PB Fic - More Than A Little
Title: More Than A Little…
Authors: volatile/becisvolatile
Rating: Pg-13
Characters: Sara/Linc
Genre: Drabble, Conversation
Summary: He’s this great savior here to save you, maybe save me… and what do we do? We go and damn ourselves just a little bit more…
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Especially not anything related to Prison Break.
Notes: *jumps up and down on her threesome fic. Kicks the shit out of it. Body slams it. Head-butts it. Spills coke all over it and forces it to watch six hours of Inspector Rex… then picks it up, brushes it off and gets back to work*
Stoopid threesome.
‘If you tell me once more to ‘Have a little faith’ I’m going to overdose you on Michael’s insulin.’
‘Sara…’
‘He’ll figure it out and then we’re both fucked. He’ll hate us. He’ll figure it all out and he’ll hate us.’
‘He won’t hate us and he won’t find out, Sara. I won’t tell him, and I know you’d sooner die than confess to ever letting me touch you.’
‘And I wonder why that is?’
‘Don’t start acting sanctimonious on me, Doctor. We both had an itch that Michael started, what we do makes sense.’
‘Sure, it makes sense to two fucked up and strung out junkies.’
‘Ex-junkies, Sara.’
‘That won’t matter to Michael. You’re tainted to him because you used and if he finds out about me? It’ll be the same. He’s this great savior here to save you, maybe save me… and what do we do? We go and damn ourselves just a little bit more.’
‘Why worry now? Huh? You seemed completely oblivious to this whole moral dilemma three minutes ago when I had you bent over the desk. You have an awfully convenient conscience.’
‘Oh, big words Lincoln, been hanging around T-Bag?’
‘Nice. You can take the girl out of the gutters but you can’t…’
‘Remind me again, what did I ever see in you?’
‘Michael.’
‘I- I deserved that. But I’m done playing games because the walls here? They are thick with secrets, Lincoln, and secrets spread around here. People are going to start asking why you get ‘injured’ so much. Why it takes thirty minutes for me to give you aspirin. It gets around, and it’ll get to Michael. I think we both know that Michael’s smart enough to work this one out.’
‘I don’t see how he could. We can hardly make sense of it.’
‘Sense? You want a diagram, Linc? This is about one thing.’
‘Then why don’t you get it from someone safer?’
‘I could.’
‘But you won’t. Because it isn’t just sex. It’s sex with me. Do I look like Michael? Maybe the ears and hair, not much else. Do I-’
‘You smell like him. That’s messy, isn’t it? I’m risking everything with you because you smell like a man who won’t have me. Death Row is nothing compared to that level of self-delusion.’
‘I think we’re over-thinking this.’
‘You would.’
‘You’re giving me a head ache. I think it might get really bad at about 2am… you taking that shift tonight?’
‘I might be.’
‘It’s a simple question, Sara. If I come in tonight, will you be here?’
‘You know I will.’
‘Have a little faith. These things work out.’
‘I’ll need more than a little.’
Authors: volatile/becisvolatile
Rating: Pg-13
Characters: Sara/Linc
Genre: Drabble, Conversation
Summary: He’s this great savior here to save you, maybe save me… and what do we do? We go and damn ourselves just a little bit more…
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Especially not anything related to Prison Break.
Notes: *jumps up and down on her threesome fic. Kicks the shit out of it. Body slams it. Head-butts it. Spills coke all over it and forces it to watch six hours of Inspector Rex… then picks it up, brushes it off and gets back to work*
Stoopid threesome.
‘If you tell me once more to ‘Have a little faith’ I’m going to overdose you on Michael’s insulin.’
‘Sara…’
‘He’ll figure it out and then we’re both fucked. He’ll hate us. He’ll figure it all out and he’ll hate us.’
‘He won’t hate us and he won’t find out, Sara. I won’t tell him, and I know you’d sooner die than confess to ever letting me touch you.’
‘And I wonder why that is?’
‘Don’t start acting sanctimonious on me, Doctor. We both had an itch that Michael started, what we do makes sense.’
‘Sure, it makes sense to two fucked up and strung out junkies.’
‘Ex-junkies, Sara.’
‘That won’t matter to Michael. You’re tainted to him because you used and if he finds out about me? It’ll be the same. He’s this great savior here to save you, maybe save me… and what do we do? We go and damn ourselves just a little bit more.’
‘Why worry now? Huh? You seemed completely oblivious to this whole moral dilemma three minutes ago when I had you bent over the desk. You have an awfully convenient conscience.’
‘Oh, big words Lincoln, been hanging around T-Bag?’
‘Nice. You can take the girl out of the gutters but you can’t…’
‘Remind me again, what did I ever see in you?’
‘Michael.’
‘I- I deserved that. But I’m done playing games because the walls here? They are thick with secrets, Lincoln, and secrets spread around here. People are going to start asking why you get ‘injured’ so much. Why it takes thirty minutes for me to give you aspirin. It gets around, and it’ll get to Michael. I think we both know that Michael’s smart enough to work this one out.’
‘I don’t see how he could. We can hardly make sense of it.’
‘Sense? You want a diagram, Linc? This is about one thing.’
‘Then why don’t you get it from someone safer?’
‘I could.’
‘But you won’t. Because it isn’t just sex. It’s sex with me. Do I look like Michael? Maybe the ears and hair, not much else. Do I-’
‘You smell like him. That’s messy, isn’t it? I’m risking everything with you because you smell like a man who won’t have me. Death Row is nothing compared to that level of self-delusion.’
‘I think we’re over-thinking this.’
‘You would.’
‘You’re giving me a head ache. I think it might get really bad at about 2am… you taking that shift tonight?’
‘I might be.’
‘It’s a simple question, Sara. If I come in tonight, will you be here?’
‘You know I will.’
‘Have a little faith. These things work out.’
‘I’ll need more than a little.’