to get the thing removed,” Michael counters. “Okay? Can we drop it?” Because it’s not like he’s in love with the tattoo either.

“Speaking of which,” Lincoln continues, “This isn’t much of a surf-shack we’ve got going. What happened to that idea, huh?”

Michael picks up the beer he suddenly needs, and chugs half the can. “That was the ideal plan, Lincoln. The best-case scenario, apart from getting Westmoreland’s money and buying up half a town.”

“So this would be…”

“The reality that gets us close enough, given what we’ve got to work with. Is it so bad? A house by the beach? Construction work instead of surfboards?”

“Not if you’re okay with being a bookkeeper,” Lincoln says slyly.

“God, why the hell couldn’t we have hung onto that money!” Michael explodes. Lincoln throws his head back and laughs.

“I knew you had it worse than me,” he says, patting Michael’s leg.

Michael’s eyes flit over suspiciously at him. Clearly Lincoln’s been yanking his chain since this whole conversation began. “You are so going to get it.”

“What, you’re burning dinner again tonight? I’m kind of used to that now.” Lincoln puts his hands behind his head and smiles serenely.

“It was only those two times,” Michael protests. “It’s not like I can’t cook—“

“Except when it is.”

“Heating up things from cans isn’t cooking, Linc. You're in no position to talk.”

“It’s all cooking until it’s inedible. My cooking may be simple, but it is never, ever burned.”

“That’s good,” Michael says calmly. “Because you’re doing it for the rest of the week now.”

“No way.”

“Oh, yeah,” Michael smiles. He leans back and pulls his hat down over his eyes.

All is peaceful for the next ten seconds, until Lincoln dives on him and starts tickling for all he’s worth.

“Linc! God, stop!” Michael giggles. Lincoln has him squirming and jerking away from those merciless fingers. It’s a straight line from the apartment living room of their childhood to this moment on the beach, as if nothing had ever changed.

Lincoln’s making himself laugh, just with the way Michael’s reacting. He barely hears the first telltale sound, but the second one gives it away.

“You have the hiccups?” Lincoln sounds appalled. “God, are you a lightweight or what—how much beer did you have?”

Michael bats Lincoln’s hands away, tears leaking out of his eyes as his chuckles vie with the hiccups for all of his air.

“Oh, man,” Michael sighs raggedly. “I can’t believe you just did that.”

Lincoln grins, and sits back down while Michael recovers. “Use it or lose it,” he says. “I’ve got to keep on top of my technique.”

“And that’s why you’re cooking dinner tonight," Michael says smugly. "So what’re you making? Impress me while you can.”

“I dunno,” Lincoln admits. “Quesadillas, or maybe steak.”

“Sounds perfect,” Michael smiles. It all tastes better when somebody else has to do the work.

“Hey,” Lincoln says suddenly. “I think you got sand in my beer.”

“Well then, I win,” Michael says triumphantly.

The first touch on his ribs again reminds him why gloating is always a mistake…


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aeroport_art: rabuaeroport_art on November 7th, 2006 08:43 am (UTC)
Eeeeeeeeeeeeee I love it! It paints such a vivid scene, you manage to draw up experiences that are so tangible (ie laughing while hiccuping, getting sand everywhere) that makes your writing just wonderful. This is such a relaxed, adorable scene, I can almost hear the waves. Thanks for writing *___*
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB Final Hughalfshellvenus on November 8th, 2006 08:55 pm (UTC)
. This is such a relaxed, adorable scene, I can almost hear the waves.
:D What a lovely thing to say!

It's sunny and fluffy, and I haven't written that before for the boys as adults. This gives a nice feeling that somehow, everything will be all right in the end. :)

Thanks for reading!
dc_longwing on November 7th, 2006 12:39 pm (UTC)
ADORABLE! So much sensory info worked so casually into the text, I felt like I was there with them. And they were fine. Whew. Loved this.
You did a Halloween-related Wee!Winchester's story recently that made me feel the same way. It was an AU, but I wanted it to be true because in that one, too, the boys were all right.
Thanks so much for this and the cool SPN drabbles you recently posted.
DC
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on November 8th, 2006 08:58 pm (UTC)
So much sensory info worked so casually into the text, I felt like I was there with them.It was an AU, but I wanted it to be true because in that one, too, the boys were all right.</i>
The Wee!Winchester one begged for AU, because you know their childhood was never anything like that happy. And how sweet it all could have been.

Here... Michael and Lincloln could somehow arrive at this point, one way or another. And I hope they do-- that in the end, they are together, safe and happy somewhere nice. :)
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The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB Final Hughalfshellvenus on November 8th, 2006 08:59 pm (UTC)
Oh I love these evocative, easy, soothing atosphere fics of yours;
They're so much kinder to write than the angst, honestly. They make nice antidotes to either the other things I write, or what fandom is doing at the moment (which is NEVER fluffy).

So glad you liked it. Thank you, Claire! :D
merctales on November 7th, 2006 01:39 pm (UTC)
“You’ve got this surfer-boy schoolmarm combo going on. It’s beyond eccentric, you know? It’s kind of weird.”
Heh.

It’s all cooking until it’s inedible.
You know, I should keep that around for the next time someone tells me making Kraft mac and cheese isn't really cooking.

It’s a straight line from the apartment living room of their childhood to this moment on the beach, as if nothing had ever changed.
Awesome, awesome line.

That was really sweet--an excellent gift for Pam. There's some good stuff coming out of this mini-nanowrimo thing you're doing.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB Final Hughalfshellvenus on November 8th, 2006 09:02 pm (UTC)
You know, I should keep that around for the next time someone tells me making Kraft mac and cheese isn't really cooking.
It's not FANCY cooking. But ultimately, cooking is some degree of following directions and not destroying what you make. I like Lincoln's defense here. It's lazy, but it also suits him. ;)

Awesome, awesome line.
Thank you! Sometimes those moments of recapturing our childhoods with our siblings are among the sweetest. It's almost like reliving them, for just a few happy moments. :)

I'm glad Pamala liked it. HappyFic has to be a help after a birthday that leaves you hanging. Not the time for angst, nosirree. :0
PamalaX: BWboyspamalax on November 7th, 2006 09:23 pm (UTC)
ahhhhhhhhh Such love!

I think one of my fav fic premises is a set up where everything didn't turn out as they planned and yet they are wise enough to be grateful to have one another and be safe no matter whayt else they are served up.

Its the heart and soul of the pair! * sigh *

I think its amusing that we wrote similar fics as B day gifts you writing the sun and surf while I basically shoved them in a igloo... curious, are somewhere warm?

Thanks soooo very much! I loved and and touched you were kind enough to give me my beloved bros for the old 41st bday
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: DominicSexyhalfshellvenus on November 8th, 2006 09:06 pm (UTC)
ahhhhhhhhh Such love!
Whoo-hoo! When gifts are loved, all is right with the world. :)

I think one of my fav fic premises is a set up where everything didn't turn out as they planned and yet they are wise enough to be grateful to have one another and be safe no matter whayt else they are served up.
Its the heart and soul of the pair! * sigh *

Mine too. In general, I like this as a fiction premise-- it becomes a sort of morality tale of what's important. It's not the details, but who you're with and whether you can build happiness from that. For these two, any ending where they're safe, alive, and together (for a lengthy period of time, not just a week or so) is a good one.

Thanks soooo very much! I loved and and touched you were kind enough to give me my beloved bros for the old 41st bday.
You deserve no less, Pamala. The boys would tell you themselves if they could. And Lincoln would totally sex all over tickle you if he had the chance. :)
(no subject) - pamalax on November 8th, 2006 11:26 pm (UTC) (Expand)
The Grammarian about whom your mother warned you.acostilow on November 7th, 2006 10:11 pm (UTC)
Hee.

The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB Final Hughalfshellvenus on November 8th, 2006 09:07 pm (UTC)
:D People who start tickle fights should move their beer far out of range, that's my rule.

AND remember the rule about "Don't criticize someone else's work unless you want it to become yours." ;)
blazeorfadeblazeorfade on November 8th, 2006 06:24 am (UTC)
So adorable! The line about Linc's meals being simple reminded me of the Father's Day piece you posted before. I love Michael is ticklish, thats so cute.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB Final Hughalfshellvenus on November 8th, 2006 09:19 pm (UTC)
The line about Linc's meals being simple reminded me of the Father's Day piece you posted before.
! You win for spotting the continuity detail there! \o/

I included that as a bit of a tease, because in the other story Michael can't decide whether Lincoln's a good cook or not (because he's too young to know whether reheating stuff is actually challenging cooking). Apparently, Lincoln still maintains that those are cooking skills. ;)

I love Michael is ticklish, thats so cute.
Lincoln might be ticklish, but I'll bet it doesn't occur to Michael to attack first and find out. Or maybe he's stuck on Lincoln being bigger and stronger like he always was when they were kids. My brother's still bigger and stronger, and I would not dare try to tickle him now. His "sewing machine" and "bumblebee" techniques were as deadly as it gets. :0
(Anonymous) on November 8th, 2006 09:42 pm (UTC)
Hehe I win for being a halfshellvenus stalker.lol

Now I have this image in my head of Mike watching Linc, thinking of ways to sneak attack him to see if he's ticklish. SOmehow I think he would be. I could always out-tickle my big brother :D. He's twice my size but so much more ticklish than me. Nothing like seeing a grown man beg for mercy from a 5'4" girl while he has the giggles.

Deadbeat Nymph: pronedeadbeat_nymph on November 8th, 2006 03:16 pm (UTC)
Ah, such warmth. This is a lovely story, although, from the moment that tickling began, not quite so gen... ;) At least, in my mind...
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB Final Hughalfshellvenus on November 8th, 2006 09:16 pm (UTC)
:D Glad you liked the story-- thank you. :)

although, from the moment that tickling began, not quite so gen... ;) At least, in my mind...
Ah, I see you're taking up the slack of "Slash-colored-glasses" now that thelana isn't reading PB fic anymore. ;)

Tickling doesn't have to be slash to me at all. But then, I have a brother who was fairly merciless about teasing in all forms when I was a kid. At my Dad's 80th birthday, I reminded him of what "Limp-ees" were (it's an odd finger-thwacking technique that he was especially good at). Big mistake. Pretty soon his son had picked it up and everybody was trying to thwack each other. The crowning moment of horror was when my brother got my sister's head (while she was minding her own business). You could hear the 'thump' clear across the room. Sounding like someone bouncing a watermelon. :0

I'll bet the 8-hour car-ride back home they had the next wasn't pleasant. ;) Heh-heh-heh.
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The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Gen PB brothershalfshellvenus on November 8th, 2006 10:59 pm (UTC)
Love seeing the boys light and relaxed.
They're overdue, aren't they? The canon part is driving me nuts right now!

Thank you, Debbie. :)
happy is as happy doeshappywriter06 on November 9th, 2006 01:17 pm (UTC)
I think I was wearing slashcolored glasses, too. And I'm so not into that. (Ok, well maybe a little. I've read some great ones.) Moving on, um, who is the "he" Michael is referring to when he says "...it's not like he's in love with the tattoo..." It's probably obvious but in my defense I've been up since 5:30am and I'm hungry. lol.

I love stories that show the interaction btwn the brothers. Their relationship is just so complex yet simple at the same time.

And I better not have my husband read this or he'll be using Linc's defense when he cooks.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Gen PB brothershalfshellvenus on November 10th, 2006 06:33 am (UTC)
:D I love the slash, although this one was just intended to be loopy, snarky fun. There's something about knowing exactly where all the buttons to push are that will annoy and tweak someone, as well as all the right ways to make them laugh, that's just fun.

"...it's not like he's in love with the tattoo..."
It's a 3rd-person narrative, and Michael's thinking of himself (3rd-person style). The tattoo was important-- even critical!-- to Lincoln's escape. But now, it's useless and makes Michael easy to identify, and at this point I'm sure he wishes it would just disappear...

Their relationship is just so complex yet simple at the same time.
It really is-- the implied dysfunction in their upbringing makes it complex, but from their dynamic now you can tell that there had to be the basic things like tickle-fights and Saturday morning cartoons and burned popcorn in their past as well.

And I better not have my husband read this or he'll be using Linc's defense when he cooks.
:D Lincoln knows how to fight Michael's logic with his own, which must at times be very irritating for Michael to put up with. ;)
happy is as happy doeshappywriter06 on November 26th, 2006 05:45 pm (UTC)
I knew it was a simple explanation.

I would hope that they had those happy times to draw on when things got really bad
let's dance, douchebag!: Michael drinkingxshorty24x on November 10th, 2006 06:44 am (UTC)
Aw, this is love! So relaxed, carefree and fun - Linc and Mike are totally in need of a little bludge-time on the beach, I think. And there's something so appealing about Michael not being able to cook. He's a genius, but he can't handle the stove - hee! Gold! Awesome job!
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB Final Hughalfshellvenus on November 10th, 2006 07:50 am (UTC)
Hee! Thank you. It's nice to just enjoy hanging out with them, while they tease and annoy each other and just enjoy being free.

Michael as a bad cook is funny to me too, obviously. One of the odd possibilities with a genius is that they get distracted by other more interesting thoughts and ideas very easily. So even if Michael reads the directions on the recipe, one little mental musing that lasts too long is going to result in Scorch instead of Scrumptious.

It's the "distracted cook" syndrome. I'm *cough* somewhat familiar with it myself. :D
do you fancy billie piper, sir?: all things go. all things go.slowdescent_ on November 24th, 2006 06:16 pm (UTC)
Ha, that's hilarious! Very nicely done, it's very Lincoln to be smug like that. :D I really liked it.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB Final Hughalfshellvenus on November 27th, 2006 07:40 pm (UTC)
:D Thank you!

it's very Lincoln to be smug like that.
That side of Lincoln-- and his skillful use of sarcasm and irony-- just crack me up. Plus, he definitely knows how to get Michael's goat. Yeeeaars of practice, and I think Michael must be a very easy target for him. ;)
(Anonymous) on March 11th, 2007 11:00 am (UTC)
hilarious, loved reading it. laughed all the way through it.
hybridxlovehybridxlove on November 9th, 2013 06:21 pm (UTC)
I need to stop commenting on every single fic of yours, but wow they're all so perfect. I -have- to say something. Nice job on this one.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Gen PB brothershalfshellvenus on December 10th, 2013 01:01 am (UTC)
Thank you so much! I love the comments, even if it takes me awhile to get back to them. November is like that every year, at least while I have daily writing challenges going on. But now, I can see daylight. :D
hybridxlove: PrisonBreakhybridxlove on December 15th, 2013 06:30 pm (UTC)
I'm glad all the spam didn't bother you too much, so glad that I semi- spammed you again! Hehe, sorry I couldn't resist responding to some of your comments.

Thank you so much for taking the time to reply to my comments, I don't expect that from you. =]

Have a lovely evening, oh -- and thanks for adding me to your flist.