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13 April 2008 @ 08:29 pm
Prison Break - Homes  
Title: Homes
Author: clair_de_lune
Characters: Michael, Lincoln, Sara, Veronica, Sucre, T-Bag, Kellerman, Jane, Christina
Genre: Gen
Rating: PG-13 for language
Disclaimer: Not mine. Just borrowing them for a while.
Prompt/Summary: There’s no place like home.
Word count: ~ 480
Notes: Written for the 2008 hiatus challenge #2 at pbhiatus_fic. The usual thanks to recycledfaery for the beta apply :)


To each their own: home is...

... a tiny two-bedroom apartment, hot in summer, barely warm in winter, filled with laughs and quiet discussion, occasional tears and shouting. The place where, no matter what, Christina felt secure and where she would make sure that her boys grow up and become good people.

... an imaginary, tidy condo smelling like wood, fresh paint and pancakes. Too bad Lincoln screwed up that one. Even worse, the fact that all the places Veronica visited with Sebastian were nothing more than anonymous apartments.

... Danny Hale’s lousy suburban house. Shit... Before Hale and his wife invited him over for dinner a few times, Paul had no idea, really no idea that this kind of stuff actually existed in reality. Most of the time, he tries not to wonder how their lives would have turned out if Kristin and he had grown up in such a place.

... something he’d rather not think about, because the only places Teddy has ever called ‘home’ were the hell he fled as soon as he was able to, and Susan’s house. In both cases, it ended quite badly.

... the life Jane left behind without looking back in order to protect the ones she loved. Still loves – hopefully the sacrifice wasn’t in vain and they’re still alive.

... the house – no matter where it is – in which Pam and Cam live, even if Alex can’t go there anymore. He still hopes it changes someday though, and that, as absurd as it seems, they be reunited. Not that he’s that unrealistic: he just needs something to hold on to.

... anywhere Maricruz and their baby are. Fernando is fully aware of how cheesy this sounds, but if somebody has something to say about it? Fuck’em. It’s not as if he cared.

... nostalgia – her father’s fancy residence, weirdly. Sara never realized that until she knelt at his grave and remembered the sounds of arguments and classical music, the smell of leather bound books and elaborate cuisine, the image of marble stairways and the memory of her always open-for-her old bedroom. Nostalgia, and something she’ll have to rebuild.

... a place unlike any other. Lincoln got it, or almost got it, a few times and lost it each time either because of dumbness or bad luck. He squeezes LJ’s shoulder hard enough to make his son squirm and protest, and swears to himself that things will be different, this time around. He won’t let either his son or his brother down again.

... something Michael can barely remember and hardly knows to be honest – even though for a while he wanted to believe that his ostentatious loft would be it. A distant, blurry memory evoking Mom, wool, Chicago, snow, warmth and hot chocolate. A renewed hope featuring Sara, Panama, scuba diving, heat and fifty cent beers. And in both cases... Lincoln, obviously.

-End-

April 4, 2008
 
 
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Tori: pb: just brotherstorigates on April 14th, 2008 02:53 pm (UTC)
That was just great! I loved each one, they were all sweet in their own ways :)

I espeically loved Michael's.... and the last line made me smile.

Great work.
Clair de Lune: pb - brothers kidsclair_de_lune on April 15th, 2008 04:51 pm (UTC)
I'm glad you liked it, thanks a lot for commenting.

and the last line made me smile
Well, I really couldn't end the ficlet without Michael mentioning that :-p
spoilerphobe: Kellerman Sarah piescribblecat on April 15th, 2008 02:56 am (UTC)
That was fab, a nice delve into the minds of the characters. I hope they get the feeling of a home soon. Well, maybe Teddy is already at home, seems to enjoy Sona now ;)
Thanks for playing in the fic comm too!
Clair de Luneclair_de_lune on April 15th, 2008 04:54 pm (UTC)
Well, maybe Teddy is already at home, seems to enjoy Sona now ;)
Yes, such a homey place for Teddy ^___^

I'm really glad you enjoyed it. Thanks for the kind comments :)
ekorotya on April 16th, 2008 01:43 am (UTC)
Sweet
This is truely a bittersweet fic. Its both warming and chilling. Espicially the part about with Kellerman.

~E

ekorotya on April 16th, 2008 02:08 am (UTC)
Inspiring
You inspired my to write my first one shot. Thanks!

~E
Clair de Luneclair_de_lune on April 16th, 2008 03:54 pm (UTC)
Re: Inspiring
Oh, I'm glad to hear that :)
Thanks a lot for your comments!