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14 August 2010 @ 06:33 pm
Prison Break - Rubber Band  
Title: Rubber Band
Author: clair_de_lune
Fandom: Prison Break
Characters: Michael/Sara, Lincoln
Category: Gen, het
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~ 285
Disclaimer: Not mine. Just borrowing them for a while.
Summary: The first time, it was a confession whispered in her neck that shocked her. (Post-series, non-epilogue compliant.)
Author’s Note: Written for rosie_spleen’s Bleeding Cuticles Challenge (Day 11). Prompt by lizparker6.

Beta: Thanks to tuesdaeschild.
Prompt by lizparker6: Michael/Sara, non-epilogue compliant and the sentence “If we were back in school, I would consider you way out of my league.” Prompts are still welcome here.

“Self-esteem, Scofield.”

Sara’s voice snaps like a whip. Like a token rubber band around a wrist. It’s coupled with an actual flick on the inside of Michael’s wrist that makes him slightly jolt in his chair.

The first time, it was a confession whispered in her neck that shocked her. If we were back in school, I would consider you way out of my league. He said it in a playful tone, but beneath the charade, it was the most serious joke she’d ever heard. It had been the first one in a recurring series of similar comments. From the reports she’d read at Fox River, from her conversation with his therapist in Chicago, even from Lincoln’s grumbled remarks, she knew about Michael’s issue. But there was a gap between knowing and experiencing it firsthand.

On the other side of table, Lincoln shakes his head. Been there, done that for thirty years. It never fails to make him mad, but he’s learned to live with it, and he tries not to badger Michael anymore – not too often, at least.

They’re on the veranda of Michael and Sara’s small bungalow, evening sun setting on the beach and salted sea-breeze pleasant in the warm end of the day. Maybe it’s because of the breeze that Michael’s cheeks don’t turn red like each time Lincoln had chastised him in the past for the very same reason Sara just did. He doesn’t blush, apologize, try to provide an explanation or distract them with a witty retort. He merely smiles and moves on.

Lincoln raises his beer to Sara.

She soothes the sharp flick she gave Michael on the soft skin on the inside of his wrist with a circling, appeasing stroke of her thumb.

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--Comments are aways welcome.
Current Mood: rushedrushed
bebeascarpetta on August 14th, 2010 06:16 pm (UTC)
Truly love your way with words.Makes you actually feel the sting on his wrist.
Clair de Lune: pb - michael sara 2clair_de_lune on August 15th, 2010 12:26 pm (UTC)
That's tough love - not that harsh, that said - but still love ;)
Thanks a lot.
Genevieve: au is the new canon by sezmsgenevieve on August 15th, 2010 12:40 am (UTC)
If it were at all legal, I would like to marry this fic.

Perfect. Just perfect.

Clair de Lune: pb - michael sara 3clair_de_lune on August 15th, 2010 12:26 pm (UTC)
If we could marry fics, I'd probably be in trouble for polygamy.

Thank you :)
Rosie: Michael/Sara 401rosie_spleen on August 15th, 2010 06:44 am (UTC)
This is fantastic, lady. LOVED the whip of the rubber against the wrist and how the reader immediately suspects what's going on. The final sentence is gorgeous too. The healing from the pain.

Love it. really different and very original.

PS, I sometimes need the old rubber band too.
Clair de Lune: pb - michael saraclair_de_lune on August 15th, 2010 12:27 pm (UTC)
I'm not sure this is what the prompting lady had in mind, but how to not bring up Michael' self-esteem issue with this kind of prompt?

Carrot and stick suit Sara. I picture her quietly unrelenting in her way to give affection, and not taking crap from him.

PS: Would you rather have Michael or Sara snapping that rubber band? Or Lincoln? Lincoln might be a bit less... subtle o_O

Edited at 2010-08-15 12:28 pm (UTC)
Rosie: Ohhhhhrosie_spleen on August 16th, 2010 12:34 am (UTC)
LOL @ Lincoln flicking the rubber band. Gosh, that would be hideous. It would HURT more than snap at the skin.

Although, if I really, really needed it, I think I would get Lincoln to do it. More pain, more gain ; )

In your fic, though, it was important that Sara did it to Michael, rather than the other way around, for sure.

But for me? Bring it, Lincoln!
The depressed optimist: PB - Deb's Photo Walllizparker6 on August 15th, 2010 08:28 pm (UTC)
Oh, youve made even better with my prompt that I could ever hope for!! Seriously Clair, this is a gem! I hoped youd pick up michael and his self-esteem issues, but youve managed the topic so brilliantly I am lost for words.:)

Thank you!
Clair de Lune: pb - michael sara 3clair_de_lune on August 16th, 2010 09:06 pm (UTC)
Thank you, Liz. The way your prompt was worded, it seemed to ask for something a bit more... upbeat and playful than what I came up with *g* so I'm glad you liked the result nonetheless :)