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18 August 2007 @ 03:45 pm
Prison Break - Marilyn's Chronicles: She Knows  
Title: Marilyn's Chronicles: She Knows
Author: clair_de_lune
Characters: Michael, and well...
Rating: G
Summary: She knows what he’s here for. She knows what he’s doing.
Beta: recycledfaery (English version). The original version of this drabble can be found here.



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She knows what he’s here for. She knows what he’s doing. She even has an idea on how he plans to do it. She sometimes crosses his path in the pipes, corridors, and air ducts, quiet and furtive, even if he had never noticed her presence. He’s not the only one wandering around. He may be cautious and quiet, but he’ll never be as good at it as she is. She feels sorry for him, but he’s not equipped for that.

She knows why Michael is here, at Fox River, and she knows why he’s here now, in this special place. He needs something: he’s not a bad guy, but he always needs something. He always wants something from somebody. It’s all right... It’s prison... You have to give something if you want to get something. She’s aware of that: she’s been here longer than him; she could teach him a few things about this place.

And right now, she also needs something. She has to admit she’s not unhappy to see him. She had been so unsettled by the noises, the violence, the sirens, the running around, the screaming – all that fuss induced by the riots. She ran away. She got lost for the first time in years. She cannot find her marks. So, she’s not unhappy to see him, even though she knows he has his own agenda. Looking for her, rescuing her is the least he can do, if you consider that she got lost because of him.

“Come on, kitty.”

Kitty? She arches her back. Granted, he’s nice and polite, even respectful to Charles, but he really lacks the basic social skills. Does he not know her name?

“Come on,” he says again.

Marilyn, she meows faintly but of course, he doesn’t understand. They never understand – only Charles does.

“Yes, that’s a good girl.”

Rrrr, she really doesn’t need that kind of sweet talking. Who does he think she is? The pretty doctor in the infirmary? (Ah, does he really think that nobody has noticed? Nobody has seen that he’s enjoying those visits just a bit more than he should be?)

Carrying her is thoughtful, though. She has done so much running and scampering during the previous few days that the soft padding of her paws is hurting. Those damn grids on the floor are a nightmare.

He hides her in his jacket and she clutches onto his clothes, her claws sinking into the fabric because, honestly, you can never know with people who aren’t well acquainted with animals – and he doesn’t strike her as someone who has had a lot of animals in his life. But it looks like he won’t let her fall. He’s even using his free hand to scratch her between the ears, then around her chops. Her whiskers twitches and she has to admit that she’s purring a bit. Quite a bit. She can understand why the pretty doctor’s eyes are shining and her hair is all neat and nice when he’s around. Now, if only he had something other than some mouse to give her to eat – maybe some meat leftovers... – she might consider him a friend and do whatever it takes so Charles get that he’s a pretty decent and trustable Human.

Well... no food, but he does rub her under the chin; that will do it – it’s her favorite spot. She appreciatively stretches out her neck and blinks at him. He briefly shows his teeth: she has learnt that this is a display of delight or fun, not some threat. He seems to think she’s lovely and, Rrrr, she’s used to that because she is lovely, but reassurance is always nice.

She knows what she’s here for, hidden in his jacket, as they’re wandering through the corridors, getting out into the yard and crossing it towards Charles. She’s here because he wants something from Charles, and she’s... well not some bargaining chip. She’s a gift. She likes the idea of being a gift; she’s totally worthy of that description. And she likes the idea of going back to Charles, she misses him.

As for Michael, she knows what he’s here for, and she hopes he’ll achieve his goal. She knows he deserves it.

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Recycledfaery: Stock - starbucks mug and wafflerecycledfaery on August 18th, 2007 03:08 pm (UTC)
I really liked this one. It was so funny. You got Marilyn down very well, just like a cat...

Anyway, I'm going to friend you ok?
Clair de Lune: origami - canardclair_de_lune on August 19th, 2007 07:17 am (UTC)
Thank you.

Anyway, I'm going to friend you ok?
Sure :-) I friended you back.
nicky_jinicky_ji on August 18th, 2007 05:36 pm (UTC)
That was so cool! I have never read a story with Charles' cat in it before.
Clair de Lune: pb - michael4clair_de_lune on August 19th, 2007 07:20 am (UTC)
Thanks. I wrote a whole series of Marilyn's POV : Lincoln, T-Bag, Sara, Abruzzi, Sucre... - not sure I'll translate all of them, though ^^
nicky_jinicky_ji on August 19th, 2007 08:49 am (UTC)
You should definately translate some. It is interesting to read about these characters from an outside perspective.
alienmom: WMalienmom on August 11th, 2008 01:22 am (UTC)
i second that motion! must translate the marilyn series for us english speakers.

lovely story!

Rrrr, she really doesn’t need that kind of sweet talking. Who does he think she is? The pretty doctor in the infirmary? (Ah, does he really think that nobody has noticed? Nobody has seen that he’s enjoying those visits just a bit more than he should be?)

so true! marilyn is so smart...like all cats!
Clair de Lune: pb - michael4clair_de_lune on August 11th, 2008 01:55 pm (UTC)
Thank you :D
I did translate all her POVs. I'm merely digging up the first one before I post the others - I just have to make the grammar corrections my beta 'suggested'...

so true! marilyn is so smart...like all cats!
Hehe, he won't fool her! ^^
Jules: pic#78103984darkwriter69 on August 11th, 2008 04:49 am (UTC)
What a beautiful fic Clair

I'm so glad you translated this. You got Marilyn's egotism down perfectly.
Clair de Lune: pb - michael2clair_de_lune on August 11th, 2008 01:56 pm (UTC)
Thanks so much. I'm happy you liked it.
As for Marilyn, I'm afraid that she's a bit full of herself ;)
Genevievemsgenevieve on August 11th, 2008 10:28 am (UTC)
He seems to think she’s lovely and, Rrrr, she’s used to that because she is lovely, but reassurance is always nice.

Even if I didn't already know you owned a cat, this sentence would totally give you away. *g*

What a delightful little story this is!
Clair de Lune: pb - michael3clair_de_lune on August 11th, 2008 02:02 pm (UTC)
They do know when we find them cute *snorts*

Thanks a lot. It started like a joke or a crackfic, really, and before I even realized it, I'd written five more... What can I say? ;-)
Viva: Cat In Your Icon Bein' All Cutechapter_stork on August 17th, 2008 07:52 pm (UTC)
Hello! I remember reading this quite a while back at pbf.net and wanted to drop you a line and say I loved it just as much the second time. I adore the cats-eye POV and Marilyn's insights into Michael's character. She is so generous, the way she tolerates the humans, LOL. Great fic.
Clair de Lune: pb - michael4clair_de_lune on August 18th, 2008 10:57 am (UTC)
Awww, what a cute icon *_*

A while back indeed! (You left a comment over there too :)) I initially posted this ficlet last year, but I translated the other POVs recently.

She is so generous, the way she tolerates the humans
She is, isn't she? Putting up with their weirdness and foolishness... *g*

Thanks a lot!