Be Nice
TITLE: Be Nice
AUTHOR: happywriter06
FANDOM: Prison Break
RATING: PG (one bad word)
CATEGORY: Gen
CHARACTERS: Christina Rose Scofield Burrows (yeah!), Lincoln Burrows, Michael Scofield
WARNING: Spoilers up to Panama. And it's slightly AU.
SUMMARY: Lincoln remembers his mother's words.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own PB but I like to pretend I do.
NOTES: This fic was inspired by a conversation I had with
pamalaxabout the confrontation between Lincoln and Michael in Panama.
“Lincoln be nice.” Her voice hits my ears as soon s Michael’s cries hit hers.
“Mom!” I kinda yell in feigned innocence.
“I mean it Linc. Be nice to your brother,” she calls from the kitchen.
“I was,” I kinda yell again. “God, he’s such a baby,” I say low enough so she doesn’t hear but she hears it anyway because she hears everything. Her footsteps grow louder until she’s standing between us, her back to Michael and her eyes focused on mine. She’s mad but her eyes are still soft as she cups my chin in her hand..
“He’s not a baby but he is young. And he’s sensitive. And there’s nothing wrong with that. Be nice. He’s the only brother you’ve got.” When I nod in response, she kisses me on the forehead and does the same to Michael before going back to the kitchen.
I stare at the only brother I’ve got. He’s looking up at me smiling, either because I got in trouble or he’s already forgotten what I said. It doesn’t really matter because there’s nothing like my little brother’s smile.
I’m looking at the only brother I’ve got as that moment - the first I can recall being told that - plays in my head. I could’ve been nicer. I should’ve been nicer. I don’t know. I don’t know what the fuck I know right now except we’re alive, in Panama , and the only brother I’ve got isn’t smiling. He’s nowhere close to it.
He’s staring at me, his eyes telling me he wants to kick my ass but he won’t because he can’t.
“I’m sorry bro. We can’t afford to turn on each other. We’re all we’ve got.”
I close the gap between us and pull him against me. I realize now we haven’t hugged since Colorado and before that the last hug was during the riots.
I hear her voice in my head again. “Be nice Lincoln . Be nice.”
“I will Mom. I promise,” I answer back.
AUTHOR: happywriter06
FANDOM: Prison Break
RATING: PG (one bad word)
CATEGORY: Gen
CHARACTERS: Christina Rose Scofield Burrows (yeah!), Lincoln Burrows, Michael Scofield
WARNING: Spoilers up to Panama. And it's slightly AU.
SUMMARY: Lincoln remembers his mother's words.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own PB but I like to pretend I do.
NOTES: This fic was inspired by a conversation I had with
pamalaxabout the confrontation between Lincoln and Michael in Panama.
“Lincoln be nice.” Her voice hits my ears as soon s Michael’s cries hit hers.
“Mom!” I kinda yell in feigned innocence.
“I mean it Linc. Be nice to your brother,” she calls from the kitchen.
“I was,” I kinda yell again. “God, he’s such a baby,” I say low enough so she doesn’t hear but she hears it anyway because she hears everything. Her footsteps grow louder until she’s standing between us, her back to Michael and her eyes focused on mine. She’s mad but her eyes are still soft as she cups my chin in her hand..
“He’s not a baby but he is young. And he’s sensitive. And there’s nothing wrong with that. Be nice. He’s the only brother you’ve got.” When I nod in response, she kisses me on the forehead and does the same to Michael before going back to the kitchen.
I stare at the only brother I’ve got. He’s looking up at me smiling, either because I got in trouble or he’s already forgotten what I said. It doesn’t really matter because there’s nothing like my little brother’s smile.
I’m looking at the only brother I’ve got as that moment - the first I can recall being told that - plays in my head. I could’ve been nicer. I should’ve been nicer. I don’t know. I don’t know what the fuck I know right now except we’re alive, in Panama , and the only brother I’ve got isn’t smiling. He’s nowhere close to it.
He’s staring at me, his eyes telling me he wants to kick my ass but he won’t because he can’t.
“I’m sorry bro. We can’t afford to turn on each other. We’re all we’ve got.”
I close the gap between us and pull him against me. I realize now we haven’t hugged since Colorado and before that the last hug was during the riots.
I hear her voice in my head again. “Be nice Lincoln . Be nice.”
“I will Mom. I promise,” I answer back.