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26 May 2009 @ 09:45 pm
Prison Break - On the Fence  
Title: On the Fence (French version)
Author: clair_de_lune
Characters: Michael/Sucre, underlying Michael/Lincoln
Category: Slash
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~ 735
Disclaimer: Not mine. Just borrowing them for a while.
Summary: For that, Lincoln would almost thank Sucre. Or you know, punch him in the face. Lincoln hasn’t quite made up his mind about that yet.
Author’s Note: Many thanks to tuesdaeschild for the beta.


Written based on a prompt by camille_miko: Lincoln’s reaction – who never gave in to his attraction for Michael – to Michael and Sucre’s relationship.

Something is going on. Lincoln becomes aware of that a few hours after Michael and he buried their father.

‘Something’ is a neutral, non descriptive way to set out the situation. Lincoln doesn’t really want to imagine how far things might have gone, but he has a pretty good idea. Michael may be aloof and unreadable to anyone else, but he can’t fool him. Lincoln knows those looks, that way to talk, to brush without ever actually touching, that half-smile. They were aimed at him for years. Sometimes still are. It never went further than slightly too tight embraces, and on a couple of occasions, an inadvertent kiss – or not – skimming over the corner of his mouth. He never let the situation spin out of control; he wants to believe that, despite everything, Michael wouldn’t have indulged either if Lincoln had left him the chance to. In their own peculiar way, they kept it reasonable. It doesn’t make anything easier today.

He’s left Michael alone in the car with Sucre for five minutes. When he comes back, both men are quiet, Sucre staring at a remote, imaginary point, Michael focused on the piece of paper he’s folding and re-folding. They’re faintly out of breath, as though they had broken into a run, rather than Lincoln, Sucre’s eyes a bit too shiny, Michael’s cheeks and neck a bit too red, the tension palpable between them.

OK. Lincoln sits behind the wheel and grips it, forcing himself to breathe slowly. OK.

He would almost thank Sucre because, in spite of his red cheeks and sad eyes, Michael displays some serenity. Because for the first time, the too tight bond between Michael and Lincoln is loosening up and leaving room for someone else, making their relationship a bit more sane. A bit less extravagant, anyway. For that, Lincoln would almost thank Sucre. Or you know, punch him in the face. Lincoln hasn’t quite made up his mind about that yet.

He would almost be envious of Sucre for being allowed to touch, kiss, caress Michael; for being allowed to want him without feeling guilty. Lincoln would bet that Sucre does feel guilty, but the guy has really no idea of what true guilt is – the kind of shame that keeps you awake for hours and bends you over the toilets in the wee hours of the morning, a sour taste in your mouth. He would almost be envious of Sucre, but he’s not quite there because between crazy passion and brotherly affection, Lincoln has chosen brotherly affection. He’s almost positive that there still is a hint of passion and that he gets, actually, the long end of the stick.

He would almost warn Sucre, would take him aside and let him know in a few words that if, one way or another, if Michael is hurt because of Sucre, then Lincoln will take the necessary corrective measures. Michael has already been hurt enough. But Sucre barely dares meet Lincoln’s eyes. Either he’s afraid of his reaction if Lincoln knows about how far things are going on with Michael, or he already knows what Lincoln would do.

“You going to start driving, Linc?”

Michael’s hand negligently grazes his arm, burning him through the fabric of his sleeve. He pictures that hand on Sucre’s skin, sliding and stroking; he pictures Sucre’s hands on Michael, and he wants to hit something or someone. Sucre probably, Michael maybe. He also wants to sigh in relief and repeat like a mantra that it’s better like that.

His hands still clutching the wheel, he slowly turns his head and stares at his brother. He’s curious to know what Sucre would do if Lincoln leant in and kissed Michael, here, now, in front of him. He wonders how Michael would react. He won’t do that because he doesn’t want to screw up everything for Michael, expose him to Sucre’s questions and interrogations. And he doesn’t want to know if Sucre is a second choice for Michael, a choice he made for lack of another option. It wouldn’t be fair for Sucre, it wouldn’t be fair for Michael, it wouldn’t be fair for himself.

There is tenderness, a dash of amusement and apologies in the way Michael gazes at him. And also, despite the situation, a little glee. Lincoln sighs. While pondering whether he should shake Sucre’s hand for that or kick his ass, he pulls away and drives off.

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Clair de Lune: pb - sucreclair_de_lune on May 28th, 2009 07:16 pm (UTC)
The two of them were definitely up to no good in that car *g*

I'm glad you liked it. Thanks for taking the time to comment :)
Fedsecondavisione on May 27th, 2009 12:37 am (UTC)
You know, I'm not really into slash.

But I found this fic very beautiful, because it's all about 'guessing' and 'reading between the line'.

Your writing is truly amazing! :)
Clair de Lune: pb - michael3clair_de_lune on May 28th, 2009 07:17 pm (UTC)
It's Lincoln's point of view and he so doesn't want to have a clear picture of what might have happened, I suppose it suits that the fic remains in the 'guessing' range. To be honest, my slash stories are usually more explicit than this one, though :p

I'm flattered you ventured to read it even though the genre isn't necessarily your cup of tea. Thank you for the feedback :D
etherealflaimetherealflaim on May 27th, 2009 11:07 pm (UTC)
*bounces* *catches himself and sits still*

Oh, that is so very Lincoln... Almost this, not quite that, barely another... He's never fully anything until it's already too late.

Lovely, m'dear ^_^
~EF
Clair de Lune: pb - lincoln2clair_de_lune on May 28th, 2009 07:17 pm (UTC)
Hey there! You back?

Poor Linc. Even when he does the right thing, he can't be at peace ^_^

Thanks a lot *bows*
Noraputu2sleep on May 28th, 2009 11:39 pm (UTC)
I like the way you wrote this. It feels like there is a war waging between Lincoln's heart and his brain. I have this feeling reading it, that Lincoln thinks he may be near the end of his ability to entice Michael, and wonders if he should "go for it," or "let it go." Either way, they both win, and they both loose.

Because for the first time, the too tight bond between Michael and Lincoln is loosening up and leaving room for someone else, making their relationship a bit more sane.
--Although I liked the whole tone of the story, and many lines stand out, this one was particularly intriguing to me.

Great story from Lincoln's perspective. He is a good guy!
Clair de Lune: pb - lincoln2clair_de_lune on May 30th, 2009 02:33 pm (UTC)
I have this feeling reading it, that Lincoln thinks he may be near the end of his ability to entice Michael

You have a point. The mere fact that Michael is moving on is a proof, and this may be Lincoln's last opportunity to change his mind.

Either way, they both win, and they both loose

I agree with you that it's a no win / no lose situation. Either Lincoln goes for it, and they get what they want, along with an unhealthy relationship, or he lets go, which is the wise but not necessarily appealing thing to do.
... Um, I was evil with them, including Sucre who finds himself in the middle of the mess, when I wrote this ^_^

He is a good guy!

He is, and trying to do the right thing here. I've written a bunch of Michael/Lincoln fics but whevener one of them tries to hold back, it's always Lincoln. It makes sense to me - Lincoln did stupid things and ended up in jail, but the crazy plan to break him out? Michael's. If I had more inspiration, I'd like to try to reverse the dynamics just once to see out it would play out o_O
Maz (or foxxy!): A Little Joytuesdaeschild on June 2nd, 2009 11:00 am (UTC)
If I had more inspiration, I'd like to try to reverse the dynamics just once to see out it would play out o_O

DO IT!! I'll help with the inspiration if I can! :)
Clair de Lune: pb - michael3clair_de_lune on June 2nd, 2009 08:41 pm (UTC)
Hm, I'll keep the offer in mind ^___^
amodalie: M/Lamodalie on May 29th, 2009 01:48 pm (UTC)
Is it me or are there a lot of MiSu fics popping up these days? Not that I'm complaining. These two have always had a magnificent chemistry.

Great story! I like the undecidedness of Lincoln's mind. He knows he should be glad for Michael but is still jealous. I'm totally with him on the fence. I'm a Michael/Lincoln girl in my heart of hearts, that's why I understand the sadness and melancholy of Linc's revelation. But then... realistically spoken there *is* more sanity in a relationship with Sucre.

There is tenderness, a dash of amusement and apologies in the way Michael gazes at him.

Aww, I love how easily they communicate. Probably Lincoln will kick Sucre's ass first, then shake his hand ;-)
Clair de Lune: pb - michael sucreclair_de_lune on May 30th, 2009 02:35 pm (UTC)
Is it me or are there a lot of MiSu fics popping up these days?

*nods* I saw a few too. That being said, I'm afraid that, once again, it's just an old ficlet I translated :-p

To be honest, I rarely write Michael/Sucre. It doesn't work for me, I don't see it: they're too obviously buddies for me to 'slash' them. But I saw the prompt and well... ;-)

I'm a Michael/Lincoln girl too (and a Michael/Sara one but that's not the point here) but of course, there is no way to deny that it would be a twisted, to say the least, relationship. So kuddos to Lincoln for making the wise choice - even if he still feels like punching something.

Probably Lincoln will kick Sucre's ass first, then shake his hand ;-)
Works for me. Poor Linc needs a way to cool and calm down before he can move on ;-)
Maz (or foxxy!): M and S friendstuesdaeschild on June 2nd, 2009 10:57 am (UTC)
I made a little time this morning to re-read this in it's posted form and gosh, I love it even more!

I think you have painted Lincoln brilliantly; that fine line he walks between his need for his brother and his determination to not act on that need.

And the idea of blushing, breathless Michael and Sucre both looking slightly guilty is completely adorable.

You are so darn good at these gorgeous one-shots, sweetheart! This one is a prime example of just how good! :)
Clair de Lune: pb - sucreclair_de_lune on June 2nd, 2009 08:40 pm (UTC)
*waves* Thanks for stopping by! You liked it even more in its posted form? Mmm, it has to be the visuals *points up to icon* *g*

The prompt asked for Linc's reaction to Michael and Sucre's relationship and, when I first wrote it, I felt a bit like I'd cheated because he doesn't actually choose - and neither do I. But I guess he would feel quite mitigated.

that fine line he walks

And he never falls. As putu2sleep said, he is a good guy.

And the idea of blushing, breathless Michael and Sucre both looking slightly guilty is completely adorable.

Sucre makes pretty much anything adorable *pinches his cheeks*
waka waka ê-oê: prison break | sad!sarapurplesealion2 on June 24th, 2009 02:24 am (UTC)
oh, gosh. it made me want to hold lincoln so hard i cant even describe.
awesome! :)

(sorry for bad english. brazilian girl :/)
Clair de Lune: pb - lincoln2clair_de_lune on June 25th, 2009 08:05 pm (UTC)
Poor Linc is angsting a bit. I'm mean to him here. He knows what he should do, but he's not necessarily happy with it.

Thanks a lot for reading and commenting. I'm glad you enjoyed this.

(I appreciate the comment even more, knowing you took the time to write it in a language that's not your mother tongue :-))
Annie: PB William Fitchnerout_there on July 2nd, 2009 01:43 am (UTC)
That was a very interesting take on Linc -- a clever combination of his tendency to use his fists to solve problems and his very protective, caring side -- and I love the subtlety of this, the gentle way the story builds through sharp, simple details.
Clair de Lune: pbclair_de_lune on July 2nd, 2009 07:07 pm (UTC)
Indeed. I meant it to be merely about him being torn between what he - maybe -wants and what he knows he should do, but you're right, it reflects those aspects of his personality too. I'm glad it came out that way in the fic because I enjoyed this duality.

Thanks a lot for commenting :)