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23 December 2011 @ 11:57 am
Prison Break - White Christmas  
Title: White Christmas
Author: clair_de_lune
Fandom: Prison Break
Pairing: Michael/Sara
Categories: Het, gen
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~ 680
Summary:. Depending on the year, the weather or their whim, they have a white Christmas or a blue Christmas. (Post-series, alternate canon)
Author’s Note: Written for tuesdaeschild’s request at uncuffmybrother. Thanks to msgenevieve for the beta. Any remaining mistakes are mine.


Requested by tuesdaeschild for the PB Christmas Gift Event at uncuffmybrother: Imagine there was a happy ending... It's Christmas Eve and Michael and Sara are sitting down to enjoy a well-earned glass of wine (or eggnog?) and talking about the preparations they've made for the children (they could have more than one by this time!) or the family visiting on Christmas Day. How would their conversation go?
The ficlet is actually set before Christmas Eve since Michael and Sara discuss said Christmas Eve, but I hope tuesdaeschild will let me get away with that small change in her prompt ;)


It’s a small apartment in a nice old building; an architecturally interesting building, as Michael put it. As far as Sara is concerned, the essential is there: a fireplace and deep sofas, eggnog and a tree with blinking fairy lights, Jingle Bells playing in the background, and fat snowflakes whirling lazily on the other side of the windows.

Nowadays, depending on the year, the weather or their whim, they have a white Christmas or a blue Christmas.

A blue Christmas means Costa Rica.

This year, as the snowflakes smudging their windows suggest, is obviously a white one; a Chicagoan one.

After a while, after Sara was cleared, after everything settled and they stopped watching over their shoulders for the tiniest threat, they started to miss Chicago. They had never thought they would, but there it was. Not to mention Michael Jr., who wanted to see where Mom and Dad and Uncle Linc had grown up and met, and fought for truth and life, and...

Yes, after a while, they had started to miss Chicago. They made the trip to the States a few times, booked hotel rooms a few years in a row, and eventually decided to buy a small pied à terre. They take up residence every now and then; sometimes revisiting old friends. And, depending on the year, the weather or their whim, they have a white Christmas, alternating with the Costa Rican blue ones.

It’s already dark outside – a silver-grey and snowy kind of dark – warm and bathed in soft golden light inside. Sara snuggles into her favorite armchair and lets Michael deal with the table plan for tomorrow night. Plans are his cup of tea, after all. She’d rather watch the fire, listen distractedly to Michael and sip eggnog; eggnog that he had made himself earlier because, “That ready-to-drink stuff tastes like everything but eggnog.”

“Will Mike be here for Christmas Eve?” Michael asks her, glancing up from his notebook.

“Of course.”

“Emma?” Sara grumbles into her cup. Not really a no, but not really a yes either. “Your daughter would better be here or I’ll bring her home by the back of the neck.”

Sara doesn’t even shift in her armchair, the easy familiarity of this old argument between the two of them making her smile. “How comes she’s your daughter when she graduates magna cum laude, but becomes mine when her job keeps her away?”

Michael throws her a sheepish look above the rim of his glasses. “Because she has all of your flaws, and that’s only one of the most adorable things you two share?”

“Smooth talker.”

“LJ?”

Sara nods.

“Linc?”

This time, her answer is a very unladylike snort, and Michael has to agree. As if they could get rid of Lincoln anyway.

“Sucre?”

She sighs and sets her empty cup on the coffee table.

“Michael. Everybody will be here. And I hate to break it to you, but everybody will sit where they want to sit, and nobody will give a damn to your plan. It will be a white Christmas, it will be perfect even if it’s a bit disorganized, and –”

She shuts up and quirks an inquisitive eyebrow as he lets go of his note pad and gets up from the couch. Making his way to her side, he bends down to kiss her; her cheek first, soft and chaste, her lips then, soft too but less chaste.

“I don’t really care where everybody sits,” he confesses to her. “I just want to make sure I sit next to you.”

She kisses him back, lingers, lets him taste the eggnog on her lips, and breathes in his cologne in his neck. It never gets old, his scent, his warmth, his voice. Yet, because after years of marriage, she might still be smitten but has never been a fool, she whispers again, “Smooth talker.”

He is; it doesn’t mean he doesn’t believe what he says, though, and she knows it.

He pulls her with him on the largest, deepest sofa, and wraps a white blanket around both of them.

FIN
 
 
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Maz (or foxxy!): Candlestuesdaeschild on December 23rd, 2011 01:35 pm (UTC)
Oh!! That little puddle of mushiness is me!!

Delightful! I love older Michael and Sara and he fussing and she reassuring him it will all be fine and the fact that it's impossible to get rid of Linc; like they'd truly want to! And Sucre!! You know I love Sucre!! And a daughter as well as Michael Junior is perfect!!

Even the scene, with fat snow flakes and their Chicagoan Christmas, is perfectly set and I can almost smell that Christmas tree smell and hear Jingle Bells...honestly, it's all so lovely and adorable and I don't care at all that you shifted them from Christmas Eve to pre-Christmas Eve! Michael needs to make sure he has time to make his plans!! And he may be a smooth talker but he's a very sincere smooth talker!

Thank you, my dear, dear friend!! Happy Christmas!!
*hugs you gratefully*


Clair de Lune: origami - canardclair_de_lune on December 24th, 2011 04:49 pm (UTC)
and the fact that it's impossible to get rid of Linc
He busted him out of jail! He's got to make sure Linc stick around, right? ;)
Sucre (which also implies Maricruz and Lila, obviously) could not not be there. As for a daughter, since you suggested they may have had other kids...

Michael needs to make sure he has time to make his plans!!
Indeed! Not that anyone will care if you listen to Sara, but well, we know he can't help it *g*

And he may be a smooth talker but he's a very sincere smooth talker!
You're absolutely right. He is, at least as long as Sara's concerned. He may play his cards well out of habit, but it comes from the bottom of his heart ;)

In my mind, this may be set in the same 'verse as Papis, even though I picture Sara and Michael younger here than in Papis, so... *points above about Sucre having to be there*

Merry Christmas, Foxy *hugs back*
Maz (or foxxy!): MS Hugstuesdaeschild on December 29th, 2011 03:19 pm (UTC)
Ooooh!! I meant to get back here over Christmas but the time just ran away; as it usually does!!

In my mind, this may be set in the same 'verse as Papis

Fits perfectly, in my opinion!! I also imagine Michael and Sara younger than they were in Papis but it still works perfectly. So yes, Sucre is compelled to be here in this one too!!

You certainly gave me all I could have asked for. :)
*hugs you*

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Clair de Lune: pb - michael saraclair_de_lune on December 24th, 2011 04:50 pm (UTC)
Aww, thank you! I'm so glad you liked it.

Captures their years together in a very special way.
I want to believe they're still smitten with each other, yet lucid and down-to-earth - especially Sara, apparently ;)

Thanks again!
Serendipityxxi: Booksserendipityxxi on December 24th, 2011 01:02 am (UTC)
Yes please! In 20 years this is them for sure! Love Michael planning the holiday so diligently! It's so Michael! Thanks for this trip to PB-land :)
Clair de Lune: pb - michael saraclair_de_lune on December 24th, 2011 04:50 pm (UTC)
Michael not planning something wouldn't be Michael. At least, this is not the risky kind of planning ;)

Thanks for reading and commenting, and happy you liked it :D
aqua_owlaqua_owl on December 24th, 2011 02:09 pm (UTC)
Awwwww! I love this, so perfect for the holidays! Love love the playful bickering after years of marriage... And of course Michael would never tolerate store bought eggnog. Michael and his sexy voice and smooth talking still going strong of course ;) :)
Clair de Lune: origami - canardclair_de_lune on December 24th, 2011 04:51 pm (UTC)
The bickering was fun to write. It's kind of... the legacy of the flirting in the infirmary? :-p
Ah yes, the voice! He has to know how to use it on Sara, huh?

Thank you for the nice comment :)
The depressed optimistlizparker6 on December 27th, 2011 10:54 am (UTC)
*grins*

very nice.:)
Clair de Lune: pb - michael sara 3clair_de_lune on December 27th, 2011 06:20 pm (UTC)
Thank you :)