Fic: Executive Privilege
Title:Executive Privilege
Author:EtherealFlaim
Genre:AU, Slash (implied), Gen
Rating:PG
Fandom:Prison Break
Characters:Michael/Lincoln, Sucre, etc
Premise:Michael and Lincoln got an executive pardon. For the rest of the AU, you'll have to read =)
Summary:Sucre gets out of Fox River, and pays Michael a visit.
Genre:AU, Slash, Gen
Author's Notes:Written for the 40-fic challenge over at foxriver_fic. This is my 6th contribution.
- Pairing: GEN: Michael and Sucre ONLY friendship
- Inspiration: "So much can happen in ten years..."
Michael was starting to get tired of looking over schedules and making arrangements for his visit to the tornado-ravaged cities in the South. He would have much preferred to be curled up in the strong arms of his First Man down he hall. He'd be more than grateful when Sarah came back from her trip to Africa... she could handle these arrangements with both hands tied behind her back and a microphone in her face. But, as she wasn't, he wasn't about to dump the paperwork onto someone when it had been his decision to make the trips in the first place.
He signed off on his schedule for his stay in Alabama and was about to move on to Tennessee when there was a knock at the door.
"Mr. President? I figured you'd still be in here, working you ass off as usual."
Michael recognized the gruff, smiling voice of Lincoln Burroughs instantly, and looked up to see him peeking into the office.
"Linc, you know I hate it when you call me that. Please tell me you've come to rescue me from paperwork, I've been signing so many papers and endorsing so many documents that I'm surprised my hand is still attached."
"Well, baby, I think I might just be able to help you with that. You have a visitor. You want me to show him in?"
Michael's interest was piqued. It wasn't normal hours... a majority of his staff was gone. It would have taken someone really close to either he or Lincoln to even get someone into the White House at this time of day.
"Yeah, sure... Who is it?"
Lincoln only grinned, and ducked back out of the room. A few moments later, the door opened and in walked Fernando Sucre, sporting a grin that threatened to split his Puerto Rican face in half.
Michael burst from his chair and ran to embrace his old cell-mate.
"Sucre! My god, it's been forever. Are you out now for good?" Michael punctuated his question with another squeeze of his friend's muscular shoulders.
"You bet, papi. I'm all clear. Maricruz and I are going to go celebrate our honeymoon next week, but I wanted to come and see you in person first. I can't believe it, the little Fish is running a nation! You look great, too."
Sucre held Michael out at arms length and admired the clean blue suit he was wearing.
"Sucre, it's great to see you. I have to ask, though. You know I could have pardoned you the day I took office, but you refused. Why? Lincoln and I got our pardon, and you turned yourself in for another twenty."
"Michael, I had a son on the way, I wasn't about to have him on the run from the law. What sort of message would that send? And when you offered to give me a get-out-of-jail-free card, I couldn't accept. I was guilty of every one of those charges, and you know it. Getting a pardon would set a bad example that if you know important people, you can get away with anything. I wanted to send the message that you should always accept the consequences for your actions, and I got out on good behavior and here I am. Little Jose wanted to come meet you too, but he fell asleep in the car and I couldn't bring myself to wake him up."
Michael wrapped Sucre up in another bear hug. "You're going to make a great father, Sucre. And you tell little Jose that he can come visit Uncle Michael in the big White House whenever he wants. Lord knows, I can use the distraction sometimes. It's all very rewarding and I am helping to repair more of the Company's damage and help out more people than I had ever dreamed possible, but it really takes it out of you."
"Well, I'm glad I came to see you, Fish. I wish you and Linc the best of luck! I still don't know how you managed to even get the nomination, let alone win with all of the religious freaks attacking your sexuality and your... well, your relationship. Even the prisoners on the block were following your campaign. I'm still pissed at you--" Sucre punched the President lightly on his shoulder, "--for never telling me about you and Linc, but I guess I understand. I should've figured it out... what man in his right mind would leave behind a successful life to rescue your deadbeat brother from Death Row unless he loved him... Loved, loved him, that is."
Michael laughed. He didn't like to think about back then, when he and Linc had spent so many years apart. Michael sublimating his love for his brother by working absurd hours and being ultra successful, Lincoln drowning his love in drugs and alcohol. So he laughed, and pretended that it had been something that he'd hidden, and not something he'd been actively denying.
"Well, it was great to see you again papi. I'm sure you'll see me again, and hopefully when the sun is shining. Maybe you can take Jose on a walk on the grounds and give him a speech about whatever you dream, you can do." Sucre smiled, and leaned in for a final hug. Lincoln came in and gave the man a hug as well.
"Linc the Sink." Sucre said, laughing into the muscular shoulder. "Who'd have thought a badass hard man like you would tie the knot with a little Fish like him?"
Sucre broke the hug, and smiled at the pair of them before walking out. "I love you guys. Hopefully I'll see you soon."
Michael watched his friend go, then moved closer to Lincoln and slipped his arms around the bigger man's waist.
"Linc, I'm so glad he's okay."
"I know, Mikey. I know you felt responsible for his extended time, but I know he doesn't hold it against you."
"Linc, he was almost out of there when I came in and messed it all up. He would've been out in time to see his his son's first steps if he hadn't broken out with us. How can I not feel responsible?"
Lincoln leaned down and pressed a soft, warm kiss on his brother's lips. He stroked the smooth cheek with one thumb, doing his best to reassure the guilt he knew was trapped beneath his lover's thick skull. He knew it was precisely the humanitarian, unselfish heart he could feel beating beneath the tailored suit that had gotten his brother elected. He also knew that that same heart was the thing that caused its owner so much pain. He had made a promise to himself when Michael had broken him out of Fox River that he would stand by his side this time, and support him the way he should have back when they were kids. It was always a battle for Michael with his past, but Lincoln hoped that, after seeing Sucre again and hearing how well he was doing, he was just a little closer to winning.
Comments are much appreciated =)
- Pairing: GEN: Michael and Sucre ONLY friendship
- Inspiration: "So much can happen in ten years..."
Michael was starting to get tired of looking over schedules and making arrangements for his visit to the tornado-ravaged cities in the South. He would have much preferred to be curled up in the strong arms of his First Man down he hall. He'd be more than grateful when Sarah came back from her trip to Africa... she could handle these arrangements with both hands tied behind her back and a microphone in her face. But, as she wasn't, he wasn't about to dump the paperwork onto someone when it had been his decision to make the trips in the first place.
He signed off on his schedule for his stay in Alabama and was about to move on to Tennessee when there was a knock at the door.
"Mr. President? I figured you'd still be in here, working you ass off as usual."
Michael recognized the gruff, smiling voice of Lincoln Burroughs instantly, and looked up to see him peeking into the office.
"Linc, you know I hate it when you call me that. Please tell me you've come to rescue me from paperwork, I've been signing so many papers and endorsing so many documents that I'm surprised my hand is still attached."
"Well, baby, I think I might just be able to help you with that. You have a visitor. You want me to show him in?"
Michael's interest was piqued. It wasn't normal hours... a majority of his staff was gone. It would have taken someone really close to either he or Lincoln to even get someone into the White House at this time of day.
"Yeah, sure... Who is it?"
Lincoln only grinned, and ducked back out of the room. A few moments later, the door opened and in walked Fernando Sucre, sporting a grin that threatened to split his Puerto Rican face in half.
Michael burst from his chair and ran to embrace his old cell-mate.
"Sucre! My god, it's been forever. Are you out now for good?" Michael punctuated his question with another squeeze of his friend's muscular shoulders.
"You bet, papi. I'm all clear. Maricruz and I are going to go celebrate our honeymoon next week, but I wanted to come and see you in person first. I can't believe it, the little Fish is running a nation! You look great, too."
Sucre held Michael out at arms length and admired the clean blue suit he was wearing.
"Sucre, it's great to see you. I have to ask, though. You know I could have pardoned you the day I took office, but you refused. Why? Lincoln and I got our pardon, and you turned yourself in for another twenty."
"Michael, I had a son on the way, I wasn't about to have him on the run from the law. What sort of message would that send? And when you offered to give me a get-out-of-jail-free card, I couldn't accept. I was guilty of every one of those charges, and you know it. Getting a pardon would set a bad example that if you know important people, you can get away with anything. I wanted to send the message that you should always accept the consequences for your actions, and I got out on good behavior and here I am. Little Jose wanted to come meet you too, but he fell asleep in the car and I couldn't bring myself to wake him up."
Michael wrapped Sucre up in another bear hug. "You're going to make a great father, Sucre. And you tell little Jose that he can come visit Uncle Michael in the big White House whenever he wants. Lord knows, I can use the distraction sometimes. It's all very rewarding and I am helping to repair more of the Company's damage and help out more people than I had ever dreamed possible, but it really takes it out of you."
"Well, I'm glad I came to see you, Fish. I wish you and Linc the best of luck! I still don't know how you managed to even get the nomination, let alone win with all of the religious freaks attacking your sexuality and your... well, your relationship. Even the prisoners on the block were following your campaign. I'm still pissed at you--" Sucre punched the President lightly on his shoulder, "--for never telling me about you and Linc, but I guess I understand. I should've figured it out... what man in his right mind would leave behind a successful life to rescue your deadbeat brother from Death Row unless he loved him... Loved, loved him, that is."
Michael laughed. He didn't like to think about back then, when he and Linc had spent so many years apart. Michael sublimating his love for his brother by working absurd hours and being ultra successful, Lincoln drowning his love in drugs and alcohol. So he laughed, and pretended that it had been something that he'd hidden, and not something he'd been actively denying.
"Well, it was great to see you again papi. I'm sure you'll see me again, and hopefully when the sun is shining. Maybe you can take Jose on a walk on the grounds and give him a speech about whatever you dream, you can do." Sucre smiled, and leaned in for a final hug. Lincoln came in and gave the man a hug as well.
"Linc the Sink." Sucre said, laughing into the muscular shoulder. "Who'd have thought a badass hard man like you would tie the knot with a little Fish like him?"
Sucre broke the hug, and smiled at the pair of them before walking out. "I love you guys. Hopefully I'll see you soon."
Michael watched his friend go, then moved closer to Lincoln and slipped his arms around the bigger man's waist.
"Linc, I'm so glad he's okay."
"I know, Mikey. I know you felt responsible for his extended time, but I know he doesn't hold it against you."
"Linc, he was almost out of there when I came in and messed it all up. He would've been out in time to see his his son's first steps if he hadn't broken out with us. How can I not feel responsible?"
Lincoln leaned down and pressed a soft, warm kiss on his brother's lips. He stroked the smooth cheek with one thumb, doing his best to reassure the guilt he knew was trapped beneath his lover's thick skull. He knew it was precisely the humanitarian, unselfish heart he could feel beating beneath the tailored suit that had gotten his brother elected. He also knew that that same heart was the thing that caused its owner so much pain. He had made a promise to himself when Michael had broken him out of Fox River that he would stand by his side this time, and support him the way he should have back when they were kids. It was always a battle for Michael with his past, but Lincoln hoped that, after seeing Sucre again and hearing how well he was doing, he was just a little closer to winning.
Comments are much appreciated =)