Abandon 4/?
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
Disclaimer: I own nothing, I would love too, but I don't. OTHER CHAPTERS ARE AT MY LJ.
Ch. 4 Gambler’s Choice
Michael and Mahone prowled in circles like they were preparing to spring into battle. Adversary against adversary. Enemy against enemy. “You’re good,” Mahone observed. “I’ll give you that.”
Michael just glared at him, “So why are you doing this? Money? Glory?”
“I do it for the same reasons you do what you do.”
“And what is that?”
“Family, loyalty, love,” Mahone said simply.
“You would do that? Kill an innocent man to save your own ass,” Michael asked.
“Is that any different from what you did? Letting out T-Bag and Abruzzi? What makes you and I so different Michael? We both kill to save our family except you never pull the trigger.”
Michael just looked at him horror struck, was it true? He supposed that it was and that thought alone made him want to vomit. It made him no better than Alex, no better than the company, no better than Him.
“Struck a nerve I see,” Mahone leered.
“Go to hell,” Michael said trying to concentrate. “Now move away from the door.”
“Aw sorry Scofield can’t do that,” Mahone chuckled. “You can kill me though.” The look on his face told Michael that he was baiting him and would not move unless Michael had every intention of killing him, that bastard.
Before Michael could say another word or make a move a noise from outside like a car pulling up distracted him and Mahone sprung. With in a nanosecond he had a knife against Michael’s throat just in time for Lincoln to run into the scene. “Let him go.”
Mahone laughed sycophantically, “No.”
Michael looked at Lincoln with white eyes as the knife cut a little deeper into his throat. “Run!” He gasped out. “Just go.”
Alexander let out a tsking sound and scraped the blade against him just a little bit harder, “Shut up. Lincoln is here to save you. I can’t see why you two attempt these futile missions but then that’s what convicts do I suppose.”
“At least we’re not murders,” Michael choked.
“Don’t show me the moral card now Scofield.”
“You’ve got me, let him go!” Lincoln shouted.
“Linc go,” Michael gasped as Mahone’s hold grew tighter.
Lincoln shook his head firmly and much to Michael’s surprise he pulled out a gun. A loaded pistol. “Let him go.”
“What are you going to kill me?” Scoffed the agent.
“Well I don’t want to. But if you hurt my brother I doubt I’ll even blink.”
Michael was now struggling for all he was worth against Alex’s hold. The knife was now cutting deeper and deeper into his neck and blood was free flowing but he was too numb to feel it. He had to get Lincoln out of there; his brother couldn’t-wouldn’t-kill anyone.
A sudden idea struck Michael and without a moments hesitation went limp in Mahone’s choke hold. Lincoln bellowed his name and he felt Mahone checking his pulse.
“He’s alive.”
“Let him go!” Yelled Lincoln yet again. “Now!”
Assuming he was out cold Mahone lay Michael on the ground. As he stood back up to take out Lincoln Michael sent a kick into his back. Mahone doubled over and Michael scurried over to Lincoln who had the gun aimed at the FBI’s head. “Alright little brother?”
“Yeah,” Michael answered breathing hard and glaring at the fallen person. “I’m alright. Let’s get out of here.”
As Lincoln nodded with slight hesitation Michael held up his hand, “Hang on.” Walking over to Alex he bent down next to him, “One last chance Alex, leave me and my family alone.”
Mahone chuckled, “No. I don’t have a choice.”
Michael nodded, “Then I’m sorry.” Taking his foot he smashed it into Mahone’s face rendering the agent unconscious. Grabbing Mahone’s handcuffs he secured the agent and followed Lincoln out of the door.
“Let’s get out of here. We can call the cops on the way.”
Lincoln nodded again still very silent.
“Are you okay Linc?” He asked as they drove back to the hotel.
“You almost died.” Lincoln said in a quiet voice. “You almost died and you didn’t even care.”
“Linc-”
“He had a gun at your throat and you told me to leave. You didn’t even try!”
“Linc just-”
“No Michael I’m not just going to let it go. This whole thing with Dad has you so screwed in the head if I didn’t know better I’d be scared to leave you alone with a gun. In fact I am scared to leave you alone. I don’t know what’s going on your head but you need to fix it now. We can’t afford to do this, and I certainly can’t afford to lose you.”
Michael sighed but to appease his brother he nodded. “Okay.”
“Are you going to stop being an idiot? Are you going to be okay?”
“Yes Lincoln. I’m sorry alright. Let’s get Sara, Sucre and Dad. C’mon.”
“We good?”
“Yeah we’re good.”
Lincoln nodded through gritted teeth, “Are you sure? You’re okay?”
“I’m fine Lincoln.” Every word was a lie. Lincoln pressed harder onto the gas and Michael put his hand up to his neck. Blood was still lightly free flowing; it didn’t bother him. For the most twisted reason it soothed him. As they reached the motel Lincoln gave him one last look before going inside.
It was plain what it meant. Brothers forever man. Doesn’t matter what happens, it’s you and me like always. It was the same look Michael had given him a hundred times after Lincoln came home from juvie. Michael watched him wondering, brothers could have secrets too right? Even if that secret was horrible, if it kept the other from pain wasn’t it best to leave well enough alone? Wasn’t it best to just leave the past where it belonged, good and buried.
Problem was some had found a shovel and that someone seemed to want to dig.
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
Disclaimer: I own nothing, I would love too, but I don't. OTHER CHAPTERS ARE AT MY LJ.
Ch. 4 Gambler’s Choice
Michael and Mahone prowled in circles like they were preparing to spring into battle. Adversary against adversary. Enemy against enemy. “You’re good,” Mahone observed. “I’ll give you that.”
Michael just glared at him, “So why are you doing this? Money? Glory?”
“I do it for the same reasons you do what you do.”
“And what is that?”
“Family, loyalty, love,” Mahone said simply.
“You would do that? Kill an innocent man to save your own ass,” Michael asked.
“Is that any different from what you did? Letting out T-Bag and Abruzzi? What makes you and I so different Michael? We both kill to save our family except you never pull the trigger.”
Michael just looked at him horror struck, was it true? He supposed that it was and that thought alone made him want to vomit. It made him no better than Alex, no better than the company, no better than Him.
“Struck a nerve I see,” Mahone leered.
“Go to hell,” Michael said trying to concentrate. “Now move away from the door.”
“Aw sorry Scofield can’t do that,” Mahone chuckled. “You can kill me though.” The look on his face told Michael that he was baiting him and would not move unless Michael had every intention of killing him, that bastard.
Before Michael could say another word or make a move a noise from outside like a car pulling up distracted him and Mahone sprung. With in a nanosecond he had a knife against Michael’s throat just in time for Lincoln to run into the scene. “Let him go.”
Mahone laughed sycophantically, “No.”
Michael looked at Lincoln with white eyes as the knife cut a little deeper into his throat. “Run!” He gasped out. “Just go.”
Alexander let out a tsking sound and scraped the blade against him just a little bit harder, “Shut up. Lincoln is here to save you. I can’t see why you two attempt these futile missions but then that’s what convicts do I suppose.”
“At least we’re not murders,” Michael choked.
“Don’t show me the moral card now Scofield.”
“You’ve got me, let him go!” Lincoln shouted.
“Linc go,” Michael gasped as Mahone’s hold grew tighter.
Lincoln shook his head firmly and much to Michael’s surprise he pulled out a gun. A loaded pistol. “Let him go.”
“What are you going to kill me?” Scoffed the agent.
“Well I don’t want to. But if you hurt my brother I doubt I’ll even blink.”
Michael was now struggling for all he was worth against Alex’s hold. The knife was now cutting deeper and deeper into his neck and blood was free flowing but he was too numb to feel it. He had to get Lincoln out of there; his brother couldn’t-wouldn’t-kill anyone.
A sudden idea struck Michael and without a moments hesitation went limp in Mahone’s choke hold. Lincoln bellowed his name and he felt Mahone checking his pulse.
“He’s alive.”
“Let him go!” Yelled Lincoln yet again. “Now!”
Assuming he was out cold Mahone lay Michael on the ground. As he stood back up to take out Lincoln Michael sent a kick into his back. Mahone doubled over and Michael scurried over to Lincoln who had the gun aimed at the FBI’s head. “Alright little brother?”
“Yeah,” Michael answered breathing hard and glaring at the fallen person. “I’m alright. Let’s get out of here.”
As Lincoln nodded with slight hesitation Michael held up his hand, “Hang on.” Walking over to Alex he bent down next to him, “One last chance Alex, leave me and my family alone.”
Mahone chuckled, “No. I don’t have a choice.”
Michael nodded, “Then I’m sorry.” Taking his foot he smashed it into Mahone’s face rendering the agent unconscious. Grabbing Mahone’s handcuffs he secured the agent and followed Lincoln out of the door.
“Let’s get out of here. We can call the cops on the way.”
Lincoln nodded again still very silent.
“Are you okay Linc?” He asked as they drove back to the hotel.
“You almost died.” Lincoln said in a quiet voice. “You almost died and you didn’t even care.”
“Linc-”
“He had a gun at your throat and you told me to leave. You didn’t even try!”
“Linc just-”
“No Michael I’m not just going to let it go. This whole thing with Dad has you so screwed in the head if I didn’t know better I’d be scared to leave you alone with a gun. In fact I am scared to leave you alone. I don’t know what’s going on your head but you need to fix it now. We can’t afford to do this, and I certainly can’t afford to lose you.”
Michael sighed but to appease his brother he nodded. “Okay.”
“Are you going to stop being an idiot? Are you going to be okay?”
“Yes Lincoln. I’m sorry alright. Let’s get Sara, Sucre and Dad. C’mon.”
“We good?”
“Yeah we’re good.”
Lincoln nodded through gritted teeth, “Are you sure? You’re okay?”
“I’m fine Lincoln.” Every word was a lie. Lincoln pressed harder onto the gas and Michael put his hand up to his neck. Blood was still lightly free flowing; it didn’t bother him. For the most twisted reason it soothed him. As they reached the motel Lincoln gave him one last look before going inside.
It was plain what it meant. Brothers forever man. Doesn’t matter what happens, it’s you and me like always. It was the same look Michael had given him a hundred times after Lincoln came home from juvie. Michael watched him wondering, brothers could have secrets too right? Even if that secret was horrible, if it kept the other from pain wasn’t it best to leave well enough alone? Wasn’t it best to just leave the past where it belonged, good and buried.
Problem was some had found a shovel and that someone seemed to want to dig.