Title: Goes Like This...
Fandom: Prison Break
Characters: Michael, Lincoln
Prompt: 035: Sixth Sense
Word Count: 183
Rating: G
Summary: He said he was going to let go, but he hasn't yet, Michael's sure of that, and he keeps peddling with Lincoln running along beside him to keep him steady.
Disclaimer: Paul Scheuring and a whole lot of other people who aren't me own Prison Break.
A/N: Fourth part of a series of pointless, semi-fluffy childhood drabbles/short ficlets.

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Lincoln said he was letting go, and Michael knows he really would. He said he was going to let go, but he hasn't yet, Michael's sure of that, and he keeps peddling with Lincoln running along beside him to keep him steady.

When Lincoln had said he was letting go a few minutes ago, Michael had yelped and frozen on the bike, and it was Lincoln who kept him moving, cajoled him into peddling further, and Michael moved his terror-frozen feet, expecting any minute that his brother's steadying hands would disappear and he'd be all alone.

Now Michael's growing antsy, waiting for the moment that Lincoln will let go of him, and he knows that he has this thing down with Lincoln holding on. Now he has to do it by himself.

Thought you were letting go.

Not until you're ready.

I'm ready, said without hesitation.

I know, breathed between a laugh. Just waiting 'till you knew it too.

And then he let's go, and Michael flies down the street, all by himself.

He can feel his brother behind him the whole way.