fic: Six Months
Title: Six Months
Fandom: Prison Break
Characters: Aldo, Michael, a touch of Lincoln
Word Count: a bit over 400
Rating: PG-13
Notes: I like Aldo, I really do, but this bit about him kind of bothers me, so here are some words on that.
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine.
He hears Lincoln has gone into juvie. He’d like to feel surprised, but he keeps tabs on his boys from afar, so he isn’t.
He finds out Michael has gone into foster care, and for a little while he does nothing. Foster care means at least someone is watching over his younger son.
Or so he thinks.
After a few months of being too busy with his job, his mission, he’s handed a report that says Michael hasn’t been to class. But summer is looming and he doesn’t think much of it.
Another month or so passes and he’s handed another report. Michael hasn’t been seen at all. The young man who compiled the report wants to know if he wants to pursue it. If he thinks there’s a problem.
Aldo knows there’s a problem, but the Company is sniffing around, has gotten too close, and they close up shop and move to a safer location. By the time they’ve settled back down, the young man with the reports is dead and Aldo lets more time pass.
Six months since Michael has been missing, a new agent hands him a report and tells him quite tersely that there’s a reason they shouldn’t have families in their line of work, but they’ll get someone to handle it. Numbly, he reads over lines that he shouldn’t be seeing and tells her he’ll take care of it himself.
In an ordinary house in a stereotypical lower middle class neighborhood he takes one look at the man at the table with the bottle in front of him and knows what’s happened here. He knows what he let happen.
When it’s over he opens a door and stares down at a broken child and knows that he may not have caused the wounds, but his hands are bloody, too.
Michael looks up at him and sees way too much. A foolish part of him hopes that his son will recognize him, but he sees in Aldo everything he saw in the man on the floor. He sees a persecutor instead of a savior; he sees another man with violence in his eyes and from his hands and flees the house.
Aldo watches Michael run away and doesn’t follow. The agents outside will take care of it. He’ll go to a hospital, then to his social worker, and then to another foster home, and Aldo will watch over his family more carefully next time.
This is what he always tells himself.
Fandom: Prison Break
Characters: Aldo, Michael, a touch of Lincoln
Word Count: a bit over 400
Rating: PG-13
Notes: I like Aldo, I really do, but this bit about him kind of bothers me, so here are some words on that.
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine.
He hears Lincoln has gone into juvie. He’d like to feel surprised, but he keeps tabs on his boys from afar, so he isn’t.
He finds out Michael has gone into foster care, and for a little while he does nothing. Foster care means at least someone is watching over his younger son.
Or so he thinks.
After a few months of being too busy with his job, his mission, he’s handed a report that says Michael hasn’t been to class. But summer is looming and he doesn’t think much of it.
Another month or so passes and he’s handed another report. Michael hasn’t been seen at all. The young man who compiled the report wants to know if he wants to pursue it. If he thinks there’s a problem.
Aldo knows there’s a problem, but the Company is sniffing around, has gotten too close, and they close up shop and move to a safer location. By the time they’ve settled back down, the young man with the reports is dead and Aldo lets more time pass.
Six months since Michael has been missing, a new agent hands him a report and tells him quite tersely that there’s a reason they shouldn’t have families in their line of work, but they’ll get someone to handle it. Numbly, he reads over lines that he shouldn’t be seeing and tells her he’ll take care of it himself.
In an ordinary house in a stereotypical lower middle class neighborhood he takes one look at the man at the table with the bottle in front of him and knows what’s happened here. He knows what he let happen.
When it’s over he opens a door and stares down at a broken child and knows that he may not have caused the wounds, but his hands are bloody, too.
Michael looks up at him and sees way too much. A foolish part of him hopes that his son will recognize him, but he sees in Aldo everything he saw in the man on the floor. He sees a persecutor instead of a savior; he sees another man with violence in his eyes and from his hands and flees the house.
Aldo watches Michael run away and doesn’t follow. The agents outside will take care of it. He’ll go to a hospital, then to his social worker, and then to another foster home, and Aldo will watch over his family more carefully next time.
This is what he always tells himself.