Clarity: Chapter One
Title: Clarity
Rating: PG-13/T
Characters: Fauxlivia, Alt-Lincoln, Red-verse, Amber-verse
Summary: Lincoln Lee wakes up in Olivia's apartment with no memory of why he's there and how he got to this point. "Right now, for you, the truth is a very fluid concept."
Chapter One
Lincoln had no idea why he was sitting in the middle of Olivia's apartment staring into nothingness. In fact, he had no idea why he was here at all. He had been here thousands of times, but never for very long.
"Liv?" He called out, getting up from the chair that he was sitting in. "Everything okay?"
There was no answer. He walked over to the bathroom, but the lights were out and the door was open.
"Liv?" He tried again
No response.
They didn't...sleep together or anything, did they? It wouldn't explain why he randomly fell asleep in a chair, but it would explain why she wasn't here. If it was some sort of drunken accident and she woke up before he did, she would have bolted.
But if he had drunkenly woke up to her gone, he probably would have planted himself on the chair and waited for her to come back so that they could talk about it.
He gave himself a quick inspection of himself in the mirror- hair was the same, clothes weren't messed up. He just looked tired, and he had a loaded gun strapped to his leg.
He went to her bedroom. Not only was Olivia not there, but the bed was made. It didn't look like it had been slept in for a while.
It was weird being in the apartment without her here, almost like he was breaking in or something. He tapped the communicator on the side of his ear to call her, see what was going on.
Straight to a voice message. That was odd. Liv always picked up. He couldn't remember a time when she didn't pick up. It didn't look like they had slept together, so it didn't seem like she was mad at him.
Which meant that something was wrong. He tried to call Charlie, but he wasn't picking up either. He gave Astrid a call- if anybody was structured enough to make sure that they picked up no matter what, it would be her.
But she wasn't picking up. And Lincoln knew that was a statistical impossibility in itself.
What the hell was going on?
He needed to get out of here to figure it all out. He grabbed Olivia's tablet and scribbled out a little message, and opened the door to leave when he felt an overwhelming dizziness.
He closed his eyes, feeling nausea all of a sudden, and gripped the side of the door to steady himself.
Words came to mind as he breathed slowly. Familiar words that she said, but he had no idea why.
As much as I would love to have you watching my butt, I need you here.
He opened his eyes as the nausea passed. Maybe he was here for some sort of reason? If Liv needed to do something, then it was obviously dangerous, and she needed him here to protect something. Guard some sort of device? He walked over to the side table and saw a picture of the two of them.
He picked it up. It felt as if more words were slowly filling his head again. They were hers again.
Well, you actually owed me fifty bucks, so I was going for your wallet.
That part made sense- the picture was taken after Liv saved his life. It was the first time his pride was wounded by her, but the two of them developed their habit of teasing each other.
But then, suddenly the words that filled his head were his.
You can't do this alone, Liv. Let me come with you.
Can't do what? What was she doing? And what was he here to guard?
Lincoln wanted to call her again, but he knew that if she didn't pick up the first time, if Charlie and Astrid also weren't picking up, then for the moment, they were unreachable.
Lincoln was alone, and even though he knew that Liv wanted him to stay here, she was in trouble somewhere. He needed to get back to his own apartment. He didn't want to mess with Liv's stuff too much, it was weird since she wasn't here.
Fringe Division's Security Section was still picking up, apparently. He got in contact with someone there, and had a team come over to guard the front door.
It seemed a little strange, since there was nobody in the apartment, but whatever he needed to guard here was important.
When he got into his car and turned it on, he saw that it was two in the morning. Maybe there wasn't anything here after all. Maybe nothing was off, and people were just sleeping. Maybe he was just tired, and he was just driving himself crazy.
He didn't feel incredibly tired as he drove- he had a demanding job and was used to pulling late nights all of the time. It didn't seem any different from that.
He pulled a three-nighter only a couple of weeks ago, and ended up fine. When he tried to focus on why he spent three days and nights working straight, he couldn't remember.
It was probably something life-threatening. It always was, maybe it was some sort of big case. It was the only reason for it.
He parked his car near his apartment building, and had no idea why he couldn't remember these little details. He wasn't so completely sleep deprived that his mind was starting to dull. They wouldn't approve of it at the Academy if they knew about that.
Maybe it could all be cured with a good night's sleep. Maybe that was all that was needed.
He unlocked his door and closed it behind him, turning on the lights and throwing his keys down on the side table. He walked into his bedroom and put his gun down on the nightstand and stripped down to his boxers before climbing in bed and closing his eyes.
His body fell asleep instantly, and he couldn't open his eyes, but Lincoln's brain still couldn't seem to shut up. Words starting flooding his mind. Some were his, others were male or female. There were some voices that he didn't recognize.
***Flash***
"Makes you wonder what else we don't know."
***Flash***
"Who else knows about this?" Lincoln asked
"As far as I know, just Olivia and I."
***Flash***
"Lincoln, did you talk to my mom?"
***Flash***
"Hands on the wheel!" Charlie shouted
"Out of the car!!" Lincoln shouted
"Which one?" The man asked
Lincoln was still for a second before opening the door with one hand, his gun firmly gripped in the other. "Out of the car!!"
***Flash***
"Agent Dunham had a mental breakdown. She'll be out for a couple of days until she stabilizes. She'll be fine, but sir, you really need to rest. You won't heal unless you make sure that you're in the chamber for eight hours a day."
***Flash***
"How do you know her?"
***Flash***
"I'm a cabbie. I know all of the shortcuts."
***Flash***
"You're the only one I trust."
***Flash***
"I would have known."
"Yeah", Charlie said. "Keep telling yourself that, okay?"
***End Flash***
Lincoln woke up terrified and confused. He didn't remember having any of these conversations, yet they all seemed so real.
What the hell was going on?
Rating: PG-13/T
Characters: Fauxlivia, Alt-Lincoln, Red-verse, Amber-verse
Summary: Lincoln Lee wakes up in Olivia's apartment with no memory of why he's there and how he got to this point. "Right now, for you, the truth is a very fluid concept."
Chapter One
Lincoln had no idea why he was sitting in the middle of Olivia's apartment staring into nothingness. In fact, he had no idea why he was here at all. He had been here thousands of times, but never for very long.
"Liv?" He called out, getting up from the chair that he was sitting in. "Everything okay?"
There was no answer. He walked over to the bathroom, but the lights were out and the door was open.
"Liv?" He tried again
No response.
They didn't...sleep together or anything, did they? It wouldn't explain why he randomly fell asleep in a chair, but it would explain why she wasn't here. If it was some sort of drunken accident and she woke up before he did, she would have bolted.
But if he had drunkenly woke up to her gone, he probably would have planted himself on the chair and waited for her to come back so that they could talk about it.
He gave himself a quick inspection of himself in the mirror- hair was the same, clothes weren't messed up. He just looked tired, and he had a loaded gun strapped to his leg.
He went to her bedroom. Not only was Olivia not there, but the bed was made. It didn't look like it had been slept in for a while.
It was weird being in the apartment without her here, almost like he was breaking in or something. He tapped the communicator on the side of his ear to call her, see what was going on.
Straight to a voice message. That was odd. Liv always picked up. He couldn't remember a time when she didn't pick up. It didn't look like they had slept together, so it didn't seem like she was mad at him.
Which meant that something was wrong. He tried to call Charlie, but he wasn't picking up either. He gave Astrid a call- if anybody was structured enough to make sure that they picked up no matter what, it would be her.
But she wasn't picking up. And Lincoln knew that was a statistical impossibility in itself.
What the hell was going on?
He needed to get out of here to figure it all out. He grabbed Olivia's tablet and scribbled out a little message, and opened the door to leave when he felt an overwhelming dizziness.
He closed his eyes, feeling nausea all of a sudden, and gripped the side of the door to steady himself.
Words came to mind as he breathed slowly. Familiar words that she said, but he had no idea why.
As much as I would love to have you watching my butt, I need you here.
He opened his eyes as the nausea passed. Maybe he was here for some sort of reason? If Liv needed to do something, then it was obviously dangerous, and she needed him here to protect something. Guard some sort of device? He walked over to the side table and saw a picture of the two of them.
He picked it up. It felt as if more words were slowly filling his head again. They were hers again.
Well, you actually owed me fifty bucks, so I was going for your wallet.
That part made sense- the picture was taken after Liv saved his life. It was the first time his pride was wounded by her, but the two of them developed their habit of teasing each other.
But then, suddenly the words that filled his head were his.
You can't do this alone, Liv. Let me come with you.
Can't do what? What was she doing? And what was he here to guard?
Lincoln wanted to call her again, but he knew that if she didn't pick up the first time, if Charlie and Astrid also weren't picking up, then for the moment, they were unreachable.
Lincoln was alone, and even though he knew that Liv wanted him to stay here, she was in trouble somewhere. He needed to get back to his own apartment. He didn't want to mess with Liv's stuff too much, it was weird since she wasn't here.
Fringe Division's Security Section was still picking up, apparently. He got in contact with someone there, and had a team come over to guard the front door.
It seemed a little strange, since there was nobody in the apartment, but whatever he needed to guard here was important.
When he got into his car and turned it on, he saw that it was two in the morning. Maybe there wasn't anything here after all. Maybe nothing was off, and people were just sleeping. Maybe he was just tired, and he was just driving himself crazy.
He didn't feel incredibly tired as he drove- he had a demanding job and was used to pulling late nights all of the time. It didn't seem any different from that.
He pulled a three-nighter only a couple of weeks ago, and ended up fine. When he tried to focus on why he spent three days and nights working straight, he couldn't remember.
It was probably something life-threatening. It always was, maybe it was some sort of big case. It was the only reason for it.
He parked his car near his apartment building, and had no idea why he couldn't remember these little details. He wasn't so completely sleep deprived that his mind was starting to dull. They wouldn't approve of it at the Academy if they knew about that.
Maybe it could all be cured with a good night's sleep. Maybe that was all that was needed.
He unlocked his door and closed it behind him, turning on the lights and throwing his keys down on the side table. He walked into his bedroom and put his gun down on the nightstand and stripped down to his boxers before climbing in bed and closing his eyes.
His body fell asleep instantly, and he couldn't open his eyes, but Lincoln's brain still couldn't seem to shut up. Words starting flooding his mind. Some were his, others were male or female. There were some voices that he didn't recognize.
***Flash***
"Makes you wonder what else we don't know."
***Flash***
"Who else knows about this?" Lincoln asked
"As far as I know, just Olivia and I."
***Flash***
"Lincoln, did you talk to my mom?"
***Flash***
"Hands on the wheel!" Charlie shouted
"Out of the car!!" Lincoln shouted
"Which one?" The man asked
Lincoln was still for a second before opening the door with one hand, his gun firmly gripped in the other. "Out of the car!!"
***Flash***
"Agent Dunham had a mental breakdown. She'll be out for a couple of days until she stabilizes. She'll be fine, but sir, you really need to rest. You won't heal unless you make sure that you're in the chamber for eight hours a day."
***Flash***
"How do you know her?"
***Flash***
"I'm a cabbie. I know all of the shortcuts."
***Flash***
"You're the only one I trust."
***Flash***
"I would have known."
"Yeah", Charlie said. "Keep telling yourself that, okay?"
***End Flash***
Lincoln woke up terrified and confused. He didn't remember having any of these conversations, yet they all seemed so real.
What the hell was going on?