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Fandom: Prison Break
Characters: Michael, Lincoln, LJ
Prompt: 024: Family
Word Count: 620
Rating: G
Summary: Lincoln has second thoughts on the new addition to the Burrows/Scofield family, and Michael makes fun of him.

Disclaimer: Paul Scheuring and a whole lot of other people who aren't me own Prison Break.

AN: Sequel to Feminine Touch

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"You think you could maybe do something about this?" Lincoln growled, brandishing a half-eaten shoe in Michael's face.

"Me?" Michael gaped at his brother. "I didn't do it, what're you asking me for?"

"Teach her to stop chewing up everything in sight!" Lincoln barked, waving his shoe through the air angrily. "She's your dog!"

"Woah, wait a minute," Michael said, holding his hands up in front of himself defensively. "Who was the one who wanted to bring her with us in the first place? That was you, man, I didn't even want her."

"Yeah, well you're the one she follows around like a damn…"

"…Puppy?" Michael finished for him with a laugh as Lincoln rolled his eyes.

"Shut up. Just make her stop, train her or something to leave other people's stuff alone."

"It's your stuff she keeps going after, you train her."

"She likes you better."

"She has more respect for you," Michael grinned.

"Don't be an asshole," Lincoln said, pointing his ripped shoe at Michael forcefully before dropping it to the floor, narrowly missing the black puppy lying at Michael's feet and playing with his shoelaces. She leapt up upon the crash of the shoe in front of her nose and dashed off, wandering back a moment later to sniff experimentally and then attack the shoe. "And does that look like respect to you?"

Michael was about to lecture his brother on being careful around the small puppy, but when she settled back at his feet and proceeded to tear the last of the sole out of the shoe, he smiled at her and looked back up at Lincoln with a pleased smirk.

Lincoln glared at his brother. "I'm getting really sick of wearing your t-shirts," he said, tugging at the hem of the one he was currently wearing in a vain attempt to stretch it out so that it would fit just a little bit better. "But she's chewed holes through every one of mine. All three of them. I'm down to two pairs of socks and she just tore up my only pair of shoes. If she gets to my last pair of underwear, I'm leaving her by the side of the road."

"What?"

The brothers turned at the shocked exclamation to see LJ standing in the doorway holding huge yellow rubber bone.

"I, uh… hey," Lincoln offered meekly, glancing from his son to the puppy on the floor.

"Your dad didn't mean it, LJ," Michael said in a placating tone. He turned back to Lincoln as he continued to speak to his nephew. "He's just unhappy about having to wear sandals for a while, and he's taking it out on the dog like a child."

"Screw you," Lincoln bit out through clenched teeth. "Easy for you two to stand here and get mad at me, she's not destroying all of your stuff."

"We are not getting rid of her!" LJ shouted, throwing the rubber bone to the floor and turning to storm out of the room.

"Hey, LJ, wait a sec!" Lincoln called as he ran out after his son.

Michael couldn't help laughing at the two of them, knowing that in an hour Lincoln would go back to loving the dog and that he'd never really get rid of her anyway considering how much LJ loved her – and, Michael finally admitted, how much he had grown to love her himself.

He sighed as he bent down to pick up the dog, wrenching the mangled shoe from her mouth as he carried her out the door after Lincoln and LJ.

"You have really good taste, you know that?" he asked the puppy as he tossed his brother's shoe away before heading out the door.

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