Michael "Gage" Scofield
I DO NOT OWN. All recognizable characters and situations belong to their respective owners and I make no profit off of playing with them.Rating:
Multi-Chaptered Fic, Incomplete (2/?)Fandom(s):
Buffy/Dean, Sam/Willow, Michael/Faith, Xander/Tara(reference to: Willow/Oz, Xander/Cordelia, Buffy/Angel, Buffy/Michael)Spoilers:
BTVS season 5 post “The Body” AU, SPN preseries season 1 AU, Prison Break preseries AU, Angel season 2 AUSummary:
In High School Gage (Michael) was on the swim team and narrowly avoided becoming a fish. Now in college he’s best friends with the girl that saved his life and fights demons and vampires as a night time activity. In college his roommate is Sam Winchester and when Sam’s older brother Dean comes to town sparks are sure to fly when he meets Buffy.A/N:
I switch between Michael and Gage a lot depending on my mood so just remember they are the same guy. Thank you to htose who reviewed, I love you guys and you keep me writing. This is a strange crossover for me (4 different shows lol) and I hope I can make it work, while a lot of this is AU I will be using elements from all the shows in this fic and switching in and out characters as I go (think TFB and its wacky mixed cast). It will be covering the different aspects of each show too and I promise not to leave some of the more interesting characters of Prison Break out. Well enjoy and please review.Chapter 2 Michael "Gage" Scofield
Michael Scofield closed his eyes letting the sound of the ringing fill his ears. He knew the pattern by now, the phone rang then went to voice mail. “Hey Linc.” Michael breathed softly his mouth set in a grimace “It’s me again, just call me and let me know you’re okay. I’m worried about you bro.” He paused hearing the thumping on the other side of his wall from the dorm party. “I love you.” He admitted softly before hanging up setting the phone gently in the cradle.
“Funny, how your brother won’t pick up and I changed my number to avoid mine.” Michael smiled softly turning to Sam Winchester, his dorm mate.
“Funny doesn’t even begin to cover it.” Michael sighed lying back on his bed. Sam shifted making room for him and Michael closed his eyes listening closely to the other guy’s shallow breaths. “Still having trouble breathing?”
“I’m fine,” Sam practically growled and Michael could hear the pain in his voice “I told them I was fine Gage; I don’t need a baby sitter.”
Michael, known as Gage when his friends were annoyed or feeling playful grinned sitting up to look down at Sam’s pain filled expression. “Yeah, I can see you’re fine Winchester.” He breathed sarcastically already reaching for the first aide kit he had left by Sam’s bed.
Sam just rolled his eyes and painfully sat up pulling up his shirt so Michael could see the blood soaked bandage wrapped around his midsection.
The scratches from the hell hound they had ran into weren’t deep enough to need stitches and the bleeding had slowed, but it was Sam’s impact with the tree that had them worried. Giles thought he'd bruised a couple of ribs and he was having trouble catching his breath.
He had refused to go to the hospital so Michael had offered to watch him through the night and if things didn’t get better he would knock him out and drag his ass to the emergency room if he had to. Or call Buffy and have her do the dragging cause Sam was freakishly tall.
Gage quickly changed the bandages wrapping the new one tighter than the rest causing Sam to wince but he didn’t complain. They had been through this process a couple of times already that year. When you’re a part of a demon-hunting-world-saving fighting the forces of darkness team you were bound to get a couple cuts and bruises, and gushes, and concussions, and various other life threatening injuries.
It was a part of the job.
“So why and the hell aren’t you answering your brother’s calls?” Michael demanded seeing that Sam wasn’t going to lie back down. Seeing the way Sam’s jaw tightened Michael rounded on him “C’mon Sammy, I would do anything to get my brother on the phone for even a minute and every time Dean calls you ignore it or tell me to say you aren't here.”
“I know you care Michael,” Sam began cautiously his voice firm “but stay the hell out of my business, you have no idea what me and my families been through.” There was a darkness in his voice, a pain he obviously didn't want to remember.
Michael snorted burying his hands in his jeans pockets and locking down at the floor his voice soft “I don’t do I, I wouldn’t know how it felt to lose a mother, to be abandoned by my father, I wouldn’t know what is was like to be raised by my brother and watch him sacrifice every chance at a life of his own for me.” Michael meet his eyes a carefully controlled rage in his depths “Because you’re the only one that’s had to go through that.”
Sam sighed “I didn’t mean that, it’s just…” Sam stood wincing but staying upright “I can’t talk to him. I can’t lie to him.”
“What do you have to lie to him about?” Michael asked curiously.
“Everything, I can’t talk to Dean knowing that he thinks I left to have a normal life. Because this is far from a normal life, I was raised hunting but it was a lot closer to normal than this is. My girlfriend is a witch, I’m friends with Slayers and vampires and Dean thinks I left because our life was so fucked up,” Sam’s words were soft “I can’t do that to him.”
“So you’re just going to ignore him, because that will hurt a lot less.”
Before Sam could say anything the phone rang and Michael answered it curtly “What?” He looked over at Sam and held out the phone his voice soft “It’s your choice man.”
Sam swallowed looking at the phone with more fear than he showed towards a nest full of vampires. He wavered and his hand slowly clasped over the phone as he brought it to his ear “Dean.”
Michael turned to leave grabbing his coat and heading to the library. Being a genius didn’t mean he didn’t need to study, just not often and it was more convenient when someone needed privacy. Maybe he would run into Willow and let her in on the new development. He knew she would be happy about it, it was Sam after all and all things Sam made her happy.
Connor moved through the basement rearranging pictures and books his whole body tight as a spring. He didn’t want to be here, in a place surrounded by strangers who just watched him, waiting for him to break. It wasn’t even different though, at the hotel everyone had been watching him, expecting him to break.
Cordelia, it still hurt to think about her. He had been infatuated by the idea that someone so amazing could see anything in him but all she had saw in him was his father, that was all anyone saw.
A weak shadow of where we had come from, what he was measured up to a man, a creature, he never could be.
She had used him, the thing that had been controlling her had used him and the world had almost been destroyed. In the end he had managed for one moment to live up to the image of him that everyone saw, he had let the girl go, the sacrifice that was suppose to bring his child into the world.
Except it wasn’t his child, it was the Beast’s and he had been just been a toy, he was told what to do and he had done it because he thought he was in love, he didn’t even know what love was.
He thought he had saw it, it was the way his father had looked at Cordelia’s broken body, the way he had held her in his arms. He had saw it in the way the image of his mother had looked at him, like he was something precious, not Angel’s son or the Destroyer, not Steven, but someone worthy of love, of devotion.
Connor believed his father loved him, he didn’t deserve that love and though he had bulked at the idea he had let himself be led away to the Hellmouth by the Slayer. Faith, she had looked at him and saw his father too but he was okay with that.
He was trying to adjust. This place was a lot different, the people hadn’t looked at him and saw his father, or if they had they were hiding it well.
They were treating him like a child and while it annoyed him it was an interesting feeling, he was only allowed to patrol if someone else was with him and soon he had to start school. School, a place where he didn't have to fight, where he was expected to blend in, to learn, to achieve something beyond death and bloodshed.
They acted like a family and the way his chest had tightened when they looked at him told him they were trying to make him a part of their family.
It had been Joyce who had made him feel different than he ever had, she was a mom and when Connor had arrived she had turned her mothering to him. Buffy was in college, another type of school, and living at home sharing a room with Faith, and then there was Dawn. She was different from anyone he had ever meant, and Connor couldn’t figure out why everyone was so happy.
If not happy than why was everything so steady, his life had been a series of crisis his body and mind constantly being prepared for battle and the stillness put him on edge.
This was what normal was supposed to be.
It was strange.