Gone: Chapter 2
Title: Gone
Author: yougottaletmego
Characters: Alex Mahone, Lincoln Burrows, LJ Burrows, Michael Scofield, Sara Tancredi
Category: Post-Escape, Drama, Family, Tragedy
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me.
Spoilers: The Final Break, Season 4
Summary: "Think of all the amazing stories you’re gonna be able to tell your kid. You’re gonna be the type of father our Dad never was, one to look up to.” Lincoln's final words. What happens when you risk everything to save your brother, and in the end he saves you?
Author's Note: Thanks to ameraleigh for the gorgeous banner and the beta work! I think I've decided to make this a multi chapter instead of a one shot. Let me know what you think!
This story is kind of evolving into a darker fic. This is definitely not a happy story but I like the direction it's headed in. Please let know what you think!
*The italicized sentences are what LJ is thinking*
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One Week Later
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LJ sat on his bed, and stared at the ceiling. The past week had been surreal, he felt like he was living in a daze. He took off his sweatshirt and ran his fingers over the cuts on his wrists. LJ pulled the razor out from under his pillow and slowly went over them again, reopening the wounds and making them bleed. He knew he was slowly destroying himself, but that didn’t bother him. He was pale and weak. Sara forced him to eat every now and then but it wasn’t much. He heard a knock on the door.
“Hold on!” he yelled as he quickly pulled his sweatshirt back on and hid the razor under his pillow.
“You can come in,” LJ responded.
“Hey,” Michael said as he walked in and sat down next to LJ.
“Hi Uncle Mike.”
Can’t you just leave me alone?
“How are you holding up?”
“I’m fine,” LJ lied.
“Alex is going to the store, do you need anything?”
A new razor blade, some drugs, and maybe some alcohol.
“Nope.”
“Do you have any requests for dinner tonight? I can make you something special.”
I don’t want to eat and I don’t want you to pretend that everything’s okay.
“Whatever.”
“LJ.”
Oh great, here comes the talk about your feelings speech.
“LJ, I want you to…” Michael stopped and looked down. LJ looked and noticed a little bit of blood was trickling onto his hand.
“I’m fine, I just cut myself by accident.”
“That seems like an awful blood, what happened?” Michael said as he grabbed LJ’s hand to examine the wound.
“No! It’s okay, I just need a band aid,” LJ tried to pull away but Michael kept his grip on LJ’s wrist.
“LJ, what is going on?” Michael asked as he rolled up LJ’s sleeve. He sat in shock as he saw the cuts up and down LJ’s arm. He rolled up the other sleeve to reveal the same exact thing. LJ burst into tears.
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“He needs help,” Sara said.
“No! He doesn’t,” a frantic Michael replied.
“You really think hiding all the sharp things in the apartment with work?”
“Yes, it will,” Michael shot back.
“He’ll find a new way to hurt himself.”
“That’s not true.”
“What if he gets involved with drugs?”
“And where is he going to get them if he’s here?”
“You’re never going to let him leave?”
“I don’t know…”
“Michael, he needs help.”
“No, he’s fine!”
“Michael, why are you being so irrational?”
“I’m not being irrational. He’s not going anywhere.”
“Are you afraid that if he leaves something will happen to him? And you’ll lose him too?”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about so just shut up!” Michael screamed.
Sara had never seen Michael like this before. She was used to the occasional outbursts from Lincoln, but not from Michael. She had never been afraid of Michael before, until now. She grabbed her purse and her coat and walked out the door.
“Do you really think it’s a horrible idea for LJ to go see someone or get checked in somewhere?” Alex asked as he stood up from the couch.
“Get out. Now,” Michael snapped as he pointed to the door.
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“I made you some macaroni and cheese…figured you might be hungry,” Michael said as he handed the bowl to LJ.
“Thanks…Uncle Mike, I heard what you said out there.”
“You heard that?” Michael sighed.
“Yeah, I think the whole apartment building did.”
“Shit.”
“I wanted to thank you. You could’ve easily sent me off somewhere but-“
“Shh, don’t talk about it. You’re staying right here, but this has got to stop.”
“It will, I promise. I just thought it would help, but it didn’t. It won’t happen again,” LJ lied.
“You’re my nephew, LJ. I love you and I’m not letting you go anywhere. I need you to be okay because if anything happened to you, I couldn’t deal with it,” Michael wrapped his arms around LJ as a few tears streamed down his face.
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