10:30 in The Morning
Title: 10:30 in the morning
Author: Pamala - My PB site.. updated 4/4/07
Characters:Alex and Pam Mahone with a touch of Michael
Category: Ficlet - bigger than drabble but not much.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I know they're not mine. I'm old and tired so, PTB,
please don't slap me around for playing with your toys.
Summary:Time has passed, everyone is safe and home. The past
is gone and yet they are all still tied to one another.
Authors notes: I'm doing a personal fic-a-thon for a few days, this is
number two and you may see a few more before I'm done.
Sneaking into the room as quietly as possible hoping to steal the contents of the hampers and slip away without waking him I stop, standing quiet at the side of the bed for a moment just to watch him sleep.
He hardly slept at all the first year back home.
He'd make a show of coming to bed but as soon as he thought I was asleep he'd slip out of bed and down the stairs to fight his demons solo on the living room sofa.
He hardly slept at all that first year.
So now -- a short eighteen months later -- I can't help but stop and stare when I stumble across him lying face down on the bed, snoring softly into his pillow, faint scars across his bare back a painful reminder of just why he was sleepless for so long, still sound asleep at 10:30 in the morning.
Gathering the laundry quietly as a mouse he, clearing his throat sleepily as he croaks my name.. " Pam? " ... as usual, misses nothing.
" I was just grabbing some things from the hamper.… I'll be out of here in a minute. Its rainy and miserable out ... you got nothing going on. Go back to sleep, Alex. "
Folding the pillow in half, tucking it under his chin lifting his head and gaze up so he can look up to me and talk without bothering to move too much, he smiles warmly scrubbing his hand up over his face and through his rapidly receding hairline as he makes it clear he truly doesn't miss a thing.
" Nah...I'm up. Been more or less -- I heard the phone ring a while back -- up for a good while now. "
I watch him -- forgetting how things work... Alex is one of those people who can get you to answer his questions without having to actually ask them --, for only a moment or two before offering up the answer I know he's looking for.
" Its was Michael. Michael called. He says he has the information you wanted... "
My voice changing -- they can work together every day ... be the best of friends from now until the end of time... and it won't matter because I'll never be able to get use to Michael Scofield, the past, as part of our new life -- as I speak to him he rolls onto his side, rising up to rest his chin in the palm of his hand watching me, staring up at me grinning silently, waiting, until he's once again able to get his answers without a single question.
" I've got nothing against Michael, Alex. It's just with the past.… with everything that happened..."
" He's a brilliant young man, Pam. You can see that, can't you? I had to do something with my life. Extreme circumstance male bonding proved fruitful and we work well together. It... HE still makes you jumpy, I know that. You don't like it.. you don't like him, maybe?"
Confessing my distrust and dislike for anything that might steal him away from us again the last thing I want to do, I do it -- this new life is all about honesty -- just the same.
" You and him... you're the same, Alex."
He smiles brightly with a devilish glint in his eye scooting closer to me over the bed as he speaks.
" You say that as if it's a bad thing..."
" One of you, either one of you, is nearly to much to deal with, Alex! But TWO.. the two of you at one time.. its overwhelming -- like sitting around tapping your fingers to the rhythm of a ticking time bomb oblivious to its impending destruction -- at times "
" The two of us... ticking time bomb, Pam? "
" Well... yeah... it kind of feels like that at times, Alex"
" Impending destruction?"
Moving closer, reaching out for my hand, the sheet slipping away revealing he's got nothing but a smile and a case of near fatal bed head on under the covers, he takes hold of me pulling me down to him with a beautiful sly grin on his face.
" How about we forget two ... forget the bomb... forget Michael altogether -- I'll call him after lunch -- and concentrate on a little one on one for right now. "
Author: Pamala - My PB site.. updated 4/4/07
Characters:Alex and Pam Mahone with a touch of Michael
Category: Ficlet - bigger than drabble but not much.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I know they're not mine. I'm old and tired so, PTB,
please don't slap me around for playing with your toys.
Summary:Time has passed, everyone is safe and home. The past
is gone and yet they are all still tied to one another.
Authors notes: I'm doing a personal fic-a-thon for a few days, this is
number two and you may see a few more before I'm done.
Sneaking into the room as quietly as possible hoping to steal the contents of the hampers and slip away without waking him I stop, standing quiet at the side of the bed for a moment just to watch him sleep.
He hardly slept at all the first year back home.
He'd make a show of coming to bed but as soon as he thought I was asleep he'd slip out of bed and down the stairs to fight his demons solo on the living room sofa.
He hardly slept at all that first year.
So now -- a short eighteen months later -- I can't help but stop and stare when I stumble across him lying face down on the bed, snoring softly into his pillow, faint scars across his bare back a painful reminder of just why he was sleepless for so long, still sound asleep at 10:30 in the morning.
Gathering the laundry quietly as a mouse he, clearing his throat sleepily as he croaks my name.. " Pam? " ... as usual, misses nothing.
" I was just grabbing some things from the hamper.… I'll be out of here in a minute. Its rainy and miserable out ... you got nothing going on. Go back to sleep, Alex. "
Folding the pillow in half, tucking it under his chin lifting his head and gaze up so he can look up to me and talk without bothering to move too much, he smiles warmly scrubbing his hand up over his face and through his rapidly receding hairline as he makes it clear he truly doesn't miss a thing.
" Nah...I'm up. Been more or less -- I heard the phone ring a while back -- up for a good while now. "
I watch him -- forgetting how things work... Alex is one of those people who can get you to answer his questions without having to actually ask them --, for only a moment or two before offering up the answer I know he's looking for.
" Its was Michael. Michael called. He says he has the information you wanted... "
My voice changing -- they can work together every day ... be the best of friends from now until the end of time... and it won't matter because I'll never be able to get use to Michael Scofield, the past, as part of our new life -- as I speak to him he rolls onto his side, rising up to rest his chin in the palm of his hand watching me, staring up at me grinning silently, waiting, until he's once again able to get his answers without a single question.
" I've got nothing against Michael, Alex. It's just with the past.… with everything that happened..."
" He's a brilliant young man, Pam. You can see that, can't you? I had to do something with my life. Extreme circumstance male bonding proved fruitful and we work well together. It... HE still makes you jumpy, I know that. You don't like it.. you don't like him, maybe?"
Confessing my distrust and dislike for anything that might steal him away from us again the last thing I want to do, I do it -- this new life is all about honesty -- just the same.
" You and him... you're the same, Alex."
He smiles brightly with a devilish glint in his eye scooting closer to me over the bed as he speaks.
" You say that as if it's a bad thing..."
" One of you, either one of you, is nearly to much to deal with, Alex! But TWO.. the two of you at one time.. its overwhelming -- like sitting around tapping your fingers to the rhythm of a ticking time bomb oblivious to its impending destruction -- at times "
" The two of us... ticking time bomb, Pam? "
" Well... yeah... it kind of feels like that at times, Alex"
" Impending destruction?"
Moving closer, reaching out for my hand, the sheet slipping away revealing he's got nothing but a smile and a case of near fatal bed head on under the covers, he takes hold of me pulling me down to him with a beautiful sly grin on his face.
" How about we forget two ... forget the bomb... forget Michael altogether -- I'll call him after lunch -- and concentrate on a little one on one for right now. "