Abandon
Title: Abandon
Author: crowleyangel
Pairing/Characters (or Gen if no pairing): Michael Scofield, Lincoln Burrows, Aldo Burrows, Fernando Sucre, Other(s), Sara Tancredi
Category:
Rating: T (Maybe to M later on)
Summary: Starts in the middle of 'Disconnect'. What happened to Michael as a child? What's he hiding? Is there more to his father's leaving and reappearance then he lets on?
Spoilers (if any): Pilot-Disconnect
Ch. 1 The Clincher
“You could have come back at any time!” Michael spat at the man in front of him.
“No I couldn’t.”
“You have no idea what they did to me.” With that he walked after Sucre trying to hold in the tirade of emotions threatening to over power him.
“Michael what are you talking about?” Lincoln interrupted.
“Where were you?”
“I was working against The Company. If I had come back you would have been killed!” Aldo insisted.
Michael gave him a long hard look, it wasn’t one he recognized, it was a sad, betrayed look that only haunted men wore. Aldo couldn’t see what he’d done that was so wrong, he felt terrible about the beatings, but he’d put the son of a bitch in the ground. “I wish I had been,” Michael whispered before walking off with a stunned Sucre. Lincoln’s jaw dropped for a second before he ran after his brother stopping him.
“What the hell are you talking about Michael?” His brother asked.
Turning to him with tears in his eyes Michael just shook his head, “Forget it Linc, let’s just get out of here. Common Sucre.”
It seemed every person in the area was bewildered and all but Aldo were lying in wait ready to protect Michael at all costs. His former cellie followed closely behind him one hand hovering behind his back ready to comfort his friend. Lincoln was halfway between father and brother wondering what the hell was going on and what horrors had befallen his baby brother.
“You okay Papi?” Sucre asked quietly.
Giving him a small smile Michael nodded, “Yeah I’m fine.”
“You sure? Cause I know most families got issues but you guys, makes my family look good.”
Michael shook his head in amusement, “We defiantly run with the more dysfunctional that’s for sure.”
“Si,” Sucre shook his head and continued walking after Michael.
“Dad what the hell happened to him?” Lincoln asked in a deadly hiss. He’d almost sent a fifteen year old guy to the hospital years ago for shoving Michael around at high school. The thought of someone beating him on a regular basis made him want to reincarnate the son of a bitch just to kill him again.
“The guy beat him,” Aldo replied, “But that’s the extent of my knowledge.” Raising his voice a little towards Michael he said, “I did what I had to. You were my son, it was my responsibility.”
Michael stopped and turned to face him, tears brimming but not spilling, “I’m not your son and you are not my father.”
Lincoln reached for his brother, “Go easy Michael,” Taking his arm he led him over several feet, “What happened?”
Shaking his head Michael muttered almost incoherently, “Nothing.”
“Like hell,” Lincoln snapped but quickly softened, “Please just tell me what happened.”
Before he could protest again Michael heard fast approaching foot falls, “Run,” He whispered. “Now.”
Waving to Sucre and his father Lincoln and Michael ran towards the hill. Turning Michael could see FBI agent Alexander Mahone running towards them gun in hand bullets flying. Aldo shoved Michael and Lincoln to the car, “I’ve got it go!”
Michael, Sucre, and Lincoln reached the car as the sound of gunfire reached their ears, back pedaling Sucre slammed on the gas and Michael threw the door open for his father who rushed inside. He was breathing hard but Michael noted that he looked alright. “Drive!” Lincoln yelled and Sucre sped down the dirt terrain.
“That was close,” Aldo remarked.
“Too close,” Michael said, “He should never have gotten that close. We can’t keep stopping like this.”
His resolve was firm and Lincoln was sure that he was far from okay with what had happened and with what their father had done, but for the time being he was going to let it go. “I need to call Sara before we leave.”
“Yeah Dad thinks she’s got a tape,” Lincoln said suddenly remembering.
“What kind of tape?”
“The kind that will set your brother free,” Aldo answered.
Michael would have snorted at this had the occasion not been so serious. “I was just with Sara, she didn’t say anything about a tape.”
“Well that doesn’t mean she doesn’t have it,” Aldo insisted.
Michael’s mind was spinning and not in a good way. He had just met his father, horrid memories were flooding into his mind bring a sour taste and shivering sensation with them, and the doctor he cared a great deal for had just ditched him-it was his fault for betraying her-and now she was supposedly the key to all of this. Perfect. Just great.
“Let’s just get to the plane,” Sucre snapped. He wasn’t liking the pale look on his friend’s face and this man that called himself their father was pissing him off. If his father had come back for the first time in his life demanding orders and holding secrets Sucre would have popped him a good one. But at the moment all he could do was be there for Michael.
They drove on in silence, Michael staring out of the window trying hard to block his thoughts. It wasn’t working however, his father’s reappearance had triggered long buried memories, memories he’d never wanted to unearth, ever.
“You sure are a pretty one.”
Michael shuddered trying to get the thoughts out of his head.
He was thrown face first into the room, dim lights, nothing but air. “Shut the hell up!” The door slammed closed.
He put his head in his hands feeling sicker by the second al to aware of Lincoln watching him.
“You’re not good for nothing,” The man growled. “’Cept this.”
He couldn’t take it anymore, not caring that the car was moving near seventy miles an hour he threw the door open and let his stomach come up. He could hear Lincoln telling Sucre to stop the car and he could see him approaching but Michael could focus on nothing but the hated reprieve. Why had his dad killed the man? He was grateful for it, though he was to shamed to admit it. He felt a hand on his back and his brother’s voice soothing him and the gripping pain on his heart melted a bit.
Falling back into Lincoln’s arms Michael breathed slowly trying to calm down; the last thing he wanted was to break down in front of Sucre and his father. Getting himself under control he let go of his brother and accepting Sucre’s hand stood up.
“What happened Papi?”
“Just hungry,” Michael murmured knowing there was no chance in hell Linc was going to believe him.
“C’mon the plane is going to leave.”
They got back into the car but this time Lincoln rode in the back with Michael. Once the car had begun to move forward he leaned in, “Want to tell me what the hell is going on with you?”
Michael just gave him a scared look. He couldn’t tell him, not ever.
Author: crowleyangel
Pairing/Characters (or Gen if no pairing): Michael Scofield, Lincoln Burrows, Aldo Burrows, Fernando Sucre, Other(s), Sara Tancredi
Category:
Rating: T (Maybe to M later on)
Summary: Starts in the middle of 'Disconnect'. What happened to Michael as a child? What's he hiding? Is there more to his father's leaving and reappearance then he lets on?
Spoilers (if any): Pilot-Disconnect
Ch. 1 The Clincher
“You could have come back at any time!” Michael spat at the man in front of him.
“No I couldn’t.”
“You have no idea what they did to me.” With that he walked after Sucre trying to hold in the tirade of emotions threatening to over power him.
“Michael what are you talking about?” Lincoln interrupted.
“Where were you?”
“I was working against The Company. If I had come back you would have been killed!” Aldo insisted.
Michael gave him a long hard look, it wasn’t one he recognized, it was a sad, betrayed look that only haunted men wore. Aldo couldn’t see what he’d done that was so wrong, he felt terrible about the beatings, but he’d put the son of a bitch in the ground. “I wish I had been,” Michael whispered before walking off with a stunned Sucre. Lincoln’s jaw dropped for a second before he ran after his brother stopping him.
“What the hell are you talking about Michael?” His brother asked.
Turning to him with tears in his eyes Michael just shook his head, “Forget it Linc, let’s just get out of here. Common Sucre.”
It seemed every person in the area was bewildered and all but Aldo were lying in wait ready to protect Michael at all costs. His former cellie followed closely behind him one hand hovering behind his back ready to comfort his friend. Lincoln was halfway between father and brother wondering what the hell was going on and what horrors had befallen his baby brother.
“You okay Papi?” Sucre asked quietly.
Giving him a small smile Michael nodded, “Yeah I’m fine.”
“You sure? Cause I know most families got issues but you guys, makes my family look good.”
Michael shook his head in amusement, “We defiantly run with the more dysfunctional that’s for sure.”
“Si,” Sucre shook his head and continued walking after Michael.
“Dad what the hell happened to him?” Lincoln asked in a deadly hiss. He’d almost sent a fifteen year old guy to the hospital years ago for shoving Michael around at high school. The thought of someone beating him on a regular basis made him want to reincarnate the son of a bitch just to kill him again.
“The guy beat him,” Aldo replied, “But that’s the extent of my knowledge.” Raising his voice a little towards Michael he said, “I did what I had to. You were my son, it was my responsibility.”
Michael stopped and turned to face him, tears brimming but not spilling, “I’m not your son and you are not my father.”
Lincoln reached for his brother, “Go easy Michael,” Taking his arm he led him over several feet, “What happened?”
Shaking his head Michael muttered almost incoherently, “Nothing.”
“Like hell,” Lincoln snapped but quickly softened, “Please just tell me what happened.”
Before he could protest again Michael heard fast approaching foot falls, “Run,” He whispered. “Now.”
Waving to Sucre and his father Lincoln and Michael ran towards the hill. Turning Michael could see FBI agent Alexander Mahone running towards them gun in hand bullets flying. Aldo shoved Michael and Lincoln to the car, “I’ve got it go!”
Michael, Sucre, and Lincoln reached the car as the sound of gunfire reached their ears, back pedaling Sucre slammed on the gas and Michael threw the door open for his father who rushed inside. He was breathing hard but Michael noted that he looked alright. “Drive!” Lincoln yelled and Sucre sped down the dirt terrain.
“That was close,” Aldo remarked.
“Too close,” Michael said, “He should never have gotten that close. We can’t keep stopping like this.”
His resolve was firm and Lincoln was sure that he was far from okay with what had happened and with what their father had done, but for the time being he was going to let it go. “I need to call Sara before we leave.”
“Yeah Dad thinks she’s got a tape,” Lincoln said suddenly remembering.
“What kind of tape?”
“The kind that will set your brother free,” Aldo answered.
Michael would have snorted at this had the occasion not been so serious. “I was just with Sara, she didn’t say anything about a tape.”
“Well that doesn’t mean she doesn’t have it,” Aldo insisted.
Michael’s mind was spinning and not in a good way. He had just met his father, horrid memories were flooding into his mind bring a sour taste and shivering sensation with them, and the doctor he cared a great deal for had just ditched him-it was his fault for betraying her-and now she was supposedly the key to all of this. Perfect. Just great.
“Let’s just get to the plane,” Sucre snapped. He wasn’t liking the pale look on his friend’s face and this man that called himself their father was pissing him off. If his father had come back for the first time in his life demanding orders and holding secrets Sucre would have popped him a good one. But at the moment all he could do was be there for Michael.
They drove on in silence, Michael staring out of the window trying hard to block his thoughts. It wasn’t working however, his father’s reappearance had triggered long buried memories, memories he’d never wanted to unearth, ever.
“You sure are a pretty one.”
Michael shuddered trying to get the thoughts out of his head.
He was thrown face first into the room, dim lights, nothing but air. “Shut the hell up!” The door slammed closed.
He put his head in his hands feeling sicker by the second al to aware of Lincoln watching him.
“You’re not good for nothing,” The man growled. “’Cept this.”
He couldn’t take it anymore, not caring that the car was moving near seventy miles an hour he threw the door open and let his stomach come up. He could hear Lincoln telling Sucre to stop the car and he could see him approaching but Michael could focus on nothing but the hated reprieve. Why had his dad killed the man? He was grateful for it, though he was to shamed to admit it. He felt a hand on his back and his brother’s voice soothing him and the gripping pain on his heart melted a bit.
Falling back into Lincoln’s arms Michael breathed slowly trying to calm down; the last thing he wanted was to break down in front of Sucre and his father. Getting himself under control he let go of his brother and accepting Sucre’s hand stood up.
“What happened Papi?”
“Just hungry,” Michael murmured knowing there was no chance in hell Linc was going to believe him.
“C’mon the plane is going to leave.”
They got back into the car but this time Lincoln rode in the back with Michael. Once the car had begun to move forward he leaned in, “Want to tell me what the hell is going on with you?”
Michael just gave him a scared look. He couldn’t tell him, not ever.