Fic: Beat Cop - Chapter 1
I've had this sitting on my harddrive for a bit... It was the first piece of fanfiction I wrote for this fandom. Since I plan on writing the rest of it (I've got another chapter done, which I will post soon), I had better post this part too. I'm not particularly proud of it, but I hope when compared with the other stuff I've written it shows that I've improved =)
Enjoy. If you would be interested in being a beta for a subsequent chapter or two, give me a shout.
Title: Beat Cop Rating: PG Category: Gen, Angst (for now) Fandom: Prison Break Characters: Michael, Lincoln Summary: Michael walks out, leaving Lincoln lost and confused. Author's Notes: This was inspired by a bunny that I set free and decided to try to use to sharpen my pencil again: "Michael is forced to sleep with a police officer to keep from getting turned in. Lincoln finds out and is really jealous-- and realizes what that means."
We'll see if the above ever actually makes it into the story.
==== Chapter 1: Apart ====
They say you can drown in a dixie cup worth of water.
It's been far more scotch than that and he's still breathing.
And his skin still crawls.
---
Lincoln tries knocking again, and when the door doesn't open he takes out his key and lets himself in. Michael is sitting on the couch, staring into a glass of scotch as if he thought it knew the meaning of life. He immediately knows something is wrong-- Michael hasn't touched a drop of alcohol since they settled into their small, cramped apartment... but the bottle is half empty.
"Michael."
He just sits there and continued to stare. Lincoln doesn't even know if his words cut through. He walks over and stands, running his fingers through his younger brother's still-unfamiliarly-long hair.
Michael snaps. Before Lincoln knows what is happening, he is face to face with his brother, his burning anger only separated by six inches of space, his wrist held at bay by a surprisingly strong grip.
"I can't deal with this right now, Lincoln!" Michael whispers with a force that knocks Lincoln back a step. "Don't you dare touch me."
Then he is gone, the slamming of the apartment door bringing Lincoln back to his senses.
This was new. He was used to being in the dark where his brother's thoughts and emotions were concerned, but drunken brooding and angry outbursts were not Michael's style. This feeling of powerlessness is not one he enjoys... but long experience has taught him that when Michael leaves, he needs to be alone, and going after him would only make matters worse.
---
Familiar red and blue lights glitter at the end of the street, bringing Michael back to himself with a jolt of fear as the siren gets louder. He looks around frantically for a doorway into which he can duck before he remembers that Jordan wouldn't be working at this hour. His panic fades and he slowly registers the weight of a glass in his right hand, and then it all makes sense. He feels slightly guilty at having snapped at his brother, but through the haze of scotch it still seems like the only reasonable reaction. His skin still crawled, and maybe it always would.
Read Chapter 2
Comments and criticism are always welcome =)
Enjoy. If you would be interested in being a beta for a subsequent chapter or two, give me a shout.
Title: Beat Cop Rating: PG Category: Gen, Angst (for now) Fandom: Prison Break Characters: Michael, Lincoln Summary: Michael walks out, leaving Lincoln lost and confused. Author's Notes: This was inspired by a bunny that I set free and decided to try to use to sharpen my pencil again: "Michael is forced to sleep with a police officer to keep from getting turned in. Lincoln finds out and is really jealous-- and realizes what that means."
We'll see if the above ever actually makes it into the story.
==== Chapter 1: Apart ====
They say you can drown in a dixie cup worth of water.
It's been far more scotch than that and he's still breathing.
And his skin still crawls.
---
Lincoln tries knocking again, and when the door doesn't open he takes out his key and lets himself in. Michael is sitting on the couch, staring into a glass of scotch as if he thought it knew the meaning of life. He immediately knows something is wrong-- Michael hasn't touched a drop of alcohol since they settled into their small, cramped apartment... but the bottle is half empty.
"Michael."
He just sits there and continued to stare. Lincoln doesn't even know if his words cut through. He walks over and stands, running his fingers through his younger brother's still-unfamiliarly-long hair.
Michael snaps. Before Lincoln knows what is happening, he is face to face with his brother, his burning anger only separated by six inches of space, his wrist held at bay by a surprisingly strong grip.
"I can't deal with this right now, Lincoln!" Michael whispers with a force that knocks Lincoln back a step. "Don't you dare touch me."
Then he is gone, the slamming of the apartment door bringing Lincoln back to his senses.
This was new. He was used to being in the dark where his brother's thoughts and emotions were concerned, but drunken brooding and angry outbursts were not Michael's style. This feeling of powerlessness is not one he enjoys... but long experience has taught him that when Michael leaves, he needs to be alone, and going after him would only make matters worse.
---
Familiar red and blue lights glitter at the end of the street, bringing Michael back to himself with a jolt of fear as the siren gets louder. He looks around frantically for a doorway into which he can duck before he remembers that Jordan wouldn't be working at this hour. His panic fades and he slowly registers the weight of a glass in his right hand, and then it all makes sense. He feels slightly guilty at having snapped at his brother, but through the haze of scotch it still seems like the only reasonable reaction. His skin still crawled, and maybe it always would.
Read Chapter 2
Comments and criticism are always welcome =)