Invasion - Buried 1/1
Title: Invasion - Buried 1/1
Author: Pamala
Character: Mahone's POV
Spoilers: Well since its " Buried " post Ep there be spoilers here.
Category: Michael/Mahone slash series
Summary: Someone from the past * invades* the present
threatening to destroy all of Michael's hopes and plans.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I know they're not mine. I'm old and tired so, PTB,
please don't slap me around for playing with your toys.
Thanks: To snowwhite22 for the quick masterful beta on
far from my usual kind of fan fic. Your support means so much!
Here are the first three in the series:
Invasion - Manhunt 1/2
Invasion - Manhunt 2/2
Invasion - Otis 1/1
" Invasion - Buried " 1/1
Staring up at the hot sun, both hands still trembling, waiting less than patiently
for the pill to work it's magic, I can taste gritty particles of dust, kicked up when
he hit the ground, still rolling around on the roof of my mouth.
Desperate for something to drink, I walk back, leaning in, over the
crumpled body at my feet, peering through the window, consumed with
thirst like a man left wandering the desert for days on end, only to
find the water bottle between the seats gone, emptied long ago.
Frustrated, my mind far from reigned in enough to formulate a plan to help
me deal with what I've done, I catch a glimpse of faint movement in the
man below me out of the corner of my eye.
Stepping back, squatting down, uncertain just what I'll do if he's actually still alive
I hover there watching him careful until another involuntary twitch, unsettling
but not uncommon after sudden death, rocks his otherwise limp body.
Lingering for a moment or two staring intently, watching for the rise and fall
of his chest, for any sign of life, I deem the deed done, sinking to the
ground, my mind beginning to fire normally again, mentally grabbing hold of the dirt
and dust on my suitpants as potentially useful as a sign of struggle, and meet
his dead eyes.
" It wasn't you, you know? Really it wasn't. I don't - didn't - give a damn about
you one way or another, kid. It was about him, David. About him and you just
got in the way."
Knowing that tactile summation occasionally proves helpful in pulling me
back from the edge, I grab up handfuls of the dry earth around me, rubbing it hard
into my palms letting it sift slowly through my fingers to the ground below as I
speak.
" If you'd never met Michael Scofield you'd probably be alive."
Looking over at him, the blood beginning to dry dark red at the corner of
his mouth, feeling tiny rocks in the dirt scratching hard at the flesh of my hand,
I tell deaf ears all that he needed to know to have survived.
" You'd have been in prison, God knows what would have, maybe already did,
happen to a kid like you in a place like that, but you'd been safer in the long run
if you'd never laid eyes on him."
Shifting how I sit I'm left wondering if the action is an attempt to get more
comfortable or discomfort knowing what I'll say next.
" Not that I blame you for being drawn in. There's something magnetic
about the man..."
The years catching up with me, knees stiff and achy from sitting on the hard
ground, I stretch out my leg and allow my foot, clad in top of the line black leather
wingtips polished to a high gloss, to touch, nudge gently, the side of his slayed leg.
" While we're here, have a little time together, I'd like to offer up one more
confession. If you don't mind listening? "
Sitting there waiting, as if he'll answer, a clear sign I'm not quite back in the
game just yet, I jab hard at his leg with my foot, causing his head to roll
forward just a bit, making it look as if he's ready to listen even if the logical part
of my brain, obviously still taking a back seat to other parts, knows he's
too dead to offer up agreement of any kind.
" I understand... You see I was drawn in by him too. A few years ago this man,
the one who brought you to such an unfortunate end was part of my life too.
Its not just you... not me... it's him... all him, David! "
The sudden and loud ring of the phone in my pocket startles me to the point I
move hard and fast, allowing my foot without realizing it to connect firmly with
the body before me forcing it to fall away to the ground.
With a loud thump a cloud of dust flies up encircling both of forcing me to
shut my eyes until it subsides.
Sitting there, eyes closed, the sun beating hard on the back of my neck
I wait patiently with my eyes closed tightly sniffy the air around me, the smell
of blood and gun powder still hanging around us, for the dry bland scent of
earth in the air to dissipate enough that I know its safe to open my eyes.
Left waiting in the dark the ringing of my phone, a call, no matter what it may
have been, best sent to voicemail both for a potential alibi - to busy defending
myself to answer at that particular instant, paired with complete certainty that
I am in no condition to speak to anyone other than a dead man at the moment,
stops just as I look up to see his face covered in dust turned sideways staring
up and over at me.
" Confession is good for the soul, David... That in mind I'm about to tell you
something I've never told a single living soul...
...Michael and I were lovers once."
Watching his face, noting bits of dust trapped in lashes of unseeing eyes oddly
fixed on me as if he's hanging eagerly on every word it all spills out of me like a dam
has broken. " I know! I can only imagine what you must be thinking but its
not me... really... its him. I'd never considered being with a man let alone doing it but
stumbling across Michael in a bookstore one evening, being pulled in by all that
he is, changed everything I was, all that I am, in a heartbeat.
I lean down, bringing my face near to his, for just a moment wanting it be as close as possible
to him so that he'll hear and understand what I'm saying.
" Attraction that intense... wiping away gender... washing away all common sense
is impossible to fight and all consuming, David! I can't explain it... or...maybe?
... just maybe you already know what I mean and I don't have to explain,
to you of all people, what a man like that can do to an innocent life?."
Something inside me, remorse, reality of what I've done beginning to twist in
my stomach, the shake of my hand gone, beads of cold sweat finally drying
across my brow, I rise to my feet, dusting myself of as I go, focusing my mind, crisper
and clearer with each passing second, offering him one parting thought as
I set my mind firmly on what needs to be done to save myself.
"It was him, David... always him."
Author: Pamala
Character: Mahone's POV
Spoilers: Well since its " Buried " post Ep there be spoilers here.
Category: Michael/Mahone slash series
Summary: Someone from the past * invades* the present
threatening to destroy all of Michael's hopes and plans.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I know they're not mine. I'm old and tired so, PTB,
please don't slap me around for playing with your toys.
Thanks: To snowwhite22 for the quick masterful beta on
far from my usual kind of fan fic. Your support means so much!
Here are the first three in the series:
Invasion - Manhunt 1/2
Invasion - Manhunt 2/2
Invasion - Otis 1/1
" Invasion - Buried " 1/1
Staring up at the hot sun, both hands still trembling, waiting less than patiently
for the pill to work it's magic, I can taste gritty particles of dust, kicked up when
he hit the ground, still rolling around on the roof of my mouth.
Desperate for something to drink, I walk back, leaning in, over the
crumpled body at my feet, peering through the window, consumed with
thirst like a man left wandering the desert for days on end, only to
find the water bottle between the seats gone, emptied long ago.
Frustrated, my mind far from reigned in enough to formulate a plan to help
me deal with what I've done, I catch a glimpse of faint movement in the
man below me out of the corner of my eye.
Stepping back, squatting down, uncertain just what I'll do if he's actually still alive
I hover there watching him careful until another involuntary twitch, unsettling
but not uncommon after sudden death, rocks his otherwise limp body.
Lingering for a moment or two staring intently, watching for the rise and fall
of his chest, for any sign of life, I deem the deed done, sinking to the
ground, my mind beginning to fire normally again, mentally grabbing hold of the dirt
and dust on my suitpants as potentially useful as a sign of struggle, and meet
his dead eyes.
" It wasn't you, you know? Really it wasn't. I don't - didn't - give a damn about
you one way or another, kid. It was about him, David. About him and you just
got in the way."
Knowing that tactile summation occasionally proves helpful in pulling me
back from the edge, I grab up handfuls of the dry earth around me, rubbing it hard
into my palms letting it sift slowly through my fingers to the ground below as I
speak.
" If you'd never met Michael Scofield you'd probably be alive."
Looking over at him, the blood beginning to dry dark red at the corner of
his mouth, feeling tiny rocks in the dirt scratching hard at the flesh of my hand,
I tell deaf ears all that he needed to know to have survived.
" You'd have been in prison, God knows what would have, maybe already did,
happen to a kid like you in a place like that, but you'd been safer in the long run
if you'd never laid eyes on him."
Shifting how I sit I'm left wondering if the action is an attempt to get more
comfortable or discomfort knowing what I'll say next.
" Not that I blame you for being drawn in. There's something magnetic
about the man..."
The years catching up with me, knees stiff and achy from sitting on the hard
ground, I stretch out my leg and allow my foot, clad in top of the line black leather
wingtips polished to a high gloss, to touch, nudge gently, the side of his slayed leg.
" While we're here, have a little time together, I'd like to offer up one more
confession. If you don't mind listening? "
Sitting there waiting, as if he'll answer, a clear sign I'm not quite back in the
game just yet, I jab hard at his leg with my foot, causing his head to roll
forward just a bit, making it look as if he's ready to listen even if the logical part
of my brain, obviously still taking a back seat to other parts, knows he's
too dead to offer up agreement of any kind.
" I understand... You see I was drawn in by him too. A few years ago this man,
the one who brought you to such an unfortunate end was part of my life too.
Its not just you... not me... it's him... all him, David! "
The sudden and loud ring of the phone in my pocket startles me to the point I
move hard and fast, allowing my foot without realizing it to connect firmly with
the body before me forcing it to fall away to the ground.
With a loud thump a cloud of dust flies up encircling both of forcing me to
shut my eyes until it subsides.
Sitting there, eyes closed, the sun beating hard on the back of my neck
I wait patiently with my eyes closed tightly sniffy the air around me, the smell
of blood and gun powder still hanging around us, for the dry bland scent of
earth in the air to dissipate enough that I know its safe to open my eyes.
Left waiting in the dark the ringing of my phone, a call, no matter what it may
have been, best sent to voicemail both for a potential alibi - to busy defending
myself to answer at that particular instant, paired with complete certainty that
I am in no condition to speak to anyone other than a dead man at the moment,
stops just as I look up to see his face covered in dust turned sideways staring
up and over at me.
" Confession is good for the soul, David... That in mind I'm about to tell you
something I've never told a single living soul...
...Michael and I were lovers once."
Watching his face, noting bits of dust trapped in lashes of unseeing eyes oddly
fixed on me as if he's hanging eagerly on every word it all spills out of me like a dam
has broken. " I know! I can only imagine what you must be thinking but its
not me... really... its him. I'd never considered being with a man let alone doing it but
stumbling across Michael in a bookstore one evening, being pulled in by all that
he is, changed everything I was, all that I am, in a heartbeat.
I lean down, bringing my face near to his, for just a moment wanting it be as close as possible
to him so that he'll hear and understand what I'm saying.
" Attraction that intense... wiping away gender... washing away all common sense
is impossible to fight and all consuming, David! I can't explain it... or...maybe?
... just maybe you already know what I mean and I don't have to explain,
to you of all people, what a man like that can do to an innocent life?."
Something inside me, remorse, reality of what I've done beginning to twist in
my stomach, the shake of my hand gone, beads of cold sweat finally drying
across my brow, I rise to my feet, dusting myself of as I go, focusing my mind, crisper
and clearer with each passing second, offering him one parting thought as
I set my mind firmly on what needs to be done to save myself.
"It was him, David... always him."