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04 May 2012 @ 09:00 pm
Memory Lane  
As if I don't spam my friends list enough already with new Prison Break fics and because I miss the good ol'days, I thought I'd repost older stories twice a month. Trip down to memory lane.

I'll try to mix genres and pairings since there was a time when I wrote something else than PWP and Michael/Sara/Lincoln stories. There even was *gasps* gen fics ;)

A couple of weeks ago, I linked to The Time They Need, which is both Michael/Sara and gen, so let's try something different this time.

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Title: Six Past Midnight in a Jail
Author: clair_de_lune
Characters: Ensemble
Category: Gen
Rating: PG
Summary: The minutes before and after Lincoln's aborted execution. (Set during the first season.)
Extract: Charles Westmoreland closes his eyes and seeks comfort in the idea that he did everything he could to help the kid. He rolls over; rearranges the hard, flat pillow; rolls over again; opens his eyes.

Six Past Midnight in a Jail (Version française : Minuit six dans une prison)

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Title: They Dance
Author: clair_de_lune
Pairing: Michael/Lincoln
Category: Slash
Warning: Incest
Rating: R
Summary: Michael and Lincoln pretend - until they're not pretending anymore. (Pre-series)
Extract: It’s a joke or a trick or a misunderstanding. A twisted bond, a fucked up display of mutual trust, a weird exhibit of unusual affection. It’s a cautious dancing around a subject that they can’t quite directly tackle. One step forward, one step back, two steps to the side. A few times it happened without their own volition, other times they just went along with it, and on a few special occasions they actively pretended.

They Dance
Anna: touchanna_tarawiel on May 6th, 2012 12:54 pm (UTC)
I love the idea :-)
Clair de Lune: origami - canardclair_de_lune on May 6th, 2012 03:44 pm (UTC)
Thank you :)
I wish more people on my f-list loved the idea and the links, but except one other person, I'm afraid I'm rather lonely in my Prison Break nostalgia. Oh, well! :-p