Collection of Four Drabbles
Title: Collection of Four Prison Break Icon drabbles
Author: Pamala
Characters: 1-Michael, 2-LJ, 3-Michael/Alex, 4-Mahone&me
Category: 3 of the 4 are gen ONE #3 is slash and very clearly marked as such.
Rating: PG
Summary: Hands, family, a smoke and pain killer daydreams
Authors notes: Trying to get through writers block I asked folks to give me icon to fic. I wrote about 10 drabbles in a couple days so it worked great. Each one has its inspiring icon attached.
"My hands are My Shame"
It's over now.
Everyone I love, those who survived, home and safe I am more lost than I thought I could ever be.
There should be light and hope but my world, the world inside my heart and my mind, is filled with only darkness and shadows.
Steady at my sides my hands tremble and shake when they come into range of my weary eyes.
My hands are my shame.
Clean and unmarked to all others to me they are stained with blood, the blood of all those lost because of me, that can never be washed away.
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"A Man"
The calender means nothing.
The things I've seen, unthinkable things I've been strong enough to endure, make me a man no matter how many years I've lived.
I'm hard, weathered and broken far beyond my years
I feel strange in my own skin like it no longer fits the dark and beaten soul inside that has been thrust upon me.
While I can see myself, young and full of hope, thorough their eyes I know in my heart that person, that *boy*, is long gone.
I spent years yearning, fighting, rebelling in every way possible to prove I was *a man* but now, wrapped in my fathers loving arms, I long for nothing more than to be a boy again.
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SLASH... SLASH.... SLASH.... SLASH.... SLASH
"Lust and Loathing"
"Your brother sent me to find you, Michael."
Not bothering to remove the glasses, exhaling exceptionally hard sending a cloud of thick smoke to the air above his head, he laughs softly between his words wiggling his leather clad hips slowly in temptation, or is it taunting.
"You and my brother? I find that hard to believe. I think its far more likely you decided to find me for your own reasons, Alex"
"Smoking? Whoring yourself, Michael? Whatever demons you're battling in the aftermath of all this, I can tell you THIS is not the way to ..."
Before I can say another word he's up on his hands and knees crawling slowly over the rumbled bed, dark glasses tossed to floor revealing crisp green eyes dark and heavy with lust and self-loathing, until he's kneeling before me.
"After the pills you of all people should understand what it feels like to kill the pain, Alex. Know what it is to feel something other than the pain of what you've done. The sex? Being used and useless is what I deserve. As for the smoke, I like the taste... and well... lets just say it mixes perfectly with the last thing I had in my mouth.
Tossing the dying cigarette to the floor, smiling wickedly up at me through his words he makes quick work of my belt and zipper as he strips away all my defenses.
" ... even better with the next thing I'll have in my mouth."
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"It's gotta be the pills"
Stumbling upon a fictional character in the center of my kitchen was the last thing I expected to happen when I rolled out of bed this morning.
My immediate thought at the sight, heighten by the fact he's standing at the counter reading the pill bottles stacked there, is that he's a product of one too many pain killers until he opens his mouth to speak.
"Have you learned nothing from watching me, Pam?"
He moves closer shaking the bottle in front of my nose as he speaks
" Pill's are never the answer, little lady."
While the man is gorgeous and right to a certain point I can't help but defend myself and stand my ground.
"I've got surgical pain not a body under the bird bath, Alex! "
Placing the pill bottle on the counter he steps closer - Damn he's tall!... or maybe I'm short - hovering, teasing and taunting, over me as he speaks.
" Surgery pain, Huh? Fair enough. But it is a shame you're in pain... that you're unwell. We could have had hot, dirty monkey sex all afternoon but...."
As he turns, ignoring my birage of *but's and WAIT's* , to walk away he looks back over his shoulder smiles and says.
"Get well. Get off the drugs. WATCH season four and maybe I'll be back. "
Author: Pamala
Characters: 1-Michael, 2-LJ, 3-Michael/Alex, 4-Mahone&me
Category: 3 of the 4 are gen ONE #3 is slash and very clearly marked as such.
Rating: PG
Summary: Hands, family, a smoke and pain killer daydreams
Authors notes: Trying to get through writers block I asked folks to give me icon to fic. I wrote about 10 drabbles in a couple days so it worked great. Each one has its inspiring icon attached.
"My hands are My Shame"
It's over now.
Everyone I love, those who survived, home and safe I am more lost than I thought I could ever be.
There should be light and hope but my world, the world inside my heart and my mind, is filled with only darkness and shadows.
Steady at my sides my hands tremble and shake when they come into range of my weary eyes.
My hands are my shame.
Clean and unmarked to all others to me they are stained with blood, the blood of all those lost because of me, that can never be washed away.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"A Man"
The calender means nothing.
The things I've seen, unthinkable things I've been strong enough to endure, make me a man no matter how many years I've lived.
I'm hard, weathered and broken far beyond my years
I feel strange in my own skin like it no longer fits the dark and beaten soul inside that has been thrust upon me.
While I can see myself, young and full of hope, thorough their eyes I know in my heart that person, that *boy*, is long gone.
I spent years yearning, fighting, rebelling in every way possible to prove I was *a man* but now, wrapped in my fathers loving arms, I long for nothing more than to be a boy again.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
SLASH... SLASH.... SLASH.... SLASH.... SLASH
"Lust and Loathing"
"Your brother sent me to find you, Michael."
Not bothering to remove the glasses, exhaling exceptionally hard sending a cloud of thick smoke to the air above his head, he laughs softly between his words wiggling his leather clad hips slowly in temptation, or is it taunting.
"You and my brother? I find that hard to believe. I think its far more likely you decided to find me for your own reasons, Alex"
"Smoking? Whoring yourself, Michael? Whatever demons you're battling in the aftermath of all this, I can tell you THIS is not the way to ..."
Before I can say another word he's up on his hands and knees crawling slowly over the rumbled bed, dark glasses tossed to floor revealing crisp green eyes dark and heavy with lust and self-loathing, until he's kneeling before me.
"After the pills you of all people should understand what it feels like to kill the pain, Alex. Know what it is to feel something other than the pain of what you've done. The sex? Being used and useless is what I deserve. As for the smoke, I like the taste... and well... lets just say it mixes perfectly with the last thing I had in my mouth.
Tossing the dying cigarette to the floor, smiling wickedly up at me through his words he makes quick work of my belt and zipper as he strips away all my defenses.
" ... even better with the next thing I'll have in my mouth."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"It's gotta be the pills"
Stumbling upon a fictional character in the center of my kitchen was the last thing I expected to happen when I rolled out of bed this morning.
My immediate thought at the sight, heighten by the fact he's standing at the counter reading the pill bottles stacked there, is that he's a product of one too many pain killers until he opens his mouth to speak.
"Have you learned nothing from watching me, Pam?"
He moves closer shaking the bottle in front of my nose as he speaks
" Pill's are never the answer, little lady."
While the man is gorgeous and right to a certain point I can't help but defend myself and stand my ground.
"I've got surgical pain not a body under the bird bath, Alex! "
Placing the pill bottle on the counter he steps closer - Damn he's tall!... or maybe I'm short - hovering, teasing and taunting, over me as he speaks.
" Surgery pain, Huh? Fair enough. But it is a shame you're in pain... that you're unwell. We could have had hot, dirty monkey sex all afternoon but...."
As he turns, ignoring my birage of *but's and WAIT's* , to walk away he looks back over his shoulder smiles and says.
"Get well. Get off the drugs. WATCH season four and maybe I'll be back. "