Beyond the Sea Michael, PG-13/r (for lang)
Title: Beyond the Sea
author: jayer
category: michael
rating: pg-13/r (for lang)
spoilers: only if you aren't caught up
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Summary: sometimes all it takes to survive the darkness is a song.
"Michael, sweetie. What's wrong?"
"Crybaby had a bad dream."
"I'm not a cry baby."
"Are too."
"Lincoln. Stop it."'
"Was it the monster?"
"uh, huh."
"There are no monsters."
"Lincoln. Do you want to go to Christopher's birthday party?"
"Yes."
"Then stop picking on your brother."
"Okay, Mom."
"Mommy, sing me the song."
"Snuggle up." Michael curled up against his mothers chest. "Lincoln?"
Lincoln jumped out of his bed and ran across the room. It was a tight fit but he still managed to squeeze up next to his mother.
Somewhere beyond the sea
Somewhere waitin’ for me
My lover stands on golden sands
And watches the ships that go sailin’.
Somewhere beyond the sea
She's there watchin’ for me
If I could fly like birds on high
Then straight to her arms I’d go sailin’.
"Michael, come on. You have to eat."
"I miss Mommy."
Lincoln curled up on the bed, wrapping his arms around his little brother. "Me too. But she's not really gone."
"She's not?"
"Nope. She's can't talk to us and we can't see her. But she's here. She's watching us."
"She is."
"Yep."
"Like an angel?"
"Our very own angel. And if you listen real close, you can hear her singing."
"She's singing."
"Right now. She's singing your bad night song."
Michael closed his eyes.
It's far beyond the stars
It's near beyond the moon
I know beyond a doubt
My heart will lead me there soon.
We'll meet beyond the shore
We'll kiss just as before
Happy we'll be beyond the sea
And never again I'll go sailin'.
"Good Morning, gentlemen." The guard walked in smiling.
"Looks like someone had a good night."
"Yes, Russ. I had a very good night. Nina slept all night for the first time."
"And you bring donuts to celebrate." Russ flipped open the box. "Markus I knew I loved you for a reason."
"So, who do we have today."
Russ grabbed a clipboard. "The greatest hits of the A wing riots."
Markus cocked an ear. "Who's in seven?"
"Scofield. Bellick dumped him in here last night said no one was to talk to him or open the door except for the Doc and his meals."
Markus looked through the window. Michael was sitting on cot, leaning against the wall with his eyes closed.
"I know beyond a doubt
My heart will lead me there soon
We'll meet … I know we'll meet … beyond the shore
We'll kiss just as before."
"Has he been singing all night?"
"Yep. Started about 2 seconds after Bellick left and hasn't stopped." Russ laughed. "Guy's a walking jukebox of jazz. Bit of Cole, some Fitzgerald, couple of Simone. And that song about every fifth one. Even sung it in French once. Or maybe it was Italian. Something foreign."
"You didn't make him shut up?"
"None of the other prisoners started bitching. And I happen to like Jazz. So I figured what's the harm." Russ grabbed his stuff. "Enjoy your morning. Thanks for the donuts."
"Sure."
Markus sat down, spreading out his newspaper.
"Happy we'll be beyond the sea
And never again I'll go sailin . . . . "
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`finis`
author: jayer
category: michael
rating: pg-13/r (for lang)
spoilers: only if you aren't caught up
archive: ask first
Summary: sometimes all it takes to survive the darkness is a song.
"Michael, sweetie. What's wrong?"
"Crybaby had a bad dream."
"I'm not a cry baby."
"Are too."
"Lincoln. Stop it."'
"Was it the monster?"
"uh, huh."
"There are no monsters."
"Lincoln. Do you want to go to Christopher's birthday party?"
"Yes."
"Then stop picking on your brother."
"Okay, Mom."
"Mommy, sing me the song."
"Snuggle up." Michael curled up against his mothers chest. "Lincoln?"
Lincoln jumped out of his bed and ran across the room. It was a tight fit but he still managed to squeeze up next to his mother.
Somewhere beyond the sea
Somewhere waitin’ for me
My lover stands on golden sands
And watches the ships that go sailin’.
Somewhere beyond the sea
She's there watchin’ for me
If I could fly like birds on high
Then straight to her arms I’d go sailin’.
"Michael, come on. You have to eat."
"I miss Mommy."
Lincoln curled up on the bed, wrapping his arms around his little brother. "Me too. But she's not really gone."
"She's not?"
"Nope. She's can't talk to us and we can't see her. But she's here. She's watching us."
"She is."
"Yep."
"Like an angel?"
"Our very own angel. And if you listen real close, you can hear her singing."
"She's singing."
"Right now. She's singing your bad night song."
Michael closed his eyes.
It's far beyond the stars
It's near beyond the moon
I know beyond a doubt
My heart will lead me there soon.
We'll meet beyond the shore
We'll kiss just as before
Happy we'll be beyond the sea
And never again I'll go sailin'.
"Good Morning, gentlemen." The guard walked in smiling.
"Looks like someone had a good night."
"Yes, Russ. I had a very good night. Nina slept all night for the first time."
"And you bring donuts to celebrate." Russ flipped open the box. "Markus I knew I loved you for a reason."
"So, who do we have today."
Russ grabbed a clipboard. "The greatest hits of the A wing riots."
Markus cocked an ear. "Who's in seven?"
"Scofield. Bellick dumped him in here last night said no one was to talk to him or open the door except for the Doc and his meals."
Markus looked through the window. Michael was sitting on cot, leaning against the wall with his eyes closed.
"I know beyond a doubt
My heart will lead me there soon
We'll meet … I know we'll meet … beyond the shore
We'll kiss just as before."
"Has he been singing all night?"
"Yep. Started about 2 seconds after Bellick left and hasn't stopped." Russ laughed. "Guy's a walking jukebox of jazz. Bit of Cole, some Fitzgerald, couple of Simone. And that song about every fifth one. Even sung it in French once. Or maybe it was Italian. Something foreign."
"You didn't make him shut up?"
"None of the other prisoners started bitching. And I happen to like Jazz. So I figured what's the harm." Russ grabbed his stuff. "Enjoy your morning. Thanks for the donuts."
"Sure."
Markus sat down, spreading out his newspaper.
"Happy we'll be beyond the sea
And never again I'll go sailin . . . . "
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`finis`