Prison Break Fic: Hope
Title: Hope
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Lincoln Burrows, featuring Jane Phillips and LJ Burrows
Category: Gen
Disclaimer: For fun and not profit unfortunately.
Spoiler: Through early S3.
Summary: Finally. Things have gotten so right that you can dream good dreams again.
Notes: A companion piece to Waiting, Wishing, Wanting. I wrote this then completely forgot to post it.
You can admit that one of your first thoughts when you found out The Company had LJ was, you’d kill Jane if you ever got your hands on her. Right after you felt like an asshole because you knew that she’d was more than likely dead and that she had died trying to keep LJ safe.
Knowing that they had LJ and that yet another person had died - someone you knew, someone who had close ties to your family - made sleeping that much harder. You couldn’t sleep anyway. Your body humming with energy every second of day until your body just gave out. And even then you only slept for snatches of hours at a time. Jerking awake every time when the nightmares became too much.
You dreamt about people dying. You hadn’t seen Vee but you always imagined the look on her face; imagined the blood seeping out of her wounds. Same thing for Jane. You saw Aldo, pale and clammy, and his dull eyes. Sara’s was the worse of all though. You swear you could hear the knife slicing into her flesh, know the exact instant the life went out of her.
You almost lost it watching Sofia there dying - for all you knew - on the museum steps. You couldn’t bear the thought of another death. So when Jane shows up at Sofia’s apartment, you think you really must be dreaming. And it’s a good dream. Finally. Things have gotten so right that you can dream good dreams again.
So you don’t say anything. You don’t even move as you watch her step inside with bright eyes. Just lit up with life. You watch her close the door, say something that you can’t really hear over the sound of your own heart beating, before LJ is hugging her.
She closes her eyes, presses her cheek to LJ’s head and they both rock. You kinda guessed at how close they’d become from the few conversations you’d had with her and him before he was taken. LJ doesn’t talk about his time in Washington or how he’d been taken. He doesn’t talk or sleep much at all. And you don’t push him to do either.
When they finally pull apart, though not completely because LJ still has her hand in his, you finally come out of your trance and make your way over to her. You hug her, tell her ‘Thank God you’re okay’. You finally let go after a moment that seems too long and too short at the same time.
At dinner she tells you about her injuries and you feel bad for hugging her so tight even if you couldn’t tell. ‘Smile through the pain,’ she says is her motto.
Hours after dinner - the plates cleared and LJ having gone to bed - she makes a move to get up and you’re there by her side.
She laughs, a soft chuckle almost to herself. “What?” you ask, one of her hand in yours, you’re other hand at the small of her back.
“I got shot in the shoulder. I didn’t break both legs.”
“I know,” you say but you still don’t let her go, not until she’s sitting on the sofa.
She’s here and alive when you surely thought she was gone. And she’s promising that maybe she can help get Michael back. Okay, so maybe she’s not promising that. More like promising that she’ll do her best. And maybe that shouldn’t be reassuring since even doing her best, she still got shot and LJ was taken. But she’s here so that’s got to count for something.
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Lincoln Burrows, featuring Jane Phillips and LJ Burrows
Category: Gen
Disclaimer: For fun and not profit unfortunately.
Spoiler: Through early S3.
Summary: Finally. Things have gotten so right that you can dream good dreams again.
Notes: A companion piece to Waiting, Wishing, Wanting. I wrote this then completely forgot to post it.
You can admit that one of your first thoughts when you found out The Company had LJ was, you’d kill Jane if you ever got your hands on her. Right after you felt like an asshole because you knew that she’d was more than likely dead and that she had died trying to keep LJ safe.
Knowing that they had LJ and that yet another person had died - someone you knew, someone who had close ties to your family - made sleeping that much harder. You couldn’t sleep anyway. Your body humming with energy every second of day until your body just gave out. And even then you only slept for snatches of hours at a time. Jerking awake every time when the nightmares became too much.
You dreamt about people dying. You hadn’t seen Vee but you always imagined the look on her face; imagined the blood seeping out of her wounds. Same thing for Jane. You saw Aldo, pale and clammy, and his dull eyes. Sara’s was the worse of all though. You swear you could hear the knife slicing into her flesh, know the exact instant the life went out of her.
You almost lost it watching Sofia there dying - for all you knew - on the museum steps. You couldn’t bear the thought of another death. So when Jane shows up at Sofia’s apartment, you think you really must be dreaming. And it’s a good dream. Finally. Things have gotten so right that you can dream good dreams again.
So you don’t say anything. You don’t even move as you watch her step inside with bright eyes. Just lit up with life. You watch her close the door, say something that you can’t really hear over the sound of your own heart beating, before LJ is hugging her.
She closes her eyes, presses her cheek to LJ’s head and they both rock. You kinda guessed at how close they’d become from the few conversations you’d had with her and him before he was taken. LJ doesn’t talk about his time in Washington or how he’d been taken. He doesn’t talk or sleep much at all. And you don’t push him to do either.
When they finally pull apart, though not completely because LJ still has her hand in his, you finally come out of your trance and make your way over to her. You hug her, tell her ‘Thank God you’re okay’. You finally let go after a moment that seems too long and too short at the same time.
At dinner she tells you about her injuries and you feel bad for hugging her so tight even if you couldn’t tell. ‘Smile through the pain,’ she says is her motto.
Hours after dinner - the plates cleared and LJ having gone to bed - she makes a move to get up and you’re there by her side.
She laughs, a soft chuckle almost to herself. “What?” you ask, one of her hand in yours, you’re other hand at the small of her back.
“I got shot in the shoulder. I didn’t break both legs.”
“I know,” you say but you still don’t let her go, not until she’s sitting on the sofa.
She’s here and alive when you surely thought she was gone. And she’s promising that maybe she can help get Michael back. Okay, so maybe she’s not promising that. More like promising that she’ll do her best. And maybe that shouldn’t be reassuring since even doing her best, she still got shot and LJ was taken. But she’s here so that’s got to count for something.