Harsh Language
Title: Harsh Language
Summary: Lincoln attempts to rationalize fallout between himself and Michael (3x08: "Bag and Burn").
Author: Sakura123 (weber_dubois22)
Rating: T
Characters: Lincoln Burrows, Michael Scofield, Veronica Donovan, Fernando Sucre
Chapters: 1/3
Written: 10/1/2010
Completed: 10/1/2010
Disclaimer: Prison Break and all things related are property of 20th Century Fox Television and Paul Scheuring; "Blue" lyrics are property of A Perfect Circle. I own nothing save [the] original characters.
Authors Note: I'm currently in the midst of a "Prison Break Marathon", completely amazed how great this show is (Well, Season Uno and Season Dos anyways. S3 is absolute "Meh" outside of Lincoln's subplot. I fear the same for S4/FB). The story below was written five hours after watching the first couple minutes of the S3 episode "Bag and Burn". I was pretty unhappy to hear Michael throw his brother into the same league as the people who ruined his life and while Michael is presently not in my good graces, I can understand his anger toward his brother's decision withhold the truth and assume his concern for Sara outweighed his concern for L.J. (I thought the same thing, honestly). I just sympathize with Lincoln's side of things more.
"Close my eyes just to look at you
Taken by the seamless vision
I close my eyes,
Ignore the smoke,
Ignore the smoke, ignore the smoke." - "Blue" (A Perfect Circle)
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When Lincoln arrived at the visitor's gate for Sona he was shaking. His hands trembled when the guard called for Michael and it was all he could do to keep from pulling on the railing when he gripped it. The utter devastation on Michael's face, L.J.'s tears and the bloody box containing Sara's head flashed rapidly in his mind like pistons in overdrive. He suddenly wished he could hit the Susan bitch again, knock her straight on her patronizing ass. This was her doing. All of this was her fault.
The large doors of the prison opened, Lincoln watched as his brother stepped through the doorway and took his time to reach the end of the path. He seemed more exhausted than when he saw him last, the confidence was gone from his gait, his eyes remained downcast. When Michael finally reached the chain fence he kept a good distance between them; Lincoln braced himself for the tide of anger and judgment that he was sure to receive.
There was no coming back from this moment. "She's dead Michael," His very words repeated in his head, a mantra louder than his own heartbeat.
The difference between him and Michael were their reactions to the inevitable event known as death. They'd experienced it enough know the knowledge of a loved one's passing could break a man in every way it saw fit. Where Lincoln learned to swallow his grief, suffocate it, until it inadvertently became a force to be used against others (or himself, if his history taught him anything), Michael showed no qualms with revealing his pain. It was a process he had to go through before finally regressing into himself to over analyze what he could've done to prevent the tragedy.
Watching the shadows on his little brother's face, Lincoln saw the rage and forbearance of a man defeated by his ordeals, one who was running on fumes. For who, Lincoln didn't know, but he suspected it was all for Sara. Sara was what was drove him to survive, he was sure of it now.