Title: With My Brother Standing By
Fandom: Prison Break
Word Count: 207
Rating: G
Summary: He watches Michael reach a hand out towards the couch, seeking to steady himself.
Disclaimer: Paul Scheuring and a whole lot of other people who aren't me own Prison Break.

A/N: Third part of a series of pointless, semi-fluffy childhood drabbles/short ficlets.

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He watches Michael reach a hand out towards the couch, seeking to steady himself. But he stops at the last second, small hand hovering over the plaid cushions while he sways for a moment and then straightens himself out, making Lincoln smile.

Michael wobbles and waddles his way along the length of the couch with Lincoln standing over him the whole time, hands out in case he should fall, and then leaves the safety net of his brother and the couch to make his way over towards the kitchen.

When he makes it to the kitchen table and grabs onto one of the table legs, he looks upwards almost plaintively, and Lincoln runs over to scoop him up excitedly.

I knew it! Knew you could do it!

Lincoln beams, knowing that Michael doesn't really know what he's saying, but Michael grins as if he can read his brother's mind. Lincoln puts the smaller boy on top of his shoulders and they wobble slightly as Michael reaches a tiny arm out across the table to grab several cookies from the plate sitting in the middle.

Then Lincoln sets him down, and they sit in the middle of the floor, Michael in Lincoln's lap, and munch on their cookies.