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01 June 2009 @ 11:51 am
Prison Break - Back to Chicago (1/4)  
Title: Back to Chicago (1/4) (French version)
Author: clair_de_lune
Characters: Michael, Lincoln, Sara, LJ (Michael/Sara, LJ/OFC)
Categories: Gen, het
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine. Just borrowing them for a while.
Summary: “Do you at least remember why you’ve fallen out with each other?” (Post-series)
Author’s Note: This is the translation of a story I wrote ages ago: anything that happened post mid-season 2 is not taken into account (in other words: definitely non-canon-compliant). Many thanks to torigates for the beta.

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Part One

The guard asks him for his invitation and an ID.

Sure, she’s a young woman, pretty, wearing a smart grey pants suit, her hairdo and make-up absolutely perfect, but she’s a guard, not a hostess, and she won’t hesitate to deny him access if he can’t prove he’s actually who he pretends to be. He assumes it’s the price to pay – there’s always a price to pay – and he searches the inside pocket of his jacket. Before he can get a grasp on his wallet, though, someone calls, “Uncle Mike!” and LJ comes out from the alley.

“Thanks, you can let him in,” he says. The woman doesn’t seem to be so sure, her eyes going back and forth between the two men. “Don’t worry, I know who I’ve invited,” LJ jokes.

Quietly, Michael pulls out his wallet and hands her the required documents. She takes them with a relieved smile, checks his picture, checks her list.

“Thank you, Sir.”

Throughout the last couple of years, he’s seen LJ about once a month. Sometimes, he comes to Chicago and sometimes, LJ goes to Seattle. Michael likes Seattle: it’s far from Illinois, and it’s grey and cold enough so that no one is surprised that he wears long sleeves most of the year. Automatically, he adjusts his watch on his wrist and pulls a bit on the starched cuffs of his dress shirt. He guesses he could have the tattoo removed. Not all of it, of course, but at least the most visible tidbits. One way or another, he never was able to do it. The symbols covering half of his body can be quite inconvenient, but they’re a constant reminder of a part of his life he doesn’t have the slightest intention to disavow.

LJ clasps his shoulder and leads him towards the house at the end of the neat, graveled alley.

Of course, the years before that – years he spent in jail in Tulsa – it was always LJ who came to see him. Twice a month, no more than four visits missed in nine years and only because the kid really didn’t have a choice. Back then, the tattoo wasn’t an issue. Well, not the same kind of issue, anyway.

He’s seen LJ many times since Linc’s name was cleared, since Sara made it and survived the Company’s goons, since he surrendered to the police to serve his initial sentence – and a tad more. He’s seen him in law courts, in jail visiting rooms, in quiet coffee shops, in his own apartment, in LJ and Elizabeth’s living room. He’s seen him depressed, happy, relieved, nervous, furious, excited. But today is the first time he’s seen him standing in the luxurious garden of Sara Tancredi’s residence, about to cry and laugh at the same time.

“How is Elizabeth?” he asks him.

“As good as I am.” He smiles. “Like someone who’s getting married. One hour ago, she was about to go ballistic on... pretty much anyone talking to her. Since then, I’m not allowed in the room anymore, so you’ll have to ask Sara.” No reaction, of course. Not that LJ expected one, but... yeah, well, he did hope for one. “Or Patty,” he sighs. “I’m glad you’re here, Uncle Mike.”

They’ve reached the house – when an edifice has twenty rooms, three levels and marble columns, LJ’s not sure ‘house’ is an appropriate term, but it’s what Sara calls it. The gardens are flawless; the green lawn seems to shine under the spring sun as if it’s been polished; seats and an arbor covered with white and yellow flowers have been set by the side of the house; and more than one hundred people are laughing and chatting.

Michael can almost hear his throat working when he swallows hard.

“I’m glad to be here, LJ.”

And it’s not even a lie.

He spots him quickly in the middle of the crowd. He spots them quickly, it’s not like they could go unnoticed. Lincoln is taller than most of the guests, and when Sara walks down to him, she’s followed by a guy wearing a black suit and an earphone. And even if they had been more unnoticeable, anonymous in the gathering, he probably would have spotted them in a blink of an eye, because they’re all he can see. Conversations suddenly seem less loud, and all the other guests are merged in a grey, dull mass. Barely a nuisance. It’s fascinating how someone like him, so often assaulted by details, can ignore them right now.

Standing still near LJ, he watches his brother and his... He realizes he doesn’t know how to define Sara; he doesn’t know what Sara is or was to him. So, he watches his brother and Sara kiss one another like old pals, happy and totally comfortable with each other, Sara’s hand resting on Lincoln’s arm. She leans in when she speaks to Lincoln so that the guard can’t overhear, telling him something that elicits a burst of laughter, and Michael suddenly takes in that his brother and Sara are old pals. They’ve rubbed shoulders for over ten years. Sara probably knows Linc better than she knows Michael – she would probably tell him that she doesn’t really know him. Thinking about it, maybe he doesn’t know her and doesn’t know Linc anymore. Ten years.

“Uncle Mike? You want a drink?”

He can hear the question, but he doesn’t actually understand it; he keeps watching them and something twists deep in his stomach. Jealousy, he muses, is not a noble or pleasant feeling, but still, he’d like to know who is jealous of, actually, Lincoln or Sara. Ten years. Probably both of them, to be honest.

LJ authoritatively hands him a glass of juice. He feels its coolness in the palm of his hand, the condensation moistening his fingers.

He knows both of them are all right because LJ told him so – obviously, Sara’s even more than all right. It’s totally deserved. He just wishes they talk to him and smile to him the way they’re talking together and smiling to each other. Not that there’s anyone but him to blame for the current situation. He sips on his drink. Self-pity, he admits, is not noble or pleasant either.

He keeps his eyes trained on them as they go inside the house, Linc’s hand cozily grazing Sara’s elbow. LJ is staring at him, and Michael turns around to face his nephew. He thought there would be understanding, maybe pity on LJ’s face, but all he can see is challenge. Ah. He probably used all the sympathy he could hope to get from the kid.

When he glances at the house again, it’s to see Sara’s goon securely closing the door.

“Uncle Mike? You know what I’d like as a wedding gift, huh?”

He forces himself to delve back into the conversation.

“I kind of hope it’s a silver soup tureen because I got exactly the one Elizabeth was looking for.”

LJ doesn’t blink and, even though it asks him a bit of effort, doesn’t smile either.

“We’ve been living together for one and a half year and we’ve never needed a soup tureen. Even less a silver one. You know what I’d like as a wedding gift,” he says again, this time around with an affirmative tone. He looks at Michael with that exact same expression Lincoln sometimes used on him in another life. And truth be told, even years later, it’s still working.

“You know what emotional blackmail is, don’t you, LJ?”

“Yeah,” he answers evenly, “and I’ve never minded using it.”

= = =

TBC

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Genevieve: awesome sarah by sezmsgenevieve on June 1st, 2009 11:02 am (UTC)
Eeieieieieieeee!

This is a fabulous start. Cue me obsessively refreshing my flist for updates, damn you. I want to know everything. Why isn't he talking to them? What happened?! WILL YOU MAKE IT RIGHT IN THE END?

*breathes*

Uh, yes. Thanks for this. LOL.
Clair de Lune: s.w.calliesclair_de_lune on June 1st, 2009 11:46 am (UTC)
lol, I'll be posting a part per day: I didn't want to clog my flist with several entries, but I didn't want either to post it in a single entry because I'm weird because it's not supposed to be a one shot.

WILL YOU MAKE IT RIGHT IN THE END?

WHAT DO YOU THINK? *g* Hint: It's my cope-with-crappy-storylines-and-crappier-ending translation, just the way The Time They Need was my cope-with-damn-HIAB translation.

That being said, I'm not sure the "why" matters that much. I'm afraid, even when I initially wrote it, it already was nothing but a pretext for a happy ending :-p

Thanks back at you ;)

Edited at 2009-06-01 11:46 am (UTC)
Genevieve: brothers by sezmsgenevieve on June 1st, 2009 01:06 pm (UTC)
What do I think? I think I'll be refreshing my flist obsessively, lol!

Julesdarkwriter69 on June 1st, 2009 04:35 pm (UTC)
Clair, I need to know why only LJ is talking to Michael. Tomorrow is too long to wait!

*obsessively refreshes flist*
Clair de Lune: pb - trio2clair_de_lune on June 1st, 2009 04:48 pm (UTC)
*iz nervous and worries you're disappointed because really there is no big mystery* It's something I wrote at the beginning of the second season and it was supposed to be a possible ending. It made sense back then, I hope it's still the case - granted the reader discards half of the show just to humor me.

Um... Maybe it's something I should have considered before translating it *g*
Peter Pan: PB - Perfect !sunnydust on June 1st, 2009 05:24 pm (UTC)
Ooooh nice !!!

hmmm...Ok, now would be a good time to run off to read the French version because I can (and can't wait to read the entire fic) *G* (and also damn I think I've missed it !)
Clair de Luneclair_de_lune on June 1st, 2009 06:11 pm (UTC)
Oh, a French speaking fellow fan! *waves*

You may find out that the French version is part of a rather tentacular ensemble of fics *facepalm* A recap is posted here and, um, did I mention 'tentacular'? ;)

Thank you :D
Peter Pan: Txt - don't tell we knowsunnydust on June 1st, 2009 06:16 pm (UTC)
Oui ! *waves back*


And I'm swimming through it right now *g*
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Clair de Lune: pb - michael3clair_de_lune on June 1st, 2009 06:14 pm (UTC)
when it comes to fanfics and PB and everything that's originally in English, I like the English version better

I know what you mean *nods* (Not to mention that writing in English... easier and more comfortable for NC-17 stuff :-p) even if I still write in French every now and then. I'd miss it if I didn't.

I am. Tomorrow. Glad you found this part interesting :)

Don't you mean, 'Gen'? ;)

I totally do *is off to fix that* Thanks!
torogitorogi on June 1st, 2009 06:02 pm (UTC)
OH, this is intriguing! I had to re-read it twice to actually realize WHOA!the drama. I have so many questions, I love it.
Clair de Lune: pb - sara3clair_de_lune on June 1st, 2009 07:21 pm (UTC)
I hope it wasn't too confusing: exposition scenes can be tricky to write :-p

Thanks so much for commenting. I'm glad you enjoyed it :)
Jackie: LJ: Yellow jumpsuityougottaletmego on June 1st, 2009 06:16 pm (UTC)
Eeeeh! I love it!! :) Amazing job so far. I can't wait to find out the big mystery. Then again any story with LJ is amazing in my book. But this is GREAT. Ahh update soon please please please! Love <3333333

p.s. where did you get your mood theme? *is jealous and wants it* hahahaha
Clair de Lune: origami - canardclair_de_lune on June 1st, 2009 07:26 pm (UTC)
*bites nails* I'm not sure there is big mystery. It's just something I wrote a while ago and that was meant to be a possible ending, but... nothing really mysterious.

I won't pretend the story revolve around LJ, but he'll make another appearance later.
Thanks for reading and for the enthusiastic comment :D

If I remember right, the mood theme was made by awakencordy, but I don't have the link to it anymore :(

Edited at 2009-06-01 07:26 pm (UTC)
sk56sk56 on June 1st, 2009 06:18 pm (UTC)
This is a treat -- believable characterizations, enough mystery to make waiting for the next chapter exciting, and some deft writing.

“You know what emotional blackmail is, don’t you, LJ?”

“Yeah,” he answers evenly, “and I’ve never minded using it.”


snark.
Clair de Lune: pb - trioclair_de_lune on June 1st, 2009 07:27 pm (UTC)
snark

Yep. He's his uncle's nephew for sure ;)

Thank your for the kind feedback. I hope you'll enjoy the resolution as well!
The depressed optimist: PB - Wedding - SARA/SUCRE gossiplizparker6 on June 1st, 2009 09:14 pm (UTC)
Uhuhuuuuuuu.....

INTRIGUED to the top and cannot wait for more, totally forgetting bout some stupid stuff called finals i am having 2morrow...lol

THANK YOU!
Clair de Luneclair_de_lune on June 2nd, 2009 04:40 pm (UTC)
Thanks a lot, Liz.

And on a side note... jeez, young lady! You should have been sleeping. I hope the finals went well.
Tori: pb | bleak | always on the runtorigates on June 1st, 2009 11:03 pm (UTC)
You know I think this is great! :)
Clair de Lune: pb - michael sara 2clair_de_lune on June 2nd, 2009 04:40 pm (UTC)
You know I think you're great ;)

Thanks, Tori. Re-reading it, I'm a bit worried because it feels somewhat 'out-dated' so that you read the whole fic and liked it is a comfort.
Maz (or foxxy!): Soulmatestuesdaeschild on June 2nd, 2009 11:12 am (UTC)
Look!! This is me reading Michael/Sara!! I do actually read quite a bit of it...still trying to write something more than one single AU though!

It's very sad right now, isn't it? That Michael can only look in through the window and observe how comfortable Lincoln and Sara are together is heart-breaking, though I don't begrudge the two of them that comfort. I'm just so sad for Michael. :(

God Bless LJ!! He certainly does know what emotional blackmail is and I'm glad he knows how to use it!!

*runs of to next part*
Clair de Lune: pb - michael saraclair_de_lune on June 2nd, 2009 04:42 pm (UTC)
hehe, I know you read your share of Michael/Sara ;)

still trying to write something more than one single AU though

You know what you need? A plot bunny *blinks innocently* No? Not enough carrots to feed all the bunnies?

It is sad, but back then already, I tended to focus on the 'none of them is dead, whatever happened it still can be fixed' aspect. So you know... it still can be fixed ;) In the fic anyway *grumbles*

Thanks, Foxy *hugs*
Maz (or foxxy!): Genius and Doctortuesdaeschild on June 3rd, 2009 11:18 am (UTC)
You know what you need? A plot bunny *blinks innocently* No? Not enough carrots to feed all the bunnies?

I've been up all night uprooting organic carrots for the bunnies already in the warren!! *ponders* But what's one more amongst the millions, huh?!! I do want to write something canon but happy...just struggling for inspiration!

Yes, you're right that it still can be fixed in fic! That's why we love fanfiction so much, right?!! :)

You're welcome, sweetheart. :)
Clair de Lune: pb - michael sara 2clair_de_lune on June 6th, 2009 03:00 pm (UTC)
But what's one more amongst the millions, huh?!!

Um, you totally have a point here. Go and open a new Word doc now!! *g*

I do want to write something canon but happy...just struggling for inspiration!

Well, may a few questions help? When would do you like to set it? How 'much' canon? Would you like prompts? (what? I'm trying to be supportive :-p)
To be a bit more serious, I understand the 'struggling with inspiration' part. The show has been quite harsh on some muses recently *hugs*