Prison Break - Kaleidoscope (2/9)
Kaleidoscope
A/N: This story is an ensemble of points of view. They all belong to a same universe but can be read separately. Some parts are gen, others are slash. T-Bag is... T-Bag. Appropriate warnings and ratings will be given for each part.
Initial prompt by camille-miko: Michael/Lincoln. Hope, handcuffs and dream. Bittersweet and kinky. LJ’s take on the situation.
Beta: niennanou ( original version) and recycledfaery (English version). Many thanks to both of them.
Title: Kaleidoscope (2/9)
Author: clair-de-lune
Characters: Lisa, Michael
Genre: Gen
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~ 390
Warnings: Hinted incest
Summary: She can remember a holiday dinner, maybe Thanksgiving or Christmas, something like that.
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Lisa
Michael doesn’t like Lisa, and Lisa doesn’t like Michael. Neither she nor he will admit it though, and their antagonism is carefully buried, concealed, wrapped up into a layer of decent familial affection. So carefully actually, that neither is aware of it anymore. Lisa trusts Michael. When LJ was still a baby or a kid, she blindly trusted Michael to baby sit him whereas she always snowed Lincoln with advice and recommendations. When LJ was a bit older, he’s been told more than once to “Look at you uncle!”
Yet the sentence rang wrong to Lisa. Somewhere deep in a part of her brain that she cautiously avoids analyzing, she knows that Michael doesn’t like her. She steals part of Lincoln’s affection. Or more precisely, LJ steals part of Lincoln’s affection but of course, Michael just loves LJ because he’s Lincoln’s son. The other person responsible for his existence, however? Not so much.
She won’t linger on the idea that the feeling is reciprocal, but that doesn’t change a thing, she doesn’t like Michael. She doesn’t like him because Lincoln gives him way too much attention. She would almost think this is jealousy on her part, except that it would be absurd. Being jealous of your boyfriend’s baby brother is absurd, isn’t it, the two of you don’t belong in the same league. And yet, when she sees Lincoln’s hand resting on Michael’s shoulder, she can’t help feeling her stomach tighten. She can’t quite name the sensation. Whether this is from an intellectual or an emotional perspective, something eludes her. It’s incomprehensible, indescribable, unspeakable; intuitively, she thinks that maybe it’s for the best, maybe it’s not meant to be understood, described and spoken out loud.
She can remember a holiday dinner, maybe Thanksgiving or Christmas, something like that. She can’t really say; she just knows that there were candles and snow and a meal Michael had helped her prepare. She just knows Lincoln and her weren’t living together anymore but had enough common sense to spend the holiday together for LJ’s sake. What she won’t forget, however, is Michael’s gaze on her, the half smile he gave her when their eyes met across the table: there was sadness and compassion when he looked at her. And a dash of satisfaction, a glimpse of victory he probably wasn’t even aware of.
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Comments are always welcome.
A/N: This story is an ensemble of points of view. They all belong to a same universe but can be read separately. Some parts are gen, others are slash. T-Bag is... T-Bag. Appropriate warnings and ratings will be given for each part.
Initial prompt by camille-miko: Michael/Lincoln. Hope, handcuffs and dream. Bittersweet and kinky. LJ’s take on the situation.
Beta: niennanou ( original version) and recycledfaery (English version). Many thanks to both of them.
Title: Kaleidoscope (2/9)
Author: clair-de-lune
Characters: Lisa, Michael
Genre: Gen
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~ 390
Warnings: Hinted incest
Summary: She can remember a holiday dinner, maybe Thanksgiving or Christmas, something like that.
Previous / Next part
Lisa
Michael doesn’t like Lisa, and Lisa doesn’t like Michael. Neither she nor he will admit it though, and their antagonism is carefully buried, concealed, wrapped up into a layer of decent familial affection. So carefully actually, that neither is aware of it anymore. Lisa trusts Michael. When LJ was still a baby or a kid, she blindly trusted Michael to baby sit him whereas she always snowed Lincoln with advice and recommendations. When LJ was a bit older, he’s been told more than once to “Look at you uncle!”
Yet the sentence rang wrong to Lisa. Somewhere deep in a part of her brain that she cautiously avoids analyzing, she knows that Michael doesn’t like her. She steals part of Lincoln’s affection. Or more precisely, LJ steals part of Lincoln’s affection but of course, Michael just loves LJ because he’s Lincoln’s son. The other person responsible for his existence, however? Not so much.
She won’t linger on the idea that the feeling is reciprocal, but that doesn’t change a thing, she doesn’t like Michael. She doesn’t like him because Lincoln gives him way too much attention. She would almost think this is jealousy on her part, except that it would be absurd. Being jealous of your boyfriend’s baby brother is absurd, isn’t it, the two of you don’t belong in the same league. And yet, when she sees Lincoln’s hand resting on Michael’s shoulder, she can’t help feeling her stomach tighten. She can’t quite name the sensation. Whether this is from an intellectual or an emotional perspective, something eludes her. It’s incomprehensible, indescribable, unspeakable; intuitively, she thinks that maybe it’s for the best, maybe it’s not meant to be understood, described and spoken out loud.
She can remember a holiday dinner, maybe Thanksgiving or Christmas, something like that. She can’t really say; she just knows that there were candles and snow and a meal Michael had helped her prepare. She just knows Lincoln and her weren’t living together anymore but had enough common sense to spend the holiday together for LJ’s sake. What she won’t forget, however, is Michael’s gaze on her, the half smile he gave her when their eyes met across the table: there was sadness and compassion when he looked at her. And a dash of satisfaction, a glimpse of victory he probably wasn’t even aware of.
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