I've trading ficlets, first 4 are here, for Mahone fic all weekend long.
Still two days left to join the Mahone fic-a-thon Title: Picture in a Box
Characters: Lincoln and Michael
Authors notes: For
happywriter06 for her participation in my
little Mahone fic-a-thon. A little of the Burrows, a happy time too,family past!
Most everything I owned before Fox River is gone now.
Rotting away inside the walls of Sona most of it is all but forgotten.
If I manage to survive this place the handful of things I have locked away in a safe deposit box back in Chicago are basically useless to me now.
All of it meaningless...
While I don't give a damn about the rest of it I'd do anything to have one picture from that box in my hands right now.
One precious picture from a trip so long ago.
Even if things were not always easy between the two of us there was always love.
We'd hardly spoken for years but when I went to him -- I'd landed a good job ... the perfect job and it was time to celebrate --, telling him I couldn't think of anyone else in the world I wanted with me Linc's pride in me prevailed as my big brother and I set off on a once in a lifetime trip to a tropical paradise.
Cold beers ... tropical breezes ... both of us laughing and smiling, together without a care in the world
It was hands down the best time I'd ever had in my life and -- knowing he's out there free and safe -- I know living through Sona would be so much easier if I had that picture of the two of us to see me through.
Title: Envy
Characters: Mahone
Authors notes: For
brushed_velvet for her participation in my
little Mahone fic-a-thon. In return she gets a little of Alex wishing he was in C Notes shoes.
I meant it when I said I'd protect his family.
I'd keep my word to him -- being a man who kept his word no matter what is something I miss -- no matter the cost because I understand and respect the will to do anything it takes to protect your family.
I should feel bad about what I'm asking him to do but more than the guilt of an ultimatium that will cost him his life what I feel most for this good and decent man is a deep sense of envy.
Asking him to do the unthinkable should have been nearly impossible to do but it came easier than I ever imagined.
Easy because I longed for the offer I'd given him -- a firm promise that my family would be safe would have the gun to my temple in a heartbeat -- to be laid out before me.
Title: White Shirts and a Full Head of Hair
Characters: Lincoln and Michael
Authors notes: For
domfangirl for her participation in my
little Mahone fic-a-thon. Here's a lil John Doe used as the image of a free Lincoln.
I look at him a lot.
I can't help -- both of us free and alive when he could have been lost in that chair a long time ago -- but stop and stare at him from time to time.
Most of the time he doesn't notice me watching him but when he does, like this moment, there is always a lot of explaining to be done.
" Michael? ... WHAT? "
" I get the hair, if I didn't look like a Q tip with one I'd grow a full head of hair again myself, but what's the deal with the white shirts, Linc? "
He smiles up at me as he speaks making my heart swell with joy and pride at the bright smile of freedom on his once weary and defeated face.
" Stains, Michael. The white shirts are all about the stains. I like to wear them now because they remind me that free I don't have to worry about grass or dirt stains on my clothes from having to throw myself to the grown to hide from someone who wants to kill me. I wear them because the crisp clean white cotton reminds me I never again have to worry about clothing stained with our blood. "
Closing the distance between us -- thinking as I do he's got a point and I need to purchase some white shirts myself -- I, laughing softly as I do, reach out snagging his shirt tail hanging low on his thigh pulling it upward for his attention.
" Okay, no grass.. no dirt ... definitely NO blood ... but what about this stain? "
" That one? "
" Yeah, Linc, that, the great big yellow streak on your white shirt, one! "
" That little brother, mustard from a ball stadium hot dog -- I still can't believe after all these years waiting to see a game the DAMN CUBS lose by six runs -- is the beautiful stain of a free man! "
Title: I know How Even if I Can't
Characters: Alex facing off with Michael and Lincoln
Authors notes: For
tearcreek for her participation in my
little Mahone fic-a-thon. Alex's body says he's ready to shoot but he simply doesn't have it in him any longer.
Proper stance is achieved without thinking.
Feet planted firmly, the proper distance apart, on solid ground.
Shoulders squared.
Arms extended and locked to absorb the recoil.
The metal of the gun heavy and cool, finger poised on the trigger, feels right in my capable hands.
Eyes -- my aim true, trusted and second nature at this point -- fixed on the target.
My body knows what to do but his words, telling me -- as if he knows it for a fact -- I can't do it, shouted into the air between us rattling around loudly in my less than cooperative mind prompt my brain to stand in the way of what my body could so easily do without the pesky interference of my suddenly active conscience.
The shaking of my body's need for the completion of what has to be done works it way slowly up and over my shoulders until -- sirens, lights and determined words offering the excuse I need to stop without ever giving away the truth --leaving me shaking my head in defeat knowing he was right and I, no matter how much my body wanted to and knew what to do, couldn't -- I simply didn't have it in me -- shoot two innocent men in cold blood this time around.