Last 4 picture drabbled
Title: All I hoped for?
Characters: Linc sitting with Sara
Rating: G
Authors notes: For miss_vacant for her participation in my
little Mahone fic-a-thon. I know this is not gonna be what she thought
but its what Lincoln said to me and you don't argue with Lincoln.
She picked this picture
Michael was going to be different.
He'd get good grades in high school, keep his nose clean...no trouble for my little brother, and attend a top notch college.
Once there he'd put his nose to the grindstone and graduate with honors in record time.
After that...
...the sky would be the limit.
Michael would have a career not just a job.
He'd work hard rising up through the ranks of the lucky corporation wise enough to see how special he really was.
Everything would fall into place for Michael
Then, when all the stars had aligned, he'd meet a girl and fall in love.
Not just any girl...
...a smart girl from a good family as worthy of him as he'd strive to be of her.
He'd vow -- meaning it with all his heart because he is and always was a better man than I -- to make her happy for the rest of her life.
Michael, the two of them, would settle down and make a life together.
My little brother and sister -- the in-law part wouldn't matter to me... I'd walk around saying I'd couldn't love her any more if she was blood -- would, my son close by, at last be the family I'd always hoped for.
For them life would be good...
... and that would be my reward.
Sitting next to her on the bench seeing her look off into the distance, so tired, scared and weary from all she's been through, knowing all of it is because of me, I can't help but reach out -- no words will do -- and touch her arm as I realize, the realization like a knife to the gut, how she ... she and Michael, ended up all I'd hoped for right along side all that I feared.
Title: Hands
Author: Pamala
Characters: LJ Burrows
Rating: G
Authors notes: For bluedelft for her participation in my
little Mahone fic-a-thon. LJ surprised me with this but I'm not
arguing with the boy either.
She picked this picture
Calluses?
I can still feel the calluses on his fingertips.
My brain flooded with every emotion I've locked away since he was thrown in Fox River my mind fixates on the rough callused skin of his fingers?
Somehow I thought they'd, after so much time locked away, be gone and yet as I reach out to touch him they are still there.
While the timing of noticing may be all wrong the emotion feels right.
As a little boy I often noticed his hands.
They were the one thing I always, even after so much time apart, remembered about my dad.
My stepfather and his friends had the soft, clean, manicured hands of men who didn't know the meaning of a hard days work.
Those men like, their hands, were soft pale and weak.
My dad's hands, very much like my Dad, were big, strong and tough.
Hands that knew a hard days work...
Hands that would protect those he loved at all costs...
The hands of a brave man ... of a survivor ... of someone I refused, the feel of his skin under my fingertip committed to memory in that moment, to let go without his knowing that I loved him.
Title: In the Mirror
Author: Pamala
Characters: Kellerman
Rating: G
Authors notes: For mrs_spleen for her participation in my
little Mahone fic-a-thon. A little trip into Killermans head.
She picked this picture
Watching and waiting my eyes catch a glimpse of the well practiced scowl of Killerman in the mirror.
Cool and calculating without a hint of humanity.
A fine tuned machine constructed carefully with honor, duty, and noble purpose eager and willing to do all he is asked by those he serves.
The image of all I am supposed to be in the mirror grabbing my attention a hint of what I should have been rises slowly up from the pit of my stomach.
Duty grows tiresome and cloudy at times.
Following orders blindly -- orders that have gone gray and fuzzy around the edges -- wear a man down and eat away at his very soul.
Catching a glimpse of her in the distance the tiny fire of doubt smouldering in my gut reminds me she is no different from the young trusting sister I walked away from.
She is innocent ... scared ... and more than just an order to be carried out.
Title: The Same
Author: Pamala
Characters: Michael
Rating: G
Authors notes: For chinesebakery for her participation in my
little Mahone fic-a-thon. A lil trip into Michaels head as he lays eye on
Alex outside Sona
She picked this picture
The downpour of rain soaking through my clothing mixed with the cool night breeze makes me feel human somehow.
The chill I feel on my flesh under the wet layers of material heightens my senses reminding me that I'm alive.
Standing there in body alone it is the moment I see his face that snaps my mind back into place.
Thoughts and emotions - like a switch has been flipped inside my head - whirl in all directions as our eyes meet across the short distance, filled with armed men ready to subdue either of us will all force necessary, that separates the two of us.
The need to lunge at him shouting ' You did this to me! ' is all but overpowering until, icy rain stinging my eyes, I realize the harsh truth that I'd done it all to myself.
He played his role.
Many people had a role in what it is I've become...
... but I set the wheels in motion a long time ago all by myself and.... I.. I AM ... ultimately, the one to blame for my own ruin.
Watching him standing there, head hung low, no more than a quick glance of recognition in my direction, I can see in his eyes that he, when it comes to all that he has become, knows we are the same...
Characters: Linc sitting with Sara
Rating: G
Authors notes: For miss_vacant for her participation in my
little Mahone fic-a-thon. I know this is not gonna be what she thought
but its what Lincoln said to me and you don't argue with Lincoln.
She picked this picture
Michael was going to be different.
He'd get good grades in high school, keep his nose clean...no trouble for my little brother, and attend a top notch college.
Once there he'd put his nose to the grindstone and graduate with honors in record time.
After that...
...the sky would be the limit.
Michael would have a career not just a job.
He'd work hard rising up through the ranks of the lucky corporation wise enough to see how special he really was.
Everything would fall into place for Michael
Then, when all the stars had aligned, he'd meet a girl and fall in love.
Not just any girl...
...a smart girl from a good family as worthy of him as he'd strive to be of her.
He'd vow -- meaning it with all his heart because he is and always was a better man than I -- to make her happy for the rest of her life.
Michael, the two of them, would settle down and make a life together.
My little brother and sister -- the in-law part wouldn't matter to me... I'd walk around saying I'd couldn't love her any more if she was blood -- would, my son close by, at last be the family I'd always hoped for.
For them life would be good...
... and that would be my reward.
Sitting next to her on the bench seeing her look off into the distance, so tired, scared and weary from all she's been through, knowing all of it is because of me, I can't help but reach out -- no words will do -- and touch her arm as I realize, the realization like a knife to the gut, how she ... she and Michael, ended up all I'd hoped for right along side all that I feared.
Title: Hands
Author: Pamala
Characters: LJ Burrows
Rating: G
Authors notes: For bluedelft for her participation in my
little Mahone fic-a-thon. LJ surprised me with this but I'm not
arguing with the boy either.
She picked this picture
Calluses?
I can still feel the calluses on his fingertips.
My brain flooded with every emotion I've locked away since he was thrown in Fox River my mind fixates on the rough callused skin of his fingers?
Somehow I thought they'd, after so much time locked away, be gone and yet as I reach out to touch him they are still there.
While the timing of noticing may be all wrong the emotion feels right.
As a little boy I often noticed his hands.
They were the one thing I always, even after so much time apart, remembered about my dad.
My stepfather and his friends had the soft, clean, manicured hands of men who didn't know the meaning of a hard days work.
Those men like, their hands, were soft pale and weak.
My dad's hands, very much like my Dad, were big, strong and tough.
Hands that knew a hard days work...
Hands that would protect those he loved at all costs...
The hands of a brave man ... of a survivor ... of someone I refused, the feel of his skin under my fingertip committed to memory in that moment, to let go without his knowing that I loved him.
Title: In the Mirror
Author: Pamala
Characters: Kellerman
Rating: G
Authors notes: For mrs_spleen for her participation in my
little Mahone fic-a-thon. A little trip into Killermans head.
She picked this picture
Watching and waiting my eyes catch a glimpse of the well practiced scowl of Killerman in the mirror.
Cool and calculating without a hint of humanity.
A fine tuned machine constructed carefully with honor, duty, and noble purpose eager and willing to do all he is asked by those he serves.
The image of all I am supposed to be in the mirror grabbing my attention a hint of what I should have been rises slowly up from the pit of my stomach.
Duty grows tiresome and cloudy at times.
Following orders blindly -- orders that have gone gray and fuzzy around the edges -- wear a man down and eat away at his very soul.
Catching a glimpse of her in the distance the tiny fire of doubt smouldering in my gut reminds me she is no different from the young trusting sister I walked away from.
She is innocent ... scared ... and more than just an order to be carried out.
Title: The Same
Author: Pamala
Characters: Michael
Rating: G
Authors notes: For chinesebakery for her participation in my
little Mahone fic-a-thon. A lil trip into Michaels head as he lays eye on
Alex outside Sona
She picked this picture
The downpour of rain soaking through my clothing mixed with the cool night breeze makes me feel human somehow.
The chill I feel on my flesh under the wet layers of material heightens my senses reminding me that I'm alive.
Standing there in body alone it is the moment I see his face that snaps my mind back into place.
Thoughts and emotions - like a switch has been flipped inside my head - whirl in all directions as our eyes meet across the short distance, filled with armed men ready to subdue either of us will all force necessary, that separates the two of us.
The need to lunge at him shouting ' You did this to me! ' is all but overpowering until, icy rain stinging my eyes, I realize the harsh truth that I'd done it all to myself.
He played his role.
Many people had a role in what it is I've become...
... but I set the wheels in motion a long time ago all by myself and.... I.. I AM ... ultimately, the one to blame for my own ruin.
Watching him standing there, head hung low, no more than a quick glance of recognition in my direction, I can see in his eyes that he, when it comes to all that he has become, knows we are the same...