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| Entry tags: | fanfic, the little things |
The little things.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Prison Break; I don’t even own Wentworth Miller…Sad but true.
Rating: PG-15
Summary: … Lincoln looked at this brother bleeding from his nose next to him, and wondered again how many times he would have to see his small brother bleeding to be free.
Note: Surely this is the most personal story that I have ever wrote… And one of the most long, so don’t hate me please.
Dedicated to Chloe, who makes this possible
I feel lucky of have known you.
Spoilers until 2x16, after that, just my sick imagination.
Title: The little things.
Chapter title: Insomnia (V)
By Lylou
Insults, comments or reviews are always welcome.
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Michael: You still think you're running the show. Don't you?
Kellerman: You still think I'm not?
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To be continued…
Paul Kellerman had always slept with an open eye.
Always, since he was just a little boy the screams and the adrenaline over his veins had kept him alert even when he was sleeping.
He had to learn how to keep his little sister safe since he was just a teenager, and after that, all the training and the painful memories had done a good part too.
That’s why Paul Kellerman listened to the quiet and professional steps in the wooden porch.
In the outdoor of the contiguous room that he shares with Lincoln.
For a very little second, Kellerman thought that surely it should be Sara, or maybe the damn Michael Scofield having a good insomnia attack.
But just during a second.
He had passed enough vigilant and watchful nights to recognize when someone was watching him.
Paul opened his eyes in the half-darkness on the room and cleared completely, and this time yes, he was sure that there was someone watching outside, but he still has another problem.
Since the first night that Sara had joined them, Michael used to handcuff him to the motel beds, “-Just to be sure”, had said the bastard.
-“…Lincoln…”
He whispered trying to wake up Lincoln who was sleeping a few steps from him, in the other bed, but it wasn’t working, and this time, Paul heard a few quiet words outside too, he counted three persons at least.
-“Lincoln”
This time it worked, because Lincoln spoke with a sleepy tone:
-“…Go to hell.”
-“I need you to untie me.”
-“…Resolve it by yourself and leave me alone… “
Kellerman mumbled again, more anxious this time:
-“Listen to me brute … there is someone outside…
Is your brother’s outdoors.”
Lincoln opened his eyes and listened in silence, he heard soft steps, a door opening slowly and low whispers over Kellerman’s grumbles:
-“Come on brute… untie me.”
Lincoln ignored his words and waked-up from bed slowly.
He approached the window and moved the curtain a bit to look to the dark porch.
The rain hadn’t stopped and there was lightning now too, and he saw that Michael’s room door was half open.
And there was a man standing in the doorway
Kellerman waked from bed doing everything that he could on being tied, and spoke low but fully clear:
-“… Untie me “
Lincoln looked outside during a few seconds more and turned in the half-darkness of the room to walk in Kellerman’s direction.
He caught the small and shiny key from his pants and threw it to Kellerman:
-“If you try to screw us, I’ll let Michael kill you.”
Paul released his wrist fast and took his gun from the night table, he spoke with that annoying tone that he used to bother Michael, but Lincoln heard something else in his voice.
He was worried:
-“…I’m not the stupid thug over here.”
Lincoln murmured something but Kellerman didn’t even pay attention to him while he looked through the curtain.
Paul spoke whispering behind the blind:
-“They are not from the Company…”
-“They?
I just…”
-“…The other two are surely in the room already…”
Lincoln looked worried to Kellerman and spoke again:
-“How do you know, that they are not some of your old friends?”
Kellerman looked at Lincoln with a half shadowy smile in his face, and then answered:
-“Because I have heard them…
If any of my old friends would have wanted to kill you, you won’t even hear them coming.”
Lincoln looked anxious at Michael’s half-open door:
-“Then?”
Kellerman looked at the man outside Sara’s door trying to think fast.
The man outside was in his forty’s and his rifle was hanging and falling over his shoulder.
It seemed more like a bounty hunter in a really lucky night.
In a hand-to-hand fight Lincoln and he would have won over him without get tired… But Kellerman could almost smell the alcohol on that man from where they were.
He knew that it was going to be a problem for them.
Lincoln’s voice sounded urgent:
-“…What?!”
-“I’m thinking okay”
Lincoln looked again through the curtain to see the man standing outside Michael’s entrance:
-“We don’t have time for that…
My brother is in that room.”
-“…Your brother is not the only one in that room.”
Lincoln looked at him in silence during a few seconds, trying to understand his words, and before Kellerman could stop him, Lincoln opened their room door violently.
And the rest happened very fast, like use to occur with the important and decisive moments in life.
Just an idiot really, really drunk, wouldn’t see Lincoln Borrows walking furiously through him… And unfortunately, that stupid bounty hunter wasn’t that drunk.
So he stopped to look at Sara and Michael’s half open door, and turned to Lincoln, raising clumsily the rifle in that wooden porch.
And Kellerman shot him, just once.
The silencer and the storm attenuated the shooting noise, and if it hadn’t of been for the powder smell floating in that porch, Lincoln would have thought that he had imagined it everything.
That Paul Kellerman hadn’t really killed the man that was bleeding over the wood in front of them.
Kellerman ran to the man in the floor and walked over the dark blood puddle to take his rifle from the ground.
Like as if he was used to do things worse than that.
And Kellerman would surely have hit Lincoln for being that stupid, but then they both saw another man going out from the dark room.
He was definitely drunk or used to be it, anyone would see that in his eyes, but Paul Kellerman also saw surprise mixed with hate… and fear.
He had looked at many other man’s eyes with that look in their eyes before he killed them.
Paul was about to shoot him too when a second man appeared in the entry with his gun against the temple of Michael Scofield.
Lincoln face changed fast, from surprise to fear when he saw his little brother.
Kellerman looked at the man with the gun in Michael’s temple and spoke coldly, but he didn’t seem to listen:
-“Let him go.”
The rain was falling furiously outside that dark porch and a lightening illuminated all of them during a few seconds, but none of them seemed even to notice it.
The two men looked surprised to the third one, definitely dead in the wood floor, and the one with the gun in Michael’s temple spoke under another lightening:
-“… I’ll kill him, I swear”
His voice sounded burked but emboldened, Kellerman studied the situation during a few seconds, Michael caught, Lincoln scared and useless at his side, two bounty-hunters drunks and nervous… And no trace of Sara.
Another lightening illuminated violently the dark porch and the pond of blood under his feet, and Kellerman listened his heart pumping in his ears, discovering that he was afraid for the first time since long, long ago.
But they hadn’t come that far to get caught by two stupid people in a lucky night.
Kellerman passed his tongue fast upon his lips, and spoke under the noise of the rain, trying to sound cold and professional as usually:
-“I don’t care, but you have one-hundred thousand reasons for not pulling the trigger … Your are not going to be that stupid, are you?”
The rain quietened the other man nervous words:
-“I know who they are… But who the hell are you?”
The other one looked at Kellerman and spoke out loud:
-“You have killed him…”
Kellerman smiled coldly but he didn’t throw the gun:
-“Yes… And I’ll kill you too if you don’t let him go right now.”
A greedy flash crossed man eyes:
-“Like you had said my friend… He cost one-hundred thousand, and the other one, three times more.”
A dark bright shone in Kellerman’s eyes before to spoke:
-“Are you interested in the reward too?”
Lincoln looked at Kellerman knowing then what he was trying to do. It was dangerous, but it was the only way that they had now.
Kellerman spoke slowly and confident, he was used to have the control over all the situations and that was always present in his voice tone:
-“If you are interested in the reward too, maybe we can make a deal.”
The other two looked each other, with a nervous look and Lincoln knew then that Kellerman was too near to win their confidence.
Paul spoke again, and Lincoln saw how persuasive and manipulating that bastard could be. Just like Michael:
-“To the room… Now.”
Kellerman pointed at the lifeless body of the other one in the porch:
-“ And entered him too…”
The four man walked before Kellerman and entered Sara’s room, but when Lincoln passed to his side, he saw a dark bright in Kellerman’s eyes, it was impossible for Lincoln to know what he was thinking.
The only light in the room was a small table lamp, bathing all of them with her weak and yellowish light.
-“Sit there.”
The one that was holding a very silent Michael pushed him to the bed and handcuffed him to the headrest.
-“You too…”
He made a sign with the gun to Lincoln to sit down next to his brother, and handcuffed him to the headrest too.
Lincoln looked at this brother bleeding from his nose next to him, and wondered again how many times he would have to see his small brother bleeding to be free.
But Michael didn’t say anything; he was just sitting there, in silence, looking carefully at Kellerman, standing in the middle of that room, talking slowly with those men and still with his weapon in his hands.
Michael saw again how much empathic and persuasive that man could be.
He wanted to think that surely that was how he had neared that much to Sara… Surely it hadn’t been anything to do with Michael leaving her and with Sara convinced that he never had loved her.
Surely.
Kellerman looked at him, with disguise but coldly with that professional and demanding look in his eyes that Michael hated that much… But this time, Michael saw something more in his eyes, like a blurred question floating behind his dark pupils: “Where is she?”
Michael wished to know it.
When he had awaked, Sara wasn’t there, and he had felt the first hit a few seconds before.
“Surely she couldn’t sleep and had gone to take a walk under the storm in the damn wood”
It was the most stupid and improbable possibility of all, and surely Michael would have laughed if he wasn’t feeling the taste of his blood again and if he wasn’t that much worried for Sara.
Because the truth was that Michael wasn’t ready to think in any other possibilities.
Paul looked over at Michael again; nobody there has named Sara.
Kellerman tell to himself that it was a good sign, because it means that the two stupid bounty-hunters didn’t even noticed the black bra half-hidden by the blankets lying in the floor, or her smell still trapped in that dark room.
Paul had felt it just a few hours before, when he was gripping Sara tightly against his body under the rain.
A very silent Michael Scofield, and the dark doubt floating in his eyes, convinced Kellerman that he didn’t know neither where she was.
Paul spoke again, still with the gun in his hand:
-“So… What is going to be gentlemen? 200.000 or your brains in the wall?”
Kellerman pointed to the dead body in the floor and spoke again, with a cold but kind voice tone:
-“…He had already made his choice.”
His question floated during a few seconds in the half-dark air of the room, and when one of the men was about to answer, the door opened suddenly and a soaking and distracted Sara Tancredi entered in the room.
To be continued…
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