The Land of the Living (1/1)

[msgenevieve]

Title: The Land of the Living (1/1)
Fandom: Prison Break
Characters: Sara Tancredi, Gretchen Morgan, LJ Burrows, Bruce Bennett
Pairing: Michael/Sara
Length: 6,505 words
Rating: R (for violence)
Summary: There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning. Spoilers for #222, Sona and #

Comments

[georgiaclaire]

Can I hug you now?

Yes. Just... yes.

This was the story I needed.

[msgenevieve]

Yes, you may. *is hugged* I'm so glad you liked it.

[marap]

Amazing. Every sentence is perfectly crafted and the piece flows so well.

Fantastic, very powerful. Amazing work once again!

[msgenevieve]

Thanks very much. It took me a little while to work it all out in my head, so I'm very relieved it turned out to be believable to someone other than me, lol!

[flatlined]

Oh.

[msgenevieve]

*grins* Thanks.

[purplemoongrl]

I thought this fic was very raw and bleak and I loved every single bit of it because she has been to hell and back so it is very realistic, but we also knew there was light at the end of the tunnel in the form of delicious Michael Scofield in his brown jacket of love.

Sara's desperation, flash backs and mantra's going through her mind were so painful and beautiful at the same time because going through a trauma like that, your mind will simply not shut off.

Sara comforting a terrified LJ and bonding with him is so the thing she would do and thinking that Michael is dead is just as unbearable as him thinking he lost her.

Bruce’s hand flutters towards her but she waves it away, knowing she can’t bear for anyone to touch her, not now, not when the one person whose touch she craves is gone gone gone.

Bruce *cries* I always imagine him someting of a surrogate dad to her. The one who would take her under his wings whenever her father was busy. So for her to turn to him and for him to come through again for her seems so natural.

[msgenevieve]

but we also knew there was light at the end of the tunnel in the form of delicious Michael Scofield in his brown jacket of love.

LOL. I love you, Mo.

Bruce *cries* I always imagine him someting of a surrogate dad to her. The one who would take her under his wings whenever her father was busy. So for her to turn to him and for him to come through again for her seems so natural.

Oh, yes, definitely. And now he's gone...*cries*

I'm so, so glad you liked it.

[scribblecat]

You know I had great hesitation in reading this due to the spoiler factor, but if I was going to be spoiled for something via fic, it was totally worth it because this was fabulous Jen.

My favourite type of fic is the angsty horrific kind and what you gave us from that small amount (so far) of canon well, it's like Christmas for sickos. So many levels and layers and also light. Gosh. Just so juicy.

“Go to hell,” Sara tells her, and has the satisfaction of seeing the blue eyes narrow in irritation. It’s a short-lived feeling, however, as the woman rubs her knuckles gently down the side of Sara’s face, her scarlet lips curved in a smirk.
“Oh, honey. I’m already there.”

Sooooooo so them!

She remembers crying without making a sound, the tears streaming silently down her face, then the prick of another needle and the world going black.

Very strong visual there. In fact it was all like that. You really put us right there next to Sara and we can feel her pain and fear.

She runs until the sole of her right foot is torn and bleeding and