Fic: World on Fire

[interpretthis]

Title: World on Fire
Author: interpretthis
Fandom: Prison Break
Pairing: Michael Scofield/Alexander Mahone
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 883
Summary: Takes place directly after ‘Disconnect’ ends. It’s more than Alex can handle. And, it seems, more than Michael can handle too.
Notes: Title from ‘World on Fire’ by Sarah McLachlan. And spoilers for ‘Disconnect’, but that’s a bit of a given. Published on fanfiction.net.  Cross-posted to  michaelxmahone, wallporn, fichtner_fans and pbslash.     

 

 

“Michael?”

Alex’s lips twitch as he cocks the gun in the direction of the phone. There’s a snap like a whip and the phone is in pieces, scattered around over jagged pebbles of broken glass dancing like gems in the flames. Sara’s voice rings in Michael’s ears, followed by the crack of the gunshot. Michael sighs and presses his eyes shut, letting the disappointment and frustration wash over him, letting it take its hold momentarily before trying his best to push it away. Alex is looking at him now. Has the gun cocked at him. It’s as if Lincoln is invisible. 

“Michael.” His name falls from a different pair of lips now. The voice is low, smooth and rough at the same time, alluring. Michael squeezes his eyes shut once again, trying this time to block out irrationality. Alluring? 

Alex’s face is illuminated by the flames. He moves away from his wrecked car. Closer to Michael. Closer to Lincoln as well, though it doesn’t look as though he notices, nor does he care. His piercingly blue eyes are fixed on Michael and Michael alone. And Michael can’t look away. 

“Get up.” Alex tips the wrist holding the gun up towards the smoky sky, moving forward until he stands directly before Michael. 

“Don’t do this Alex.” Michael’s voice is full of hurt. Desperation. Weariness. Hope. 

“Up Michael.” Michael squeezes his eyes shut once again. Briefly. A fleeting movement. Alex’s hand trembles. Briefly. A fleeting movement. Michael gets to his feet.

“Good. That’s very good Michael.” Alex is close. He steps closer. Michael stiffens.

“Are you going to kill me Alex?” Michael’s expression is unreadable. Alex looks to the eyes. It’s all in the eyes. To anyone else they too would be indecipherable, but Alex knows what to look for. There is no fear. Not for himself. There is fear for Lincoln. There is acceptance. There is courage and brilliance and intensity and everything about Michael that sends Alex’s mind reeling. And then there’s the one thing that stuns him, but knowing Michael he really shouldn’t be surprised. There is doubt. Doubt in Alex’s will. Michael knows that Alex won’t take that step. He knows that he won’t die by Alex’s hand. Alex clenches his jaw and tightens his grip on the handgun, running his palm over his face. He can feel tears stinging at the corners of his eyes. He finds he doesn’t care. He gives a short laugh. The gun moves in his hand. Flips around. So that Alex’s fingers are curled around the barrel and the grip faces Michael. As does the trigger. 

“Take it. Do it.” The fire crackles. Michael is silent. Alex takes a short breath and shakes the gun in Michael’s face furiously. “DO IT!” 

“I’m not going to kill you Alex. You know that.” Michael’s eyes are full of wonder. Calm. Lincoln watches the exchange with wide eyes. 

“I need-” Alex’s desperation is evident in his voice. The tears continue to prickle and push. Michael goes blurry and wobbly and streaked with orange from the flames. 

“Alex, I won’t-” 

“I NEED YOU TO DO IT MICHAEL!” 

The wobbly Michael streaks forward and Alex can’t feel the gun in his hand anymore. He hears something clatter to the glass-strewn ground. He feels someone supporting him. Arms wrapping around him. Lips pressed onto his own. He never imagined it would be like this. He doesn’t know what he imagined anymore. The blurry Michael streaks forward again and again with the insides of Alex’s eyelids as a screen. Michael’s lips are on his and his mind is dazed. He doesn’t know what to think. He kisses back hungrily, groaning as he feels Michael’s tongue slipping against his own. Alex shivers, his hands sliding through Michael’s silky hair, teeth chafing across his lower lip. Feels Michael’s own desperation in his insistence and quiet moans. 

And suddenly Michael remembers where he is and what he’s doing, and he pulls away with a groan. Alex feels the loss immediately. Of warmth. Love. Being needed. The cold night air trails across his kiss-swollen lips and he sighs, running his hand through his hair and clutching at Michael, who is still holding him, but has his eyes shut in horror and is so tense he looks as though he’d snap if someone whispered. 

“Alex…” 

“It’s alright Michael.” 

Alex lets his gaze trail over to Lincoln, who is still kneeling in the glass just in front of the burning car. He is frozen, and Alex can see the beginnings of revulsion and horror and amazement starting to take over. He cannot tell what order they’re in. He realizes he doesn’t care. He looks back to Michael. Raises his hand to brush over his right cheek. Michael sighs and bites his lip. His face is streaked with tears. He pulls Alex closer and Alex takes him into his arms. Alex’s eyes close against the flames and Lincoln and the broken glass on the ground. He hears Michael’s dry sobs in his left ear and the popping flames in his right. He feels Michael’s body against his and tries to pull him closer, but he’s already as close as possible. He can hear Lincoln shifting in the glass somewhere in front of him, transferring his weight from one knee to the other. He doesn’t look up. 

“Michael.” It’s a whisper. 

“Alex.” 

“I know you knew I wouldn’t do it.” 

Nobody speaks. The fire sparks and dances. Michael brushes his lips over Alex’s ear. His words flow out in a quiet, warming rush of air that dances over Alex’s ear like the fire he knows is dancing somewhere in front of him. 

“I know.” 

And then everything is silent. Alex holds Michael and Michael holds Alex. Lincoln doesn’t move. Alex doesn’t know why, but Lincoln doesn’t move. The fire burns on, shining through the many chips of glass scattered across the road, making them glow red and orange and a thousand different shades in between.

 

 

Comments

[meiko-chan.livejournal.com]

*squeeing*
This is a very interesting take on continuing that damn cliffhanger. lol!
Ohh if only such a thing would happen next week (we can hope, right?)
Poor Linc.

Sweet and to the point. I likey n_n good job!

[interpretthis.livejournal.com]

:)
"Ohh if only such a thing would happen next week (we can hope, right?)"
Oh dear, I hope so *crosses fingers* :D


"Poor Linc."
Yes, I put him through dreadful torture, but anything to get Alex and Michael together right? He'll forgive them eventually ;).

Thank you for the lovely comments; I'm glad you enjoyed it!

[anisapologist.livejournal.com]

Are you going to continue? This is great! i'd love to see it go somewhere...preferably a bed! LOL...

[interpretthis.livejournal.com]

:)
I may continue. I usually promise only to write one-shots, just because I have so many stories I need to finish, and I'm terrible at updating, but it's certainly a possibility....

"...preferably a bed!"
;) I'd like to see it go there too. Who knows? Maybe it will.

Thanks for reading; I'll think about a sequel!

[serafina20.livejournal.com]

HOw did you get the script to next week's episode??? :)

[interpretthis.livejournal.com]

Because we know that's exactly where it's going. Inevitable is how I'd like to put it ;). Is it Monday yet?!

[such-things.livejournal.com]

I just turned into a puddle of silly girl goo on my chair. That was wonderful. :3

[interpretthis.livejournal.com]

Thank you very much! I hope you've recovered ;)!

[lantiscod.livejournal.com]

Michael knows that Alex won’t take that step. He knows that he won’t die by Alex’s hand.

Jesus! That's the Mahone we know...though a bit dramatic...Great works!

[interpretthis.livejournal.com]

Thanks so much!

"That's the Mahone we know"
I love how we can say that...the Mahone we know. I just love the sound of that :)

[lantiscod.livejournal.com]

*LOL* If you don't mind, I wanna that's also the Mahone we love...a bit genter in the soft heart...*G*...

BTW, did you know how can I make words italic when quoting?

[interpretthis.livejournal.com]

Actually, I have no idea. I always just use the quote button and put quote marks around it, cause it doesn't seem to know how to do that itself. I really don't know if it has anything to do with the account level or what, but I've always wondered as well. Sorry I couldn't help!

[lantiscod.livejournal.com]

XD...it's oke...I am still not familiar with lj...will figure it out some day...~~

[accrues.livejournal.com]

Daaaaaaaaaamn.

Yuuum. That's just delicious!

It’s as if Lincoln is invisible.
Aha, so it's not just me that noticed that :D *squee*

Hee, can I add this to my reccomended reading list?? Please?

Mmmmm..

[interpretthis.livejournal.com]

"It’s as if Lincoln is invisible.
Aha, so it's not just me that noticed that :D *squee*"
Heh. Yes, I rather like it that way. Alex has eyes only for Michael *giggles* ;)

"Hee, can I add this to my reccomended reading list?? Please?"
Oh wow, absolutely :D Thanks for the lovely comments!

[accrues.livejournal.com]

Heh. Yes, I rather like it that way. Alex has eyes only for Michael *giggles* ;)
Ahhh yes.. tis the *squee* :)

Thanks, I'll do that next time I have a chance!

[hard-death.livejournal.com]

This was so *visceral*, with all the glass and flames and tears. I could *feel* and hear all of those things like I was actually there. I *love* this. Please write more Michael/Alex fics. I can't get enough of the stuff, especially when it's this well-written. You nailed all the emotions going through both men's heads. Awesome, beautiful job.

[interpretthis.livejournal.com]

I'm flattered! These are all amazing compliments. The fact that you felt as though you were there makes me especially happy :). And I will absolutely write more Michael/Alex. These two belong together and I *love* writing them. Thanks so much!

[brushed-velvet.livejournal.com]

Yummmmmmmmmmyyy! I love Michael/Mahone fic, I can't get enough of it. Please write more as this was such a great read.

[interpretthis.livejournal.com]

:) Thanks very much! I'll definitely be writing more Michael/Alex soon!