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neaAuthor: nea
Fandom: Prison Break
Pairing: Michael Scofield/Lincoln Burrows (and a special appereance of the Sucre family.)
Rating: R (for the subject in general)
Author's note: Once more all credits go to dulcitone, who is awesome.
Author's note 2: For lindtti who wanted to see it posted.
Disclaimer: Michael and Lincoln, Sucre, Maricruz and even the baby belong to Paul T. Scheuring (even though he doesn't deserve them) but this fic is all mine.
Title: Sucre
"Fernando, how are you?" Just to hear her voice makes his heart ache a little in his chest, as he sits in an empty room on the floor holding his cell phone to his ear.
"I miss you," he admitts, sighing. "You and our daughter."
"We miss you, too," she says in a small voice. "and we're waiting for you..."
He sighs again and wishes for the countless time that he could see her, hug her, smell the baby. He can't wait until this here is all over, the company is destroyed, so they all can live their normal lives again.
"How are you two?" Fernando asks, as he tries to find a more comfortable position on the floor.
"She doesn't sleep well,“ Maricruz says, "so I took her in our bed and it's better now. I'm okay, but I wish you'd be back already."
"Me too." He sighs again, fumbling in the back pocket of his jeans to get that picture of his little daughter out. "Are you singing that lullaby to her? You know, the one I was singing to her? The one my mom sang when I was a kid?"
"I do" she reassures. "But I guess she notices already that it's not your voice and misses her daddy..."
"She is so tiny but so smart already." There is so much pride in his voice. "Smart and pretty and perfect. We have the most awesome baby, ever..." He moves his thumb over the picture, over the little scrunched face and those tiny hands and tiny everythings and he is so proud that she is his.
Maricruz laughs on the other end of the line and he can listen to it for hours - even when there is a little sad note in that laughter. But it means that she misses him and that's why he loves it.
"What is it, Fernando?" she asks suddenly.
And he can't tell her. He can't tell her, that he walked into Michael and Lincoln kissing a few minutes ago.
He had wanted to get some coffee and had glanced into one of the rooms he was passing by. Just randomly looked inside for no reason.
Fernando Sucre knows how important family is. He hugged and kissed Manche and this jackass Hector many times as a greeting or when they parted. (That was of course before Hector tried to steal Sucre's girlfriend. And kid. Now it would be healthier for Hector to never cross his way again.)
But never like that. Lincoln leaning comfortably against the wall and Michael leaning against Lincoln and they kissed.
Not like brothers, not like family at all, but like lovers. Slow and passionate and needy. Sucre kisses Maricruz like that, but never someone he is related to.
Their eyes were closed and Lincoln's arms were on Michael's hips, and Michael's hands were under Lincoln's t-shirt.
Sucre didn't make a sound; he didn't let them know he'd seen them. Instead he headed for an empty room for himself, because he needed some privacy while freaking out.
Sucre doesn't believe in everything the Roman Catholic church says, and since he knows Michael he overcame his... well... prejudices about... well, maybe not about gay men in general, but about this particular gay man at least, because he couldn't wish for a better friend than Michael, but... He hopes that God won't forget at the end that both, Michael and Lincoln are good people. Despite the kissing. Maybe things would have turned out differently if God hadn't taken their mom away from them when they were still so young...
What freaked him out most was not the fact that he had just seen the brothers kissing. It was more the fact that he wasn't surprised by that. As if he'd expected this somehow.
And maybe he did. Because to be honest, Michael's and Lincoln's relationship had always been very... special. One had to be very blind and deaf not to see that. And Sucre was neither one or the other.
To stop himself from freaking out he decided to call Maricruz. Even if he couldn't tell her what he had just seen, because he don't want her to think bad about Michael, her voice is enough for him to calm down.
"What if your best friend does something wrong?" he says instead, after taking a deep breath.
"Wrong?" Maricruz asks, worry clearly audible in her voice. "Like in bad? Does he puts you in danger?"
"No, don't worry. Nothing like that" He wants her happy. Besides they don't put him in danger for kissing each other, but themselves. "He is just... kissing someone..."
"One of the bad guys?" she asks again.
"No," he replies, leaning the back of his head against the wall. "It's complicated..."
"Is it you? Is he kissing you?" Maricruz sounds a little amused. "I am the only one who is allowed to kiss you, remember that, Fernando Sucre!"
"He knows." Now Fernando is amused, too. "Besides, I'm not his type." He really don't even want to imagine how much it would piss Lincoln off. And he really don't want to have a pissed off Lincoln Burrows against him.
"Is he hurting someone by kissing this other person? Or making what you have to do more complicated?"
She doesn't even want to know what exactly Sucre is talking about and he loves her even more for that. The less she knows the better. Especially about whatever is going on with Scofield and Burrows.
"I don't think so." Both brothers seem to be comfortable with their situation, whatever that situation may be. Sucre isn't sure he wants to know the details.
"Is he happy?" asks Maricruz's voice again, and that is the question of all questions.
All of them are just tense and all of them want this to be over as soon as possible, but Sucre thinks that Michael feels fine as long as Lincoln is by his side.
"I guess..." He nods even though she can't see him. And that's all he wants: Michael to be fine, because Sucre owes him a lot.
"So let him kiss a guy if he wants..." she says softly. "I don't think it's wrong, do you, Fernando?"
"No, not really..." He gets up, sighing again. "I have to go. Please kiss the baby for me, okay, mami?"
"The baby kisses you, too." she whispers. "Be careful, mi amore."
"I'll do my best." Fernando swallows the lump of emotions that is suddenly in his throat. "I love you. I'll call again as soon as I can..."
neaFandom: Prison Break
Pairing: Michael Scofield/Lincoln Burrows (and a special appereance of the Sucre family.)
Rating: R (for the subject in general)
Author's note: Once more all credits go to dulcitone, who is awesome.
Author's note 2: For lindtti who wanted to see it posted.
Disclaimer: Michael and Lincoln, Sucre, Maricruz and even the baby belong to Paul T. Scheuring (even though he doesn't deserve them) but this fic is all mine.
Title: Sucre
"Fernando, how are you?" Just to hear her voice makes his heart ache a little in his chest, as he sits in an empty room on the floor holding his cell phone to his ear.
"I miss you," he admitts, sighing. "You and our daughter."
"We miss you, too," she says in a small voice. "and we're waiting for you..."
He sighs again and wishes for the countless time that he could see her, hug her, smell the baby. He can't wait until this here is all over, the company is destroyed, so they all can live their normal lives again.
"How are you two?" Fernando asks, as he tries to find a more comfortable position on the floor.
"She doesn't sleep well,“ Maricruz says, "so I took her in our bed and it's better now. I'm okay, but I wish you'd be back already."
"Me too." He sighs again, fumbling in the back pocket of his jeans to get that picture of his little daughter out. "Are you singing that lullaby to her? You know, the one I was singing to her? The one my mom sang when I was a kid?"
"I do" she reassures. "But I guess she notices already that it's not your voice and misses her daddy..."
"She is so tiny but so smart already." There is so much pride in his voice. "Smart and pretty and perfect. We have the most awesome baby, ever..." He moves his thumb over the picture, over the little scrunched face and those tiny hands and tiny everythings and he is so proud that she is his.
Maricruz laughs on the other end of the line and he can listen to it for hours - even when there is a little sad note in that laughter. But it means that she misses him and that's why he loves it.
"What is it, Fernando?" she asks suddenly.
And he can't tell her. He can't tell her, that he walked into Michael and Lincoln kissing a few minutes ago.
He had wanted to get some coffee and had glanced into one of the rooms he was passing by. Just randomly looked inside for no reason.
Fernando Sucre knows how important family is. He hugged and kissed Manche and this jackass Hector many times as a greeting or when they parted. (That was of course before Hector tried to steal Sucre's girlfriend. And kid. Now it would be healthier for Hector to never cross his way again.)
But never like that. Lincoln leaning comfortably against the wall and Michael leaning against Lincoln and they kissed.
Not like brothers, not like family at all, but like lovers. Slow and passionate and needy. Sucre kisses Maricruz like that, but never someone he is related to.
Their eyes were closed and Lincoln's arms were on Michael's hips, and Michael's hands were under Lincoln's t-shirt.
Sucre didn't make a sound; he didn't let them know he'd seen them. Instead he headed for an empty room for himself, because he needed some privacy while freaking out.
Sucre doesn't believe in everything the Roman Catholic church says, and since he knows Michael he overcame his... well... prejudices about... well, maybe not about gay men in general, but about this particular gay man at least, because he couldn't wish for a better friend than Michael, but... He hopes that God won't forget at the end that both, Michael and Lincoln are good people. Despite the kissing. Maybe things would have turned out differently if God hadn't taken their mom away from them when they were still so young...
What freaked him out most was not the fact that he had just seen the brothers kissing. It was more the fact that he wasn't surprised by that. As if he'd expected this somehow.
And maybe he did. Because to be honest, Michael's and Lincoln's relationship had always been very... special. One had to be very blind and deaf not to see that. And Sucre was neither one or the other.
To stop himself from freaking out he decided to call Maricruz. Even if he couldn't tell her what he had just seen, because he don't want her to think bad about Michael, her voice is enough for him to calm down.
"What if your best friend does something wrong?" he says instead, after taking a deep breath.
"Wrong?" Maricruz asks, worry clearly audible in her voice. "Like in bad? Does he puts you in danger?"
"No, don't worry. Nothing like that" He wants her happy. Besides they don't put him in danger for kissing each other, but themselves. "He is just... kissing someone..."
"One of the bad guys?" she asks again.
"No," he replies, leaning the back of his head against the wall. "It's complicated..."
"Is it you? Is he kissing you?" Maricruz sounds a little amused. "I am the only one who is allowed to kiss you, remember that, Fernando Sucre!"
"He knows." Now Fernando is amused, too. "Besides, I'm not his type." He really don't even want to imagine how much it would piss Lincoln off. And he really don't want to have a pissed off Lincoln Burrows against him.
"Is he hurting someone by kissing this other person? Or making what you have to do more complicated?"
She doesn't even want to know what exactly Sucre is talking about and he loves her even more for that. The less she knows the better. Especially about whatever is going on with Scofield and Burrows.
"I don't think so." Both brothers seem to be comfortable with their situation, whatever that situation may be. Sucre isn't sure he wants to know the details.
"Is he happy?" asks Maricruz's voice again, and that is the question of all questions.
All of them are just tense and all of them want this to be over as soon as possible, but Sucre thinks that Michael feels fine as long as Lincoln is by his side.
"I guess..." He nods even though she can't see him. And that's all he wants: Michael to be fine, because Sucre owes him a lot.
"So let him kiss a guy if he wants..." she says softly. "I don't think it's wrong, do you, Fernando?"
"No, not really..." He gets up, sighing again. "I have to go. Please kiss the baby for me, okay, mami?"
"The baby kisses you, too." she whispers. "Be careful, mi amore."
"I'll do my best." Fernando swallows the lump of emotions that is suddenly in his throat. "I love you. I'll call again as soon as I can..."
