Lost in Translation - Prison Break ficlet
Title: Lost in Translation (1/1)
Fandom: Prison Break
Characters: Lincoln, LJ, Michael, Sara,
Genre: Alternate Universe
Rating: PG
Length: 363 words
Summary:Some things are destined to be lost in translation.
Author's Note:This is the first of two stories that I wrote for a very dear friend's birthday which happens to be today, someone who never ceases to amaze me. Whenever she reads this, I know she will appreciate the sentiment behind these birthday ficlets. *hugs her* I gave myself two prompts for this particular occasion: thongs and cracks, for reasons that should be obvious. It is set in the Full Circle universe, has no spoilers for anything and has a title borrowed from the English language and the film of the same name.
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“LJ, can you not leave your flip-flops at the top of the stairs?” Lincoln scowls as he slides into the seat beside his son. “I almost broke my goddamned neck tripping over them. Again,” he adds, wondering exactly when he turned into a nagging parent.
“Sorry.” Far from looking contrite, LJ is grinning as he looks over the platter of fruit in the middle of the table. When he snickers to himself, Lincoln glances at his brother, who seems to have drawing paper strewn from one end of the table to another, then back at his son.
“What’s so funny?”
“There was this Australian guy at work today, wanting to hire some scuba gear for the weekend,” LJ says in a voice that sounds in danger of cracking, not meeting his father’s eyes. “He asked me where he could buy some thongs.”
Lincoln stares at his son. “What’s so funny about that? Maybe he was shopping for his girl.”
LJ shakes his head, his shoulders shaking with remembered mirth. “No, he said they were for him.”
Lincoln blinks, then shrugs. “Takes all kinds, I guess.”
“Thongs are flip-flops in Australia,” Michael drawls, darting a laughing glance at LJ.
Rolling his eyes at his easily-amused family, Lincoln reaches for his beer. “What do they call a thong, then?”
“A g-string,” Sara says absentmindedly from the lounge chair at the other end of the deck, flipping the page of her paperback with a lazy hand.
“And how,” Michael asks with a slow smile that makes Lincoln think it might be time for he and LJ to split back to their own place, “do you know that?”
Looking up from her book, Sara gazes at his brother with loving condescension. “How many times do I have to remind you that you’re not the only well-read person in this relationship?”
Lincoln takes a long sip of his beer, then fixes his son with what he hopes is a steely glare. “I don’t care if you wear thongs or a g-string, kid. Just keep them away from the top of the stairs.”
LJ’s face floods with colour. "Uh, sure."
Lincoln grins, then leans back in his chair. Studying his own feet, clad in a pair of flip-flops that match LJ's, he decides that being a nagging parent feels pretty damned good.
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Fandom: Prison Break
Characters: Lincoln, LJ, Michael, Sara,
Genre: Alternate Universe
Rating: PG
Length: 363 words
Summary:Some things are destined to be lost in translation.
Author's Note:This is the first of two stories that I wrote for a very dear friend's birthday which happens to be today, someone who never ceases to amaze me. Whenever she reads this, I know she will appreciate the sentiment behind these birthday ficlets. *hugs her* I gave myself two prompts for this particular occasion: thongs and cracks, for reasons that should be obvious. It is set in the Full Circle universe, has no spoilers for anything and has a title borrowed from the English language and the film of the same name.
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“LJ, can you not leave your flip-flops at the top of the stairs?” Lincoln scowls as he slides into the seat beside his son. “I almost broke my goddamned neck tripping over them. Again,” he adds, wondering exactly when he turned into a nagging parent.
“Sorry.” Far from looking contrite, LJ is grinning as he looks over the platter of fruit in the middle of the table. When he snickers to himself, Lincoln glances at his brother, who seems to have drawing paper strewn from one end of the table to another, then back at his son.
“What’s so funny?”
“There was this Australian guy at work today, wanting to hire some scuba gear for the weekend,” LJ says in a voice that sounds in danger of cracking, not meeting his father’s eyes. “He asked me where he could buy some thongs.”
Lincoln stares at his son. “What’s so funny about that? Maybe he was shopping for his girl.”
LJ shakes his head, his shoulders shaking with remembered mirth. “No, he said they were for him.”
Lincoln blinks, then shrugs. “Takes all kinds, I guess.”
“Thongs are flip-flops in Australia,” Michael drawls, darting a laughing glance at LJ.
Rolling his eyes at his easily-amused family, Lincoln reaches for his beer. “What do they call a thong, then?”
“A g-string,” Sara says absentmindedly from the lounge chair at the other end of the deck, flipping the page of her paperback with a lazy hand.
“And how,” Michael asks with a slow smile that makes Lincoln think it might be time for he and LJ to split back to their own place, “do you know that?”
Looking up from her book, Sara gazes at his brother with loving condescension. “How many times do I have to remind you that you’re not the only well-read person in this relationship?”
Lincoln takes a long sip of his beer, then fixes his son with what he hopes is a steely glare. “I don’t care if you wear thongs or a g-string, kid. Just keep them away from the top of the stairs.”
LJ’s face floods with colour. "Uh, sure."
Lincoln grins, then leans back in his chair. Studying his own feet, clad in a pair of flip-flops that match LJ's, he decides that being a nagging parent feels pretty damned good.
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