Teddy's Little Helper
Title: Teddy's Little Helper
Authors: clair_de_lune and foxriverinmate
Fandom: Prison Break
Characters: Michael Scofield, Theodore Bagwell, Fernando Sucre, mention of Henry Pope
Pairing: Michael/Sucre, Michael/T-Bag (but only in the latter's dreams!!)
Rating: PG-13
Length: 449 words
Summary: It's Christmas in Fox River and Teddy has high hopes for some Pretty time
Author's note: This was written for miss_jordy who posted the comment If anyone out there feels like writing a silly parody ficlet involving T-Bag and whoever is his current pocket-holding 'friend' being forced to dress as Santa and one of his elves and deliver pressies to the other FR inmates, I shouldn't object XD. Now I tried my best to unleash some horror with this one but I don't think I was really in the mood for crackfic. So I put something together and offered it to my co-conspirator in all things PB-Ficcie, clair_de_lune, and she rescued the fic by suggesting "crazier" and rewriting a few things so it's only right that she be credited a co-writer!! I'm sorry if it's not exactly as you wanted it, Jordy dear, but at least Teddy got to dress as Santa and he had a little Elf Helper to gawp at!!
Teddy's Little Helper
“Ad Seg or Santa, Bagwell. Your choice.”
Theodore sucked on his teeth as the words of The Pope echoed in his ears. Damn Pope. The man was always a bit off his head at this time of the year - like Teddy was the kind of guy you’d chose to impersonate fucking Santa fucking Claus.
There was one compensation though; he could have his choice of Elf Helper. Now, that was something positive. There was only one inmate he wanted to fulfill that role and dress adorably in Forest Green and wear little pointed rubber ears. And who knew? He might even have a new squeeze to hold his pocket in the New Year.
That night, his dreams were filled with a shyly smiling Pretty sitting happily on his lap as he told him what he would be giving him for Christmas.
The big day finally arrived. Warden Pope had pushed the boat out again this year and splurged a large portion of the prison’s decorating budget, which applied to paint, not flamboyant, grossly over-the-top glittery glitz, to decorate the mess hall and the over-sized tree. It was a profusion of colorful tinsels, pretty fairy lights and shiny Christmas balls - Teddy had a personal fondness for the Christmas balls.
Theodore Bagwell wasn’t having his worst Christmas, after all. Quite the contrary with Elf Helper Pretty flagrantly presenting his ass - at least in Teddy’s vivid imagination - in the deliciously tight green Elf pants and passing him gifts. T-Bag was cooing Ho ho ho in a disturbingly jovial manner behind his white beard as he sat in his lavish Santa’s Grotto mock-up and handed out packages to all the inmates in Gen Pop.
Later, there were carols and when an angelic Pretty sang Silent Night in a sweet baritone, T-Bag could barely contain himself; he fumbled in his pants for the umpteenth time that night. Yes, his sprig of mistletoe was still there, secured in his beloved, soon-to-have-a-new-holder pocket.
All good things must come to an end, and the festivities wound down at the tenth stroke of Midnight. As Teddy made his way out of his Grotto and to his own cell, he was full of festive and expectant joy, hoping Pretty would find his way back there too. This was certainly not going to be his worst Christmas ever - far from it.
All his merry hopes and amorous dreams came crashing down as he entered his cell. There, across the landing in cell 40, his little Elf Helper, still dressed in green and wearing the cute ears, was holding a sprig of mistletoe of his own above his head.
And beneath it, that fucking Sucre was thoroughly enjoying Teddy’s Christmas gift.
Authors: clair_de_lune and foxriverinmate
Fandom: Prison Break
Characters: Michael Scofield, Theodore Bagwell, Fernando Sucre, mention of Henry Pope
Pairing: Michael/Sucre, Michael/T-Bag (but only in the latter's dreams!!)
Rating: PG-13
Length: 449 words
Summary: It's Christmas in Fox River and Teddy has high hopes for some Pretty time
Author's note: This was written for miss_jordy who posted the comment If anyone out there feels like writing a silly parody ficlet involving T-Bag and whoever is his current pocket-holding 'friend' being forced to dress as Santa and one of his elves and deliver pressies to the other FR inmates, I shouldn't object XD. Now I tried my best to unleash some horror with this one but I don't think I was really in the mood for crackfic. So I put something together and offered it to my co-conspirator in all things PB-Ficcie, clair_de_lune, and she rescued the fic by suggesting "crazier" and rewriting a few things so it's only right that she be credited a co-writer!! I'm sorry if it's not exactly as you wanted it, Jordy dear, but at least Teddy got to dress as Santa and he had a little Elf Helper to gawp at!!
Teddy's Little Helper
“Ad Seg or Santa, Bagwell. Your choice.”
Theodore sucked on his teeth as the words of The Pope echoed in his ears. Damn Pope. The man was always a bit off his head at this time of the year - like Teddy was the kind of guy you’d chose to impersonate fucking Santa fucking Claus.
There was one compensation though; he could have his choice of Elf Helper. Now, that was something positive. There was only one inmate he wanted to fulfill that role and dress adorably in Forest Green and wear little pointed rubber ears. And who knew? He might even have a new squeeze to hold his pocket in the New Year.
That night, his dreams were filled with a shyly smiling Pretty sitting happily on his lap as he told him what he would be giving him for Christmas.
The big day finally arrived. Warden Pope had pushed the boat out again this year and splurged a large portion of the prison’s decorating budget, which applied to paint, not flamboyant, grossly over-the-top glittery glitz, to decorate the mess hall and the over-sized tree. It was a profusion of colorful tinsels, pretty fairy lights and shiny Christmas balls - Teddy had a personal fondness for the Christmas balls.
Theodore Bagwell wasn’t having his worst Christmas, after all. Quite the contrary with Elf Helper Pretty flagrantly presenting his ass - at least in Teddy’s vivid imagination - in the deliciously tight green Elf pants and passing him gifts. T-Bag was cooing Ho ho ho in a disturbingly jovial manner behind his white beard as he sat in his lavish Santa’s Grotto mock-up and handed out packages to all the inmates in Gen Pop.
Later, there were carols and when an angelic Pretty sang Silent Night in a sweet baritone, T-Bag could barely contain himself; he fumbled in his pants for the umpteenth time that night. Yes, his sprig of mistletoe was still there, secured in his beloved, soon-to-have-a-new-holder pocket.
All good things must come to an end, and the festivities wound down at the tenth stroke of Midnight. As Teddy made his way out of his Grotto and to his own cell, he was full of festive and expectant joy, hoping Pretty would find his way back there too. This was certainly not going to be his worst Christmas ever - far from it.
All his merry hopes and amorous dreams came crashing down as he entered his cell. There, across the landing in cell 40, his little Elf Helper, still dressed in green and wearing the cute ears, was holding a sprig of mistletoe of his own above his head.
And beneath it, that fucking Sucre was thoroughly enjoying Teddy’s Christmas gift.