PB Ficlet: Soaked
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Title: Soaked
Fandom: Prison Break
Word count: 285
Notes: Written for
isagel because she's sick. Alex/Michael/Sara future-fic.
Alex is a weather-geek. At first, Michael thinks he's kidding, that the studious, enthralled attention Alex pays to the Weather Channel is a joke but it's not. Alex likes documentaries on geology and looks up constellations online and watches the Weather Channel just as seriously as he watches college football games and news coverage of international wars.
It's an odd quirk but Michael finds it as endearing as the way Alex will misplace his reading glasses (they'll always be found in his jacket pocket or down the side of the couch) and the way Alex insists on keeping an emergency kit in the trunk of each car.
Michael doesn't see any value in it until a warm September day when Sara suggests a picnic. "This weather won't hold," Alex says but he wanders into the kitchen to pack the remainders of last night's roast chicken while Sara makes sandwiches.
Since the San Diego sky is endlessly blue -- nothing like the grey, heavy clouds of a Chicago storm --- Michael ignores the warning. When the clouds come in thick and fast, Alex raises an eyebrow and starts packing up the food. He's nearly done when warm, heavy drops start landing on their heads and shoulders. Sara laughs, but then it starts pouring down, and soon they're all scrambling at the blanket and basket, running for the car.
Michael's well and truly soaked by the time they get the door open. There's water dripping down his back, soaking into the material-covered car seat. In the rear view mirror, he can see Alex smiling from the back.
"Next time," Michael says, using a corner of the picnic blanket to dry his face, "you could suggest an umbrella."
Fandom: Prison Break
Word count: 285
Notes: Written for
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Alex is a weather-geek. At first, Michael thinks he's kidding, that the studious, enthralled attention Alex pays to the Weather Channel is a joke but it's not. Alex likes documentaries on geology and looks up constellations online and watches the Weather Channel just as seriously as he watches college football games and news coverage of international wars.
It's an odd quirk but Michael finds it as endearing as the way Alex will misplace his reading glasses (they'll always be found in his jacket pocket or down the side of the couch) and the way Alex insists on keeping an emergency kit in the trunk of each car.
Michael doesn't see any value in it until a warm September day when Sara suggests a picnic. "This weather won't hold," Alex says but he wanders into the kitchen to pack the remainders of last night's roast chicken while Sara makes sandwiches.
Since the San Diego sky is endlessly blue -- nothing like the grey, heavy clouds of a Chicago storm --- Michael ignores the warning. When the clouds come in thick and fast, Alex raises an eyebrow and starts packing up the food. He's nearly done when warm, heavy drops start landing on their heads and shoulders. Sara laughs, but then it starts pouring down, and soon they're all scrambling at the blanket and basket, running for the car.
Michael's well and truly soaked by the time they get the door open. There's water dripping down his back, soaking into the material-covered car seat. In the rear view mirror, he can see Alex smiling from the back.
"Next time," Michael says, using a corner of the picnic blanket to dry his face, "you could suggest an umbrella."
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Date: 2009-02-13 02:39 pm (UTC)I'm sorry isagel is sick, but this is a nice side benefit. *g*
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Date: 2009-02-14 06:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-14 12:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-14 06:52 am (UTC)A wet Michael, a wet Alex... I'm a little surprised this scenario didn't end in porn.
That'll teach them to listen to Alex' meteorological predictions.
Hee. yeah, I think next time they'll listen.