What Do You Do - 01. Condemned
Title: What Do You Do?
Author: Chase
Characters: Bellick, C-Note, Westmoreland, Sucre, Pope, Lincoln, LJ, Michael, Sara, T-Bag, Tweener, Veronica.
Category: Pre-escape
Spoilers: Season 1
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing about this show.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: MiSa. Lincoln never got his stay of execution. What will Michael do now that his reason for incarceration is dead? How will the other inmates react? What about the escape plan?
01. Condemned
Michael stood in the viewing room, his facial features hardened, his eyes moist. Lincoln stared right back at him until they dropped the black cloth over his face.
“Take care of yourself, Michael. Please,” he thought, squeezing his eyes shut. “I came in here a man. Lord, give me the strength to leave here a man.”
Then it came. A serene calmness washed over him, allowing him to open his eyes. Instead of seeing the darkness behind the cloth, he saw a younger LJ, sitting at the table, anxiously awaiting his blueberry pancakes. He saw a thin sheet hugging every curve of Veronica’s nude body as she lay beside him, her head on his chest. He could smell her hair, feel her breath against his skin. He could hear her soft voice, the sweetest indulgence, whispering that she loved him. He saw Michael when he was younger, sleeping unsoundly in his room. He saw the look in Michael’s eyes when he said he believed that he was innocent.
He knew that he’d made his peace with his maker, that there was nothing left for him to do. He knew that he’d be saved.
He was so confident, in fact, that he barely felt the electricity course through his body. He felt his muscles tighten and shake against the restraints, accompanied only by a mere tingle.
When the switch was flipped, Michael felt Sara’s hand close around his forearm, squeezing it. He knew that she’d probably closed her eyes, not that he could blame her. Neither of them had ever witnessed an execution before, but for Michael, not watching wasn’t an option.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, no longer able to fight the tears. They cascaded down his face silently as he stood helpless, watching the life drain out of his brother. The man that knew Michael deserved a shot at a decent life. The man that took out an outrageous loan so it could happen. The innocent man that had always watched over him when they were younger.
It was all gone now.
Lincoln’s body went limp as the curtain to the viewing room closed, but the image was burned into his brain. The vividness of his thoughts made him realize that he’d be haunted by that sight for years to come.
“I let my brother die.”
Sara turned to him, her eyes damp and apologetic. “There was nothing you could do, Michael.”
Even as Pope instructed the guards to take Michael back to his cell, he never broke his stare with Sara. Their eyes remained fixed on each other until she was out of sight.
“No one else could take your place,” he thought, although he wasn’t sure if he was talking about Lincoln, or Sara. The brother he’d never see, the woman he’d never have.
His life was officially in shambles, and with the current circumstances, he wasn’t so sure he had the strength to build himself back up.
Author: Chase
Characters: Bellick, C-Note, Westmoreland, Sucre, Pope, Lincoln, LJ, Michael, Sara, T-Bag, Tweener, Veronica.
Category: Pre-escape
Spoilers: Season 1
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing about this show.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: MiSa. Lincoln never got his stay of execution. What will Michael do now that his reason for incarceration is dead? How will the other inmates react? What about the escape plan?
01. Condemned
Michael stood in the viewing room, his facial features hardened, his eyes moist. Lincoln stared right back at him until they dropped the black cloth over his face.
“Take care of yourself, Michael. Please,” he thought, squeezing his eyes shut. “I came in here a man. Lord, give me the strength to leave here a man.”
Then it came. A serene calmness washed over him, allowing him to open his eyes. Instead of seeing the darkness behind the cloth, he saw a younger LJ, sitting at the table, anxiously awaiting his blueberry pancakes. He saw a thin sheet hugging every curve of Veronica’s nude body as she lay beside him, her head on his chest. He could smell her hair, feel her breath against his skin. He could hear her soft voice, the sweetest indulgence, whispering that she loved him. He saw Michael when he was younger, sleeping unsoundly in his room. He saw the look in Michael’s eyes when he said he believed that he was innocent.
He knew that he’d made his peace with his maker, that there was nothing left for him to do. He knew that he’d be saved.
He was so confident, in fact, that he barely felt the electricity course through his body. He felt his muscles tighten and shake against the restraints, accompanied only by a mere tingle.
When the switch was flipped, Michael felt Sara’s hand close around his forearm, squeezing it. He knew that she’d probably closed her eyes, not that he could blame her. Neither of them had ever witnessed an execution before, but for Michael, not watching wasn’t an option.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, no longer able to fight the tears. They cascaded down his face silently as he stood helpless, watching the life drain out of his brother. The man that knew Michael deserved a shot at a decent life. The man that took out an outrageous loan so it could happen. The innocent man that had always watched over him when they were younger.
It was all gone now.
Lincoln’s body went limp as the curtain to the viewing room closed, but the image was burned into his brain. The vividness of his thoughts made him realize that he’d be haunted by that sight for years to come.
“I let my brother die.”
Sara turned to him, her eyes damp and apologetic. “There was nothing you could do, Michael.”
Even as Pope instructed the guards to take Michael back to his cell, he never broke his stare with Sara. Their eyes remained fixed on each other until she was out of sight.
“No one else could take your place,” he thought, although he wasn’t sure if he was talking about Lincoln, or Sara. The brother he’d never see, the woman he’d never have.
His life was officially in shambles, and with the current circumstances, he wasn’t so sure he had the strength to build himself back up.