Prison Break - Draw, aim, breathe, fire (Seven Seconds of Shooting)
Title: Draw, aim, breathe, fire (Seven Seconds of Shooting)
Author: clair-de-lune
Fandom: Prison Break
Characters: Sara, Michael, Christina Rose (Michael/Sara)
Categories: Gen
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~230
Summary: Later, she will feel as though it all happened in half a second. (Season 4)
Author’s Note: Written for the Seventh Anniversary challenge at uncuffmybrother.
Thanks to foxriverinmate for the read-through.
Later, she will feel as though it all happened in half a second.
It doesn’t. It lasts a few seconds.
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One. Draw. She’s swift. She pulls the gun out of the waistband of her jeans in one fluid, quick motion. It seems as if she’s done this her whole life.
Two. Aim. Her hand isn’t shaking. Her hand should be shaking, shouldn’t it, when she’s aiming at her almost-mother-in-law, who herself is aiming at her son. But her hand isn’t shaking, not even a quiver.
Three, four, five. Breathe and listen to the hateful logorrhea falling from Christina Rose Scofield’s lips. Because, you see, maybe this is what Christina Rose Scofield does for a living - shooting people - but that’s not what Sara Tancredi does. Even though, lately, it has looked like it was. So Sara wants to make sure she doesn’t have another option than shooting her almost-mother-in-law in the back.
Six. Fire. Really, nothing much to say, except mentioning the jerk in her arm at the concussive kick, and the fact that it’s relief that washes over her, not horror or dread. Horror or dread will come later. Maybe. For now, Christina’s dead, and Michael’s alive, and Sara’s relieved.
Seven. Meet Michael’s eyes. He’s tearing up; she’s not.
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One of the longest seven seconds of her life, and yet, later, she will feel as though it all happened in less than no time.
END
Author: clair-de-lune
Fandom: Prison Break
Characters: Sara, Michael, Christina Rose (Michael/Sara)
Categories: Gen
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~230
Summary: Later, she will feel as though it all happened in half a second. (Season 4)
Author’s Note: Written for the Seventh Anniversary challenge at uncuffmybrother.
Thanks to foxriverinmate for the read-through.
Later, she will feel as though it all happened in half a second.
It doesn’t. It lasts a few seconds.
-
One. Draw. She’s swift. She pulls the gun out of the waistband of her jeans in one fluid, quick motion. It seems as if she’s done this her whole life.
Two. Aim. Her hand isn’t shaking. Her hand should be shaking, shouldn’t it, when she’s aiming at her almost-mother-in-law, who herself is aiming at her son. But her hand isn’t shaking, not even a quiver.
Three, four, five. Breathe and listen to the hateful logorrhea falling from Christina Rose Scofield’s lips. Because, you see, maybe this is what Christina Rose Scofield does for a living - shooting people - but that’s not what Sara Tancredi does. Even though, lately, it has looked like it was. So Sara wants to make sure she doesn’t have another option than shooting her almost-mother-in-law in the back.
Six. Fire. Really, nothing much to say, except mentioning the jerk in her arm at the concussive kick, and the fact that it’s relief that washes over her, not horror or dread. Horror or dread will come later. Maybe. For now, Christina’s dead, and Michael’s alive, and Sara’s relieved.
Seven. Meet Michael’s eyes. He’s tearing up; she’s not.
-
One of the longest seven seconds of her life, and yet, later, she will feel as though it all happened in less than no time.
END