Disclaimer: I do not own Prison Break or characters. (wonder if someone can sue me if I don't write this)
Anyway: It's the night before Christmas, and I wish you all a very marry Xmas!
The night before Christmas.
It was the night before Christmas. Everything was quiet. The only thing heard was the soft snoring from Sucre, who slept on the couch in the same room. Other then that everyone was in their own thoughts. It suited him just fine. It was soothing for some reason. This stillness.
It hadn't been like this forever it seemed. They had been running, running all the time. There was no time to enjoy the silence. There had never been time. The silence was welcoming. For the first time in ages his head was not thinking, analyzing, planning. It was quiet. Of course he was still thinking. But they were pleasant thoughts. It didn't feel like bees summing through his skull.
At his right, Lincoln sat. His feet on table in the middle of the room. His eyes were half closed. He wasn't about to dose of, Michael knew that. Linc was always alert. Aware. But he too had a calmness that affected his whole body. Michael smiled, not a big grin, barely noticeable. His eyes sparkled. Lincoln saw it. Linc always new.
"It's the night before Christmas" Michael suddenly said. He hadn't wanted to say it. It just slipped out. A statement, for himself.
Lincoln smiled. Sarah was alert now too. She looked from brother to brother. She hadn't noticed before, but when they smiled they got this similarity. She had never thought that Michael and Lincoln was in anyway alike. Not in looks anyhow. But she saw it now, and she smiled.
"You think the company has taken the day of?" It was Sucre, he had awaken by the voices. He never slept easy these days.
Lincolns eyes were unreadable. Though they had a twinkle in them. He met Michaels eyes. Their eyes locked. Sarah looked confused. What were they thinking.
"Don't leave me out guys" she said, her voice soft.
"It was the nigh before Christmas" Michael replied.
"And all was still" came from Lincoln.
Tomorrow, or the day after was another matter. But they lived for the moment. For the first time since Lincoln had been framed they lived only for the moment. No plans, no guns. No SYLLA in their minds.
It was the night before Christmas and all was still.