Fathers and Sons 1/1
Title: Fathers and Sons
Author: Pamala
Characters: Alex and Micheal
Category: GEN Ficlet
Rating: G
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: What a father will do for his son touches an begins to shift things between Michael and Alex
inside the walls of Sona.
Authors Note: Tiding up some requests this is for bluedelt who wanted some Alex/Cam and Linc/LJ and ended up with Alex/Cam and Michael/Aldo. Not exactly what she had in mind but I hope she likes it anyway.
He's standing over me again.
No matter where I go in this hellhole he finds me and then just stands there hovering over me without ever saying a word
"I'm sorry about your father, Scofield. Listen, if I'd really wanted to kill you, any of you, I'd have gone for the gas tank on the car and taken you all out at once. I shot wide because I couldn't bring myself to do it. I didn't... I don't know... I guess instinct kicked in when he started shooting back and I took him out before he could do the same to me."
His not saying anything as usual, me dreading doing this again tomorrow, the next day... the day after that. I reach into my pocket and pull out the only thing I was allowed to keep when they took away all of my personal possessions.
Handing it up to him, cautiously and submissively as he towers over me seated on the damp Sona floor, surprised when he actually takes it from my outstretched hand, I do the best I can to explain the unexplainable.
"That's my little boy, Michael. I'm in this because I'll do anything to make sure he's safe, but every time I look at that picture I think of how I wish I'd done it all differently. How if I had I'd be home with him right now. I think about warm summers in Chicago. I think about all the plans I had before it all went to hell. I think about how I began to look forward to taking my son to his first Cubs game right from the day he was born. It's all lost now and while I can't justify what I've done I need you to know I only did what I had to do for my boy, Michael"
Staring down at the picture in his hand, part of me fully expecting him to tear it into little pieces and toss it into my face, he reaches out passing it back to me with the last words I ever expected to hear.
"There is a long list... too much loss already, Alex. No matter what you did I don't want to see your little boy losing his dad -- I know what its like to grow up without a father -- added to that list.”
Stuffing the photo deep into my pocket, eyes drifting away from the man before me as he turns to walk away, I'm taken completely by surprise as he, without warning, stoops down in front of me meeting my eye as he speaks with all of the fiery passion that is undeniably Michael Scofield.
"Hold tight to that picture... to the faith that we will find a way out of here and back to the ones we love.”
Author: Pamala
Characters: Alex and Micheal
Category: GEN Ficlet
Rating: G
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: What a father will do for his son touches an begins to shift things between Michael and Alex
inside the walls of Sona.
Authors Note: Tiding up some requests this is for bluedelt who wanted some Alex/Cam and Linc/LJ and ended up with Alex/Cam and Michael/Aldo. Not exactly what she had in mind but I hope she likes it anyway.
He's standing over me again.
No matter where I go in this hellhole he finds me and then just stands there hovering over me without ever saying a word
"I'm sorry about your father, Scofield. Listen, if I'd really wanted to kill you, any of you, I'd have gone for the gas tank on the car and taken you all out at once. I shot wide because I couldn't bring myself to do it. I didn't... I don't know... I guess instinct kicked in when he started shooting back and I took him out before he could do the same to me."
His not saying anything as usual, me dreading doing this again tomorrow, the next day... the day after that. I reach into my pocket and pull out the only thing I was allowed to keep when they took away all of my personal possessions.
Handing it up to him, cautiously and submissively as he towers over me seated on the damp Sona floor, surprised when he actually takes it from my outstretched hand, I do the best I can to explain the unexplainable.
"That's my little boy, Michael. I'm in this because I'll do anything to make sure he's safe, but every time I look at that picture I think of how I wish I'd done it all differently. How if I had I'd be home with him right now. I think about warm summers in Chicago. I think about all the plans I had before it all went to hell. I think about how I began to look forward to taking my son to his first Cubs game right from the day he was born. It's all lost now and while I can't justify what I've done I need you to know I only did what I had to do for my boy, Michael"
Staring down at the picture in his hand, part of me fully expecting him to tear it into little pieces and toss it into my face, he reaches out passing it back to me with the last words I ever expected to hear.
"There is a long list... too much loss already, Alex. No matter what you did I don't want to see your little boy losing his dad -- I know what its like to grow up without a father -- added to that list.”
Stuffing the photo deep into my pocket, eyes drifting away from the man before me as he turns to walk away, I'm taken completely by surprise as he, without warning, stoops down in front of me meeting my eye as he speaks with all of the fiery passion that is undeniably Michael Scofield.
"Hold tight to that picture... to the faith that we will find a way out of here and back to the ones we love.”