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06 April 2008 @ 05:47 pm
Prison Break - Maricruz’s Preeminence  
Title: Maricruz’s Preeminence
Author: clair_de_lune
Characters: Michael/Sucre
Genre: Slash
Rating: PG-13
Word count: ~ 795
Prompt by camille_miko/Summary: Michael/Sucre, with Sucre explaining to Michael why he has to stay with Maricruz.
Notes: Two takes on the same prompt – although I guess that the second drabble could be the continuation of the first one. Thanks to recycledfaery for her help with the translation. (Original version)


Maricruz’s Preeminence (1)

He freaked out when he woke up and the events of the previous night came back to him.

It’s the kind of thing you’re supposed to remember slowly or, on the contrary, that hits and knocks you out, but in both cases, there should be no possible doubt about what happened. It didn’t quite occur that way. He had flashes of hands sliding, grabbing, fondling, and echoes of murmurs and panting. For almost an hour, he wonders if the memories were real or just bits and pieces of a weird dream.

C-Note asking him in the showers who the hell had left such marks on him – forefinger inquisitively pointed to the developing bruises on his back – sort of confirmed the reality of the whole thing.

Shit.

He spends a fair amount of the day making a list of arguments. Avoiding meeting Michael’s eyes (and keeping his distance with Burrows because you never know) and making a list of arguments.

Firstly, he doesn’t like men. Well... actually he does. He’s not a misothrope... misan... whatever. The point is, he has nothing against humankind, even though some people are pretty despicable. It’s just that he doesn’t like men... guys like that. (He tries hard not to think about the way he gripped the bed bar and clenched his teeth so as to not beg Michael to do this thing again... and this one... and... Damn.)

Secondly, he loves Maricruz. She’s pretty and soft and perfect. And she’s a woman. Sucre might have lost his chance to make a beeline for Heaven when he dies because he knocked her up out of wedlock, but if he does the right thing at the right time, it could still work out. (He tries hard not to think about the way Michael was looking at him with a small devilish smirk on his lips, and about the absolutely divine sensations Michael’s mouth was creating on various parts of his body.)

Thirdly, Maricruz is having his baby. His son. But if the baby turns out to be a girl, it will be perfectly fine too. Sucre has responsibilities now and he will carry them out. It implies, among other things, fidelity. (He tries hard not to think about Maricurz’s fidelity.)

He explains all that stuff to Michael when they’re alone in their cell at the end of the day. Almost calmly and without stuttering under the Fish’s quiet and amused look.

Then Michael politely asks him to put the sheet up and, while his throat tightens with nervousness, Sucre wonders whether he should hope or fear that his explanations have been heard and accepted.



Maricruz’s Preeminence (2)

Once they’re out the river, once they’re free of the immediate danger of being caught by the cops, they stop for a few minutes to catch their breaths. Sucre uses the break to explain to Michael in a few fast and awkward sentences that what was going on inside, up there in Chicago, can’t keep going on. Can’t go further. Michael looks at him without blinking. He displays this expression, the one Sucre has never been able to identify as either amusement or skepticism and he feels the need to elaborate.

“Whatever happened... You know what I mean.”

He loves Maricruz and she’s having his baby. Darn, he broke out of Fox River for Maricruz and their baby. Anyway where he comes from, this kind of thing just can’t happen. And anyway ... He stammers a bit, gets tangled in his explanations, and Michael keeps on looking at him, impassive and patient. And anyway, he resumes, there’s no way that something that started under such circumstances could work.

Michael still doesn’t answer, doesn’t move a muscle, but Sucre sees something – guilt or regret – darkening his face. This is the thing, when you spend twenty hours a day close to someone: even if it’s just for a few weeks, you manage to get some things about them.

Whether it’s guilt or regret or something else entirely, Sucre realizes it’s not all for him. He’d bet his head on the fact that Michael’s thinking about the doc. It’s fine, it’s perfect, it’s the way it’s supposed to be. He has Maricruz and Michael has the doc. Sort of.

“What happens in Fox River stays in Fox River, Fernando,” Michael tells him.

The way Michael pronounces his name with this absurd American accent startles him and reminds him that Michael almost never uses it. Just on the rare occasion.

He can feel the lump growing in his throat and he tries to convince himself that it’s not disappointment.

Just as, when Michael holds out his hand to help him up, he tries to convince himself that the Fish doesn’t hold his wrist just a second too long.

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binkikittybinkikitty on April 6th, 2008 04:42 pm (UTC)
These are great. I absolutely love them, even if they are bitter-sweet. :) Thank you for posting them.
Clair de Luneclair_de_lune on April 7th, 2008 06:30 pm (UTC)
I guess that the prompt begged - or at least called - for bitter-sweetness... ;-)
Thanks for the kind comment.
heartagram_lalaheartagram_lala on April 6th, 2008 08:56 pm (UTC)
really awesome.

short, direct and sweet.
Clair de Luneclair_de_lune on April 7th, 2008 06:31 pm (UTC)
I'm glad you enjoyed them. Thanks so much for commenting!
Jules: Is this your cell?darkwriter69 on April 7th, 2008 06:36 am (UTC)
Oh, I really loved both of these. They were just perfect, and I think you seemed to capture the personality of both boys.
Clair de Luneclair_de_lune on April 7th, 2008 06:35 pm (UTC)
Thank you! It's not a pairing that I usually write - I can understand why people slash them but I just... don't :-p - so I'm really glad if it works.
Theresa_Riot: Michaelhuh?astro599 on April 8th, 2008 05:06 am (UTC)
Ouch! Poor guys. I've always slashed them, and this is how I always pictured it ending. Well done.
Clair de Luneclair_de_lune on April 8th, 2008 06:19 pm (UTC)
Thanks a lot, I'm glad that you liked it :)
happy is as happy does: Michael - Prison Breakhappywriter06 on April 8th, 2008 06:02 pm (UTC)
He freaked out when he waked up
That should be 'he woke up'.

Firstly, he doesn’t like men. Well... actually he does. He’s not a misothrope... misan... whatever. The point is, he has nothing against humankind, even though some people are pretty despicable. It’s just that he doesn’t like men... guys like that. (He tries hard not to think about the way he gripped the bed bar and clenched his teeth so as to not beg Michael to do this thing again... and this one... and... Damn.)
That sounds just like Sucre.

This is really nice. So very believable. *saves to memories*
Clair de Luneclair_de_lune on April 8th, 2008 06:31 pm (UTC)
That should be 'he woke up'.
*cringes & corrects* I knew that. Thanks for pointing it out ;)

So very believable.
Thank you. It was a request and I never really know how to 'slash' them so I'm happy if it came out well.
chanchito_z on April 11th, 2008 03:02 am (UTC)
I love Michael/Sucre. This was very bittersweet in the end, but it made perfect sense why it would be so - that they’d have to go their separate ways, and that Michael would realize that (tho with apparent regret). And I really enjoyed Sucre’s mental reflection upon Michael’s looks. Michael is so intent in his gaze, I absolutely could see Sucre seeing so much in it after he’d been the subject of that look. Very nice.
Clair de Lune: pb - michael sucreclair_de_lune on April 14th, 2008 10:47 am (UTC)
The prompt implied a separation in the end and to me, it makes sense that it can't go on - but I'm biased since it's always hard for me to 'slash' Sucre ;)
I could have done a better job and tried to actually relate the two drabbles. But when I initially wrote this in French, the first ficlet sounded a bit like a crackfic (hopefully the translation fixed that). Crackfic wasn't what I aimed for and I lazily let go.

Thanks a lot for your comment :)