I like the second part the most.
Title: Two Conversations Aldo and Lincoln Probably Had and One They Didn’t
Author: happywriter06
Fandom: Prison Break
Rating: PG
Category: Gen
Characters: Aldo Burrows, Lincoln Burrows
Disclaimer: For fun and not profit.
Warning: Spoilers for Bolshoi Booze.
Summary: I think the title pretty much sums it up.
Notes: This for foxriver_fic's April Challenge. It's not exactly on point for the challenge but you got to go where the bunny hops.
(1)
“So how did the baby get in there?” Linc asks, looking up at his father with curious eyes. He’s four and about to become a big brother. He and Chris had waited to tell him about the baby until she started showing, figuring he wouldn’t really understand until he could see what they were talking about.
Earlier that day, they had set him down on the sofa and told him. Chris had placed Linc’s hand on her now noticeable belly. His eyes had gone wide then he looked from Chris to him back to Chris’ belly. He seemed unsure then unconcerned when Billy from next door asked through the screen if he could come out and play.
Aldo takes a deep breath as he runs a hand over Linc’s head. “Mommy and Daddy put it there.”
“How?”
“It’s kind of hard to explain.”
(2)
Everything in the room is some shade of gray. Pale gray walls, floor and ceiling. Steel table and chairs. It might be one of the most depressing places he’s ever been in and he’s been in some really shitty places.
The sound of the door opening draws his attention away from his survey of the room. In walks a guard and then Linc, already tall for his age with broad shoulders and a head he still needs to grow into. His eyes go wide, every emotion imaginable flashing in them before settling on anger.
He stands, looking into the eyes of his eldest son. “Hello, Lincoln.”
Lincoln’s jaw clenches some more and his knuckles turn white from fisting so hard. “Fuck you,” he bites out.
(3)
He stands on the other side of the coffee table watching Lincoln, waiting for his reaction. Lincoln sits half perched on the sofa, elbows on his knees and his head in his hands.
Lincoln exhales, sounding very tired, without looking at his father. “I don’t know her.”
“You can trust her.” He adds, “I trust her.”
Lincoln laughs, a bitter bite to it. “That means very little coming from you.”
“I know,” Aldo confirms, sinking into the armchair diagonal from the sofa. Silence fills the room once again.
Lincoln finally raises his head and looks at Aldo. He thinks he might be seeing things because he thinks he sees understanding in his son’s eyes. “I don’t want to take LJ but I don’t want to leave him either.”
All he can say is “I know.”
Author: happywriter06
Fandom: Prison Break
Rating: PG
Category: Gen
Characters: Aldo Burrows, Lincoln Burrows
Disclaimer: For fun and not profit.
Warning: Spoilers for Bolshoi Booze.
Summary: I think the title pretty much sums it up.
Notes: This for foxriver_fic's April Challenge. It's not exactly on point for the challenge but you got to go where the bunny hops.
(1)
“So how did the baby get in there?” Linc asks, looking up at his father with curious eyes. He’s four and about to become a big brother. He and Chris had waited to tell him about the baby until she started showing, figuring he wouldn’t really understand until he could see what they were talking about.
Earlier that day, they had set him down on the sofa and told him. Chris had placed Linc’s hand on her now noticeable belly. His eyes had gone wide then he looked from Chris to him back to Chris’ belly. He seemed unsure then unconcerned when Billy from next door asked through the screen if he could come out and play.
Aldo takes a deep breath as he runs a hand over Linc’s head. “Mommy and Daddy put it there.”
“How?”
“It’s kind of hard to explain.”
(2)
Everything in the room is some shade of gray. Pale gray walls, floor and ceiling. Steel table and chairs. It might be one of the most depressing places he’s ever been in and he’s been in some really shitty places.
The sound of the door opening draws his attention away from his survey of the room. In walks a guard and then Linc, already tall for his age with broad shoulders and a head he still needs to grow into. His eyes go wide, every emotion imaginable flashing in them before settling on anger.
He stands, looking into the eyes of his eldest son. “Hello, Lincoln.”
Lincoln’s jaw clenches some more and his knuckles turn white from fisting so hard. “Fuck you,” he bites out.
(3)
He stands on the other side of the coffee table watching Lincoln, waiting for his reaction. Lincoln sits half perched on the sofa, elbows on his knees and his head in his hands.
Lincoln exhales, sounding very tired, without looking at his father. “I don’t know her.”
“You can trust her.” He adds, “I trust her.”
Lincoln laughs, a bitter bite to it. “That means very little coming from you.”
“I know,” Aldo confirms, sinking into the armchair diagonal from the sofa. Silence fills the room once again.
Lincoln finally raises his head and looks at Aldo. He thinks he might be seeing things because he thinks he sees understanding in his son’s eyes. “I don’t want to take LJ but I don’t want to leave him either.”
All he can say is “I know.”