PB Fic - Hide & Seek
Title: Hide & Seek
Authors: volatile/becisvolatile
Rating: PG
Characters: Sara Tancredi, Gov. Frank Tancredi
Genre: Gen, Drabble
Summary: …I’m hiding. Come find me…
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Especially not anything related to Prison Break.
Notes: Drabble, drabble, drabble.
I’m hiding. Come find me…
She’s six and crouching behind a mammoth brown leather lounge. He can see the fine strands of her pony tail around the side of the lounge, but he won’t find her just yet. She needs at least a minute undiscovered so that she can feel victorious. Instead, he marvels at the way the sunlight plays over those strands of blood stained coffee hair. The color had amazed him when he first held her, not his color. Not his wife’s. He’d had a moment of panic, before she gripped his thumb in her fist and squeezed. That was Tancredi strength, and she grew in that strength, refusing to brush her teeth in moments of stubbornness that both infuriated and encouraged Frank.
‘Oh, dear! Where could she be!!?’ Frank exagerates and pretends not to hear her muffled giggles. ‘I hope I haven’t lost her!’
It gets too much for Sara and she jumps up, ‘I was here all along, silly!’
*****
Ready or not…
‘Governor Tancredi?’ his secretary asks.
‘That’s Vice President now.’ Frank replies with no small amount of pride and self-satisfaction.
‘Of course, but I have a representative from the Northwestern Memorial on the line. Your daughter has just been admitted with a suspected overdose. Do you want to talk to them?’
Frank closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. ‘I’m busy.’
‘But-’
‘I said I’m busy. They’re treating her? Yes? Then it can wait.’
Frank knows where and how his baby girl is hiding. He just doesn’t have the heart to find her.
Authors: volatile/becisvolatile
Rating: PG
Characters: Sara Tancredi, Gov. Frank Tancredi
Genre: Gen, Drabble
Summary: …I’m hiding. Come find me…
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Especially not anything related to Prison Break.
Notes: Drabble, drabble, drabble.
I’m hiding. Come find me…
She’s six and crouching behind a mammoth brown leather lounge. He can see the fine strands of her pony tail around the side of the lounge, but he won’t find her just yet. She needs at least a minute undiscovered so that she can feel victorious. Instead, he marvels at the way the sunlight plays over those strands of blood stained coffee hair. The color had amazed him when he first held her, not his color. Not his wife’s. He’d had a moment of panic, before she gripped his thumb in her fist and squeezed. That was Tancredi strength, and she grew in that strength, refusing to brush her teeth in moments of stubbornness that both infuriated and encouraged Frank.
‘Oh, dear! Where could she be!!?’ Frank exagerates and pretends not to hear her muffled giggles. ‘I hope I haven’t lost her!’
It gets too much for Sara and she jumps up, ‘I was here all along, silly!’
*****
Ready or not…
‘Governor Tancredi?’ his secretary asks.
‘That’s Vice President now.’ Frank replies with no small amount of pride and self-satisfaction.
‘Of course, but I have a representative from the Northwestern Memorial on the line. Your daughter has just been admitted with a suspected overdose. Do you want to talk to them?’
Frank closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. ‘I’m busy.’
‘But-’
‘I said I’m busy. They’re treating her? Yes? Then it can wait.’
Frank knows where and how his baby girl is hiding. He just doesn’t have the heart to find her.