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24 May 2008 @ 11:28 pm
Prison Break - Stunts / Coups tordus  
Title: Stunts
Author: clair_de_lune
Characters: Michael, Sucre
Genre: Gen
Rating: PG-13 (one bad word)
Word count: ~ 360
Disclaimer: Not mine. Just borrowing them for a while.
Summary: He’s staring into space. Again.
Notes: Just a tiny ficlet for the current writing challenge at scofield_sucre with the prompt “staring into space”. Thanks to torigates for the beta.


He’s staring into space. Again. Elbows resting on his knees, he’s sitting on his bunk and staring into space, watching without actually seeing it the wall in front of him. Or maybe he’s examining and analyzing the structure of the fucking wall, for all Sucre knows.

It’s the staring part that never fails to make him nervous because when Michael does that, it usually means that there is either a damn unpredicted problem or a solution to a damn unpredicted problem. Doesn’t really matter which one it is. The gist of the story is that a problem leads to a temporary stop to Michael’s plan and, most of the time the solution involves a few hazardous stunts. Troubles in both cases.

All Sucre can do in those circumstances is wait and hope for the best. Pray that the aforementioned hazardous stunts won’t send him – or Michael, or both of them – to the SHU. So, in order to kill time, he paces back and forth in their cell, fiddles with the bars, fidgets with the hem of his shirt and then with the sheet. None of that manages to distract Michael who keeps on staring into space.

Sucre singing under his breath does the trick, though, and Michael finally, finally looks up and meets his gaze.

“What’s the matter, Sucre?” he asks with a patient, even voice that makes Sucre feel like he’s a kid disturbing a parent.

He stills, stops humming and blinks. With a slight shrug of his shoulders, he leans against the wall and mumbles, “Nothing. Never mind. Just keep on... doing whatever you’re doing, papi.” Michael nods distractedly and slips back into silent staring mode.

It’s the middle of the night, the lights are off and so is Sucre, who sleeps soundly when he feels a hand tapping on his shoulder.

Michael is standing by their bunks, bending towards Sucre. He has stopped staring into space. He’s now staring at Sucre’s face and then into Sucre’s eyes, and a half, crooked smile curls the corner of his mouth. Sucre rubs his eyes with the heel of his hand and can’t withhold a sigh.

Here come the hazardous stunts.

-End-

24 May 2008



Titre : Coups tordus
Auteur : clair_de_lune
Personnages : Michael, Sucre
Public : PG
Mots : ~ 411
Disclaimer : Ils ne sont pas à moi. Je les emprunte un instant et les rends dans quelques lignes.
Résumé : Il regarde fixement dans le vide. Encore.
Notes : Initialement écrit en anglais pour le challenge du mois de mai de scofield_sucre, avec le prompt "Staring into space". Traduit parce que... traduire une ‘tite ficlet me permet d’éviter de me pencher sur les fics que je suis supposée écrire.


Il regarde fixement dans le vide. Encore. Les coudes reposant sur les genoux, il est assis sur son lit et il regarde dans le vide, fixant sans vraiment le voir le mur en face de lui. Ou bien peut-être qu’il examine et analyse la structure du putain de mur en question, pour ce qu’en sait Sucre.

Le coup du regard fixe dans le vide le rend toujours nerveux parce que quand Michael fait ça, ça signifie en général qu’il y a un fichu problème imprévu à l’horizon, ou bien la solution à un fichu problème imprévu. Peu importe. Le fond de l’affaire, c’est qu’un problème entraîne un arrêt provisoire dans le plan de Michael et, la plupart du temps, la solution implique quelques coups tordus hasardeux. Des ennuis en perspective dans un cas comme dans l’autre.

Tout ce que Sucre peut faire quand ce genre de trucs se produit, c’est attendre et espérer que tout ira bien. Prier pour que les coups tordus hasardeux en question ne le mènent pas – ou Michael, ou tous les deux – direct au trou. Aussi, histoire de tuer le temps, il fait les cent pas dans leur cellule, tripote les barreaux de la grille, l’ourlet de son tee-shirt, puis le drap. Rien de tout celui ne parvient à distraire Michael qui continue de regarder dans le vide.

Sucre se met à chanter sotto voce et ça, finalement, ça parvient attirer l’attention de Michael, qui relève la tête et croise son regard.

« Quelque chose ne va pas, Sucre ? » demande-t-il sur ce ton patient, calme, qui donne à Sucre l’impression d’être un gosse dérangeant son père.

Il s’immobilise, arrête de chantonner et cligne des paupières. Avec un petit haussement d’épaules, il s’appuie contre le mur et marmonne : « Rien. T’inquiète. Continue de faire... ce que tu faisais, papi. » Michael hoche distraitement la tête et retombe en mode observation silencieuse.

C’est le milieu de la nuit, les lumières sont éteintes et Sucre dort du sommeil du juste quand il sent une main lui tapoter l’épaule.

Michael se tient debout près de leurs couchettes, penché vers lui. Il ne regarde plus fixement dans le vide. Il regarde désormais fixement le visage de Sucre, puis plonge son regard dans celui de Sucre, et un demi-sourire lui soulève le coin des lèvres. Sucre se frotte les paupières de la paume de la main et laisse échapper un soupir.

En avant pour les coups tordus hasardeux.

-Fin-

24-25 mai 2008

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Genevieve: boxed in by sezmsgenevieve on May 25th, 2008 02:20 am (UTC)
I love Sucre and I loved this. One of the amazing things that came out of the whole mess that Michael's life had become was that he'd somehow managed to find an amazing friend who would rather die than betray him. Sucre here knows what's coming - they're about to risk life and limb again - and yet we all know he's going to do whatever it is Michael's woken him up to do. Very nice!
Clair de Lune: pb - michael sucreclair_de_lune on May 25th, 2008 01:34 pm (UTC)
You know, you make me feel bad. I felt kind of ironic when I wrote this, and I wrote it rather quickly, bearing in mind the way Michael sometimes manipulates/uses Sucre, just the way he does with other characters even though his motives are 'good'. You seeing a bit more than that... me feel bad *g*

That being said, I totally agree with you. I just love the relationship they've developped, and if I had one reason to dislike C-Note rather than just find him annoying, it would be the way he tries to set Sucre against Michael in some episodes - yes, I'm that much of a fangirl *sigh*
Genevievemsgenevieve on May 29th, 2008 10:44 pm (UTC)
No no no. No feeling bad! That's an order.

Yes, Michael manipulated Sucre shamelessly, just like he did Sara and Henry. From the moment Sucre was back on board (after learning about the baby) he and Surce started becoming a team, and I always loved that about those S1 episodes.
Clair de Lune: pb - michael2clair_de_lune on May 31st, 2008 11:09 am (UTC)
I tend to feel for Sucre because, unlike Lincoln or Abruzzi, he had a lot to lose in breaking out, at least before learning about the baby. And even after that, I'm not sure escaping was in his best interest.

But lol okay, no guilt ;)
fish gotta swimjunalele on May 25th, 2008 10:31 pm (UTC)
Awesome. You know, I'm just re-watching season one and for the first time (I'm re-watching it like the 6th time) I realise that for all the drama and the horror - Michael is so enjoying this. Having to think quick, seeing his plans work out. So this is lovely because it rings so true. Heh.
Clair de Lune: pb - michael3clair_de_lune on May 26th, 2008 07:31 pm (UTC)
Michael is so enjoying this. Having to think quick, seeing his plans work out.
You may be totally right about that ^_^ He was rather smug and confident in his plans, back then. Maybe a little less by the end of the season, but definitely smug in the first episodes.

I'm glad that you liked it and thought it was in character.
Thanks for the feedback :)
fish gotta swim: Wentworthjunalele on May 26th, 2008 09:32 pm (UTC)
Maybe a little less by the end of the season, but definitely smug in the first episodes.
Defintely less confident and less enjoying himself but I think over all - he just loves to think and plan and he loves the thrill, the adrenaline. He still feels the panic and the horror but yeah.