Fic: "The peacoat tale"
Title: The Peacoat Tale
Genre: Fringe Highschool!AU, angst, hurt/comfort, slash, romance.
Characters: Peter, Lincoln, Walter, and a pair of magic pants.
Summary: Some of Peter’s clothes are missing but then again so is everything he loves.
Spoilers: Seasons 1-2. None really, unless you don’t know who Lincoln is.
Warnings: I’m supposed to be writing the girls prompt for Pecoln but well, I just rewatched that “Fans Ask” and I couldn’t help myself, this started off as something with a little of angst and ended up being the way it is now. I apologize for any typos.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Fringe or any of it’s characters.
He has looked everywhere ever since he got to his place, he thinks he is sure enough that he put all of his clothes on his suitcase after the funeral but he was obviously, painfully wrong, the painfull part being going around with his old ratty pyjamas, a pair that Walter bought for him sometime ago when he wanted Peter to forgive him and accept him as his father.
Surely, his pyjama pants shouldn’t seem so smug considering that they are for all intents and purposes not alive. With his luck he is sure they could actually turn into a pair of walking and talking pyjama pants. And he also shouldn’t eat anything from the fridge, maybe he ingested LSD without knowing it and that’s why he is currently thinking, of all things he had to go through in his life, about a pair of magical pan-, wait, a kid that he knows all too well is staring at him with a deer-in-the-headlights look on his face.
He should have figured Lee was The Secret Peacoat Thief. He takes a look at Lincoln’s eyes, behind the same“I’m secretly a superhero” pair of glasses that he bought 3 years ago, and runs away from the house to the secret house Walter had made him when he was 10. He is not careful enough, though and ends up crashing on the window and almost falling right back to were Lincoln is, a sweaty mess and breathing short intakes of air, probably furious at Peter for making him run this much.
“Well, don’t look at me like that sweetheart, I think I have told you already that you are not welcome over here anymore-”. He is mad with Lincoln about being lied to and being treated like an idiot twice now but he manages to calm down and ask Lincoln what was he doing with his peacoat and what the hell he wanted him for.
“I did intended to give you your coat but you don’t stay for more than 5 minutes on a room with me, I know I should have told you that I found out the truth about your mother’s death and that I-”. He stayed silent, it was obvious that he didn’t wanted Peter to get even more upset. This look he was giving him proved how strongly he felt for Lincoln. They most have looked strange enough that Peter, through his anger let Lincoln up and closed the treehouse curtains, shut the door closed and let him lay right next to him on the small twin bed, he remembes then that he had put it there recently when the two of them and Charlie had watched the premiere of The X-Files together.
His mom had been in pain at the moment and he didn’t knew it, the simple thought of being unaware of someone that he loved was fighting for her life, for everything to change; for her to be okay again, healthy at the very least was enough for him to want to close his eyes and give in his feelings for once. And that’s how Peter found himself closer to the boy that had kissed him two days ago, the same kid that wanted to eat his m&m’s at first grade, the same that thought that watching old movies on a Friday night was better than going out with Peter to see a new movie at the movie theather. He took Lincoln by his peacoat and gave him a short kiss before holding him a little close to his chest, not an actual hug but a clear signal of I want you here. Stay.
“We still have the morning”, Lincoln thought to himself as they both drifted off to sleep.