Silence (PG-13 Fringe)
Title: Silence
Rating:PG-13
Spoilers: Everything up to "6:02 AM"
Characters/Pairings: AltLiv, Lincoln(Red Universe), Scarlie, Lincoln (Blue Universe), Peter Bishop, Lincoln/AltLiv, Peter/Olivia, Scarlie/Mona.
Summary: She couldn't believe she was in this position right now...
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I do not own Fringe or it's characters.
While she didn’t look up at him as he walked away, she could sure feel the anger inside her surge, and that anger was directed entirely on him. She began to think about the events in the past year or so, and felt a pool of guilt and anger form in the pit of her stomach. She wished there was some way she could go back in time, to before she was sent over there, to stop herself from taking the mission. She knew this wasn’t all her fault, but she still felt a bit responsible. She wondered how Secretary Bishop could do this, how his brain came to this decision that he must destroy the other universe in order for them to survive. She didn’t believe his cock-and-bull story about how he was willing to risk his own son’s life to save hers. He was trying to deter her. He did not succeed, not then at least. And now, here she was, sitting in a cell, trapped. She would not let that bastard see her crack. She couldn’t. She needed to stay strong. For herself, for her mother, for Henry, for everybody she loved. She had to find a way to stop him. She had seen the truth about life and the people on the other side, and she knew something was wrong, so so wrong, about the plan. She had seen these people, interacted with them, gotten to know them, and couldn’t bring herself to hate them like the Secretary seemingly hoped she would. Walter, Astrid, Peter, Broyles, hell, even that cow in the corner of the lab who always mooed at her in what she could swear was a disapproving tone (Did the cow know? She often found herself wondering this before she dismissed it as being crazy.) They were all good people, not the monsters she was told about. She could not let them be destroyed. There had to be some way to save both universes.
Sitting in the silence, she thought about all the things she wished she had done differently, but no matter how much she pushed it, one thing kept popping into her head; Henry. As guilty as she felt about being a part of this grand scheme, now that he was here, life without Henry didn’t make any sense at all. But she did wish he had come to be under better circumstances. She thought about her son, how venerable he was, and how everything she did from the moment he was born, was for him. Even doing this, being willing enough to go on a mission she was pretty sure would be her death, was for him. She was comforted by knowing he was at least in good hands. Lincoln would take care of him. She trusted Lincoln with her life, she trusted Lincoln with her son’s life as well. She’d trust Lincoln with anything. Despite the numerous arguments and long standing grudges between them, she knew that, in the end, he was her go to guy. Even when she was with Frank, it was Lincoln she went to with all of her problems. And when she really really thought about it, had she and Frank stayed together, she wasn’t entirely sure she would have trusted Frank to take care of Henry. She probably would have taken him to Lincoln’s apartment.
Lincoln.
Shit.
Lately, especially after Henry was born, she’d been spending quite a lot of time with her boss. Or rather, he would come over, watch Henry while she slept, and leave right after she woke up. Sometimes she would ask him to stay for lunch or dinner, sometimes he stayed, but most of the time, he politely declined. She knew she’d hurt him, she was hurting him. She probably would continue to hurt him too. She didn’t mean too, really. Karma seemed to be a bitch though, because the last five or six times she asked him if he’d like to stay, he declined with that polite, charming smile that was all him. She had felt this odd pain every time he did so. At first, she denied that that pain meant anything, and copped it to being tired and achy, but then, each time it happened , after each “Ah, I have to decline Liv, sorry.” or “I have a lot of paperwork to do, and Charlie won’t take bribes anymore.” she slowly realized what that pain was. It wasn’t the aches she was getting from lifting Henry , or from feeding him. It was disappointment. Disappointment and sadness. For being someone who needed no one, she was starting to notice how much she apparently needed him. There was that guilt again. She wondered if Lincoln ever thought she was using him. She wasn’t. She’d never…oh God she hoped he didn’t think that.
If she got through this whole ordeal, she was going to sit Lincoln down, and they were going to have a good, long talk about where they stood. Which was another question that plagued her mind sometimes while she was trying to sleep at night. What exactly were they anyway? They had kind of surpassed the “just friends” thing when he helped her give birth to her son. And their odd connection where they were practically thinking the same thing , spooked her even more when he suggested naming the kid Henry (which reminded her, she needed to add Mr. Higgins to her Christmas card list, and ask him if him and his family would like to come to Christmas dinner. That is , of course, if they all survived until Christmas). She had to invite Lincoln too. Of course, he’d probably be there with her , helping her cook. When it came to things like pudding and Christmas breads, she was absolutely uneducated. He’d have to help her. She knew he could cook. She’d invite Henry, his family, her mother, Charlie (and Mona Foster, it seems like Charlie has been spending quite a lot of time with the bug girl) , and Astrid. Lincoln would probably already be there, helping her out, cooking and charming her son into being the only one who can stop his really really bad crying fits (oh wait, he already did that). He’d probably get there at 5 in the morning, while she was trying, for the fifteenth time, to calm little Henry down. Or maybe he would even stay the night the night before and…wough was that a blush she felt on her cheeks? She believed it was…
Oh wow, she was even more confused now then she was before…
Dammit, love was confusing.
Wait…
Love?
Was she in love with him?
As she felt her eyelids get heavier, and her body droop to the side, exhaustion finally setting in, that question stayed in her mind. Did she love him?
“Liv…Liv wake up.” she opened one eye to see the object of her confused mind standing in front of her in the cell. She bolted upright, and her eyes swung over to the door. Still closed. This was a dream. It had to be.
“This is a dream isn’t it? You’re not really here. You’re back at my apartment with Henry.” she whispered. He smiled and nodded. “Not that I’m not happy to see you but uh…”
“Why am I here?” she nodded “This is your dream Liv, you should be able to answer that. I am a figment of your imagination after all.”
“You’re not imaginary to me.” she said without pause. Lincoln smiled that infuriatingly charming smile that secretly made butterflies flutter in her stomach.
“I guess…I wanted to see you one last time before…”Olivia looked away from him, to the floor. She couldn’t look at him, even a dream version, not while she felt like this. He couldn’t see her like this… She felt a warm hand cup her cheek and bring her head back up. Even in her dream he had that warm expression that made her feel calmer and safer. “I’m sorry.” she whispered. He shook his head.
“You have nothing to be sorry for Liv.” he replied, bringing her to her feet in front of him.
“ I am a part of this Lincoln. I am a part of the problem. I’m a part of this war, so are you.” Once again Lincoln shook his head. He pulled her to him as the tears started to flow. She buried her face in his jacket, and he held her close. The tears just kept on flowing. “What are we going to do Linc? Everything is so messed up. How are we supposed to fix this? Can we even fix this? I don’t want to die Linc. I want to live. I want to live and raise Henry…with you.” she looked up at him , her eyes filled with sadness and love. “I love you Lincoln. I’m sorry I never told you . I may never get to tell you in real life. I guess that’s why you are here. Unresolved tension.” Lincoln laughed, and Olivia loved the feeling of it vibrating through his chest. “ I love you Lincoln, and I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…I love you. I love you… I love you.”
“LINCOLN! Stop staring at her like someone just struck you in the head! Get her out of the damn cell! We need to run!” Olivia was jolted back to reality by the sound of Charlie’s yelling. She felt herself being tugged up and out of the cell by a familiar presence. She could hear alarms going off, and almost tripped on a knocked out guard.
“Charlie do you have the machines?!” Lincoln yelled ahead of them.
“Yes! Hurry up!” They turned a corner, she heard more shouting, the sound of gunfire. They duck inside an empty lab, and lock the door. Charlie handed her a universe traveling device, and pushed her to the back of the lab, making her loose contact with Lincoln. She caught a flash of her boss grabbing a gun from Charlie, and going towards a desk by the door.
“Olivia, take these , we found some that work. Go. Go get Mr. Bishop. Stop this. We’ll take care of things here.” Charlie said.
“But…”
“Now Liv!” Olivia nodded and turned on the device. It powered up, and the lights turned blue. As the world faded away, she heard Lincoln calling for Charlie to come help him. Gunfire and shouting were the last things she heard before …
Blackness.
When Olivia opened her eyes and smelled the stifling smell of a hospital surrounding her, and familiar voices.
“ So, wait, this person is Olivia Dunham too?” she swore she knew that voice. It sounded so familiar, so…comforting.
“Yes, she’s from…a different universe.” she recognized that voice as well. Who…
“Look, Mr. Bishop, I know I’m new to these more…out there cases that you , your father, and your girlfriend investigate, but this…”
“Look, explaining all of this would take forever, but right now, with everything that’s been happening lately…”
“Yes, yes. The sheep in the field and the incidents in the Midwest…”
“Exactly, and we’re working on those, but we need someone here as well, watching her.”
“Should I consider her dangerous?”
“Very dangerous, and manipulative. Don‘t let her get to you.” Peter, as she identified one of the voices to be, said with confidence. Olivia bit her lip, and cringed. She deserved that.
“Alright Mr. Bishop, if you insist. Are you sure you don’t want me to go instead? You’ve only been out of the hospital for a couple of days, and Agent Farnsworth said your injuries were pretty bad…”
“I’m fine, I can go. Thank you for your concern Agent Lee.”
“Of course, goodbye Mr. Bishop.”
“Goodbye Agent Lee.” She heard the door open and close, and someone walk closer.
“Ah.” she looked over at the voice, and resisted a gasp and a giggle. “ I see that you are awake Ms. Dunham. Well, I would like to say that escaping would be pointless. There are two cops outside this room, and I’m the best shot in my graduating class. So don’t even bother.” Lincoln pushed his glasses back up his nose, and pushed back his trench coat back to show the gun in his holster.
“Understood Agent Lee.”
“How do you…”
“I heard Peter call you Agent Lee. I’ve been awake for a few minutes.” Olivia explained. When she tried to sit up, she discovered something else. She had been handcuffed to the bed. Great.
“I see, sorry. It’s uh…been a long day.” Lincoln replied, going to sit at the chair next to the table in the corner of the room. He stretched out, took his glasses off, rubbed the bridge of his nose, and replaced the glasses. Eyeing Olivia wearily, he took a sip of the coffee in the Styrofoam cup next too him. Making a face, he placed the coffee back on the table and pushed it away.
“It’s fine.” Olivia moved her neck around to work out the kinks. She couldn’t help but smile at this Lincoln. He looked incredibly dorky. Like that Clark Kent character from that cartoon Walter liked to watch on Saturday mornings, claiming he knew how to make kryptonite from materials in this world (although Walter was high half the time) . He looked so different from her Lincoln and yet… she was sure he wasn’t lying when he said he was a good shot. She was sure he was just as intelligent and determined and loyal as her Lincoln. There couldn’t be that many things different between the two, right?
“Uh…Miss Dunham, why are you staring at me? It’s a little creepy.”
“Sorry. I uh…I know the other you.” Olivia said cautiously.
“ Oh really?”
“Yeah. He’s um…he’s my boss. Over there. And uh…we’re….” Olivia cannot believe she is blushing about her Lincoln in front of the other universe’s Lincoln. This definitely was high on her ’Embarrassing Moments’ list.
“You’re…?”
“It’s complicated.” Olivia finally said. “We…we’re sort of…” Suddenly there was a flash of light out side the window, off in the distance. The building shook, and screams could be heard. She looked over to see the other Lincoln picking up a call on his phone.
“Hello? Oh, hello Mr. Bishop. Yes. No, it was at least five miles away from us. Yes the hospital is fine. I’m not sure if everyone was evacuated. Yes. Yes, no. Yes, I’ll call if I learn anything. Yes. Okay, goodbye Mr. Bishop.” Lincoln hung up the call and stared out the window. He sighed and clicked his tongue. Finally, after a few minutes, he looked back towards Olivia. “Is it this bad over there?”
“Worse.” Olivia replied. “I didn’t come here to sabotage your side. I want to help. The man doing this…he’s lost his mind. I don’t know what led him to this, but he needs to be stopped. And Peter is the only person who can stop him.”
“You really believe that?” Lincoln asked, leaning forward in his chair.
“ I want to believe that it can. Something has to be done.” Lincoln nodded and sat back in his chair. Olivia looked towards the window and let the sound of sirens overtake her.
The End.
Rating:PG-13
Spoilers: Everything up to "6:02 AM"
Characters/Pairings: AltLiv, Lincoln(Red Universe), Scarlie, Lincoln (Blue Universe), Peter Bishop, Lincoln/AltLiv, Peter/Olivia, Scarlie/Mona.
Summary: She couldn't believe she was in this position right now...
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I do not own Fringe or it's characters.
While she didn’t look up at him as he walked away, she could sure feel the anger inside her surge, and that anger was directed entirely on him. She began to think about the events in the past year or so, and felt a pool of guilt and anger form in the pit of her stomach. She wished there was some way she could go back in time, to before she was sent over there, to stop herself from taking the mission. She knew this wasn’t all her fault, but she still felt a bit responsible. She wondered how Secretary Bishop could do this, how his brain came to this decision that he must destroy the other universe in order for them to survive. She didn’t believe his cock-and-bull story about how he was willing to risk his own son’s life to save hers. He was trying to deter her. He did not succeed, not then at least. And now, here she was, sitting in a cell, trapped. She would not let that bastard see her crack. She couldn’t. She needed to stay strong. For herself, for her mother, for Henry, for everybody she loved. She had to find a way to stop him. She had seen the truth about life and the people on the other side, and she knew something was wrong, so so wrong, about the plan. She had seen these people, interacted with them, gotten to know them, and couldn’t bring herself to hate them like the Secretary seemingly hoped she would. Walter, Astrid, Peter, Broyles, hell, even that cow in the corner of the lab who always mooed at her in what she could swear was a disapproving tone (Did the cow know? She often found herself wondering this before she dismissed it as being crazy.) They were all good people, not the monsters she was told about. She could not let them be destroyed. There had to be some way to save both universes.
Sitting in the silence, she thought about all the things she wished she had done differently, but no matter how much she pushed it, one thing kept popping into her head; Henry. As guilty as she felt about being a part of this grand scheme, now that he was here, life without Henry didn’t make any sense at all. But she did wish he had come to be under better circumstances. She thought about her son, how venerable he was, and how everything she did from the moment he was born, was for him. Even doing this, being willing enough to go on a mission she was pretty sure would be her death, was for him. She was comforted by knowing he was at least in good hands. Lincoln would take care of him. She trusted Lincoln with her life, she trusted Lincoln with her son’s life as well. She’d trust Lincoln with anything. Despite the numerous arguments and long standing grudges between them, she knew that, in the end, he was her go to guy. Even when she was with Frank, it was Lincoln she went to with all of her problems. And when she really really thought about it, had she and Frank stayed together, she wasn’t entirely sure she would have trusted Frank to take care of Henry. She probably would have taken him to Lincoln’s apartment.
Lincoln.
Shit.
Lately, especially after Henry was born, she’d been spending quite a lot of time with her boss. Or rather, he would come over, watch Henry while she slept, and leave right after she woke up. Sometimes she would ask him to stay for lunch or dinner, sometimes he stayed, but most of the time, he politely declined. She knew she’d hurt him, she was hurting him. She probably would continue to hurt him too. She didn’t mean too, really. Karma seemed to be a bitch though, because the last five or six times she asked him if he’d like to stay, he declined with that polite, charming smile that was all him. She had felt this odd pain every time he did so. At first, she denied that that pain meant anything, and copped it to being tired and achy, but then, each time it happened , after each “Ah, I have to decline Liv, sorry.” or “I have a lot of paperwork to do, and Charlie won’t take bribes anymore.” she slowly realized what that pain was. It wasn’t the aches she was getting from lifting Henry , or from feeding him. It was disappointment. Disappointment and sadness. For being someone who needed no one, she was starting to notice how much she apparently needed him. There was that guilt again. She wondered if Lincoln ever thought she was using him. She wasn’t. She’d never…oh God she hoped he didn’t think that.
If she got through this whole ordeal, she was going to sit Lincoln down, and they were going to have a good, long talk about where they stood. Which was another question that plagued her mind sometimes while she was trying to sleep at night. What exactly were they anyway? They had kind of surpassed the “just friends” thing when he helped her give birth to her son. And their odd connection where they were practically thinking the same thing , spooked her even more when he suggested naming the kid Henry (which reminded her, she needed to add Mr. Higgins to her Christmas card list, and ask him if him and his family would like to come to Christmas dinner. That is , of course, if they all survived until Christmas). She had to invite Lincoln too. Of course, he’d probably be there with her , helping her cook. When it came to things like pudding and Christmas breads, she was absolutely uneducated. He’d have to help her. She knew he could cook. She’d invite Henry, his family, her mother, Charlie (and Mona Foster, it seems like Charlie has been spending quite a lot of time with the bug girl) , and Astrid. Lincoln would probably already be there, helping her out, cooking and charming her son into being the only one who can stop his really really bad crying fits (oh wait, he already did that). He’d probably get there at 5 in the morning, while she was trying, for the fifteenth time, to calm little Henry down. Or maybe he would even stay the night the night before and…wough was that a blush she felt on her cheeks? She believed it was…
Oh wow, she was even more confused now then she was before…
Dammit, love was confusing.
Wait…
Love?
Was she in love with him?
As she felt her eyelids get heavier, and her body droop to the side, exhaustion finally setting in, that question stayed in her mind. Did she love him?
“Liv…Liv wake up.” she opened one eye to see the object of her confused mind standing in front of her in the cell. She bolted upright, and her eyes swung over to the door. Still closed. This was a dream. It had to be.
“This is a dream isn’t it? You’re not really here. You’re back at my apartment with Henry.” she whispered. He smiled and nodded. “Not that I’m not happy to see you but uh…”
“Why am I here?” she nodded “This is your dream Liv, you should be able to answer that. I am a figment of your imagination after all.”
“You’re not imaginary to me.” she said without pause. Lincoln smiled that infuriatingly charming smile that secretly made butterflies flutter in her stomach.
“I guess…I wanted to see you one last time before…”Olivia looked away from him, to the floor. She couldn’t look at him, even a dream version, not while she felt like this. He couldn’t see her like this… She felt a warm hand cup her cheek and bring her head back up. Even in her dream he had that warm expression that made her feel calmer and safer. “I’m sorry.” she whispered. He shook his head.
“You have nothing to be sorry for Liv.” he replied, bringing her to her feet in front of him.
“ I am a part of this Lincoln. I am a part of the problem. I’m a part of this war, so are you.” Once again Lincoln shook his head. He pulled her to him as the tears started to flow. She buried her face in his jacket, and he held her close. The tears just kept on flowing. “What are we going to do Linc? Everything is so messed up. How are we supposed to fix this? Can we even fix this? I don’t want to die Linc. I want to live. I want to live and raise Henry…with you.” she looked up at him , her eyes filled with sadness and love. “I love you Lincoln. I’m sorry I never told you . I may never get to tell you in real life. I guess that’s why you are here. Unresolved tension.” Lincoln laughed, and Olivia loved the feeling of it vibrating through his chest. “ I love you Lincoln, and I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…I love you. I love you… I love you.”
“LINCOLN! Stop staring at her like someone just struck you in the head! Get her out of the damn cell! We need to run!” Olivia was jolted back to reality by the sound of Charlie’s yelling. She felt herself being tugged up and out of the cell by a familiar presence. She could hear alarms going off, and almost tripped on a knocked out guard.
“Charlie do you have the machines?!” Lincoln yelled ahead of them.
“Yes! Hurry up!” They turned a corner, she heard more shouting, the sound of gunfire. They duck inside an empty lab, and lock the door. Charlie handed her a universe traveling device, and pushed her to the back of the lab, making her loose contact with Lincoln. She caught a flash of her boss grabbing a gun from Charlie, and going towards a desk by the door.
“Olivia, take these , we found some that work. Go. Go get Mr. Bishop. Stop this. We’ll take care of things here.” Charlie said.
“But…”
“Now Liv!” Olivia nodded and turned on the device. It powered up, and the lights turned blue. As the world faded away, she heard Lincoln calling for Charlie to come help him. Gunfire and shouting were the last things she heard before …
Blackness.
When Olivia opened her eyes and smelled the stifling smell of a hospital surrounding her, and familiar voices.
“ So, wait, this person is Olivia Dunham too?” she swore she knew that voice. It sounded so familiar, so…comforting.
“Yes, she’s from…a different universe.” she recognized that voice as well. Who…
“Look, Mr. Bishop, I know I’m new to these more…out there cases that you , your father, and your girlfriend investigate, but this…”
“Look, explaining all of this would take forever, but right now, with everything that’s been happening lately…”
“Yes, yes. The sheep in the field and the incidents in the Midwest…”
“Exactly, and we’re working on those, but we need someone here as well, watching her.”
“Should I consider her dangerous?”
“Very dangerous, and manipulative. Don‘t let her get to you.” Peter, as she identified one of the voices to be, said with confidence. Olivia bit her lip, and cringed. She deserved that.
“Alright Mr. Bishop, if you insist. Are you sure you don’t want me to go instead? You’ve only been out of the hospital for a couple of days, and Agent Farnsworth said your injuries were pretty bad…”
“I’m fine, I can go. Thank you for your concern Agent Lee.”
“Of course, goodbye Mr. Bishop.”
“Goodbye Agent Lee.” She heard the door open and close, and someone walk closer.
“Ah.” she looked over at the voice, and resisted a gasp and a giggle. “ I see that you are awake Ms. Dunham. Well, I would like to say that escaping would be pointless. There are two cops outside this room, and I’m the best shot in my graduating class. So don’t even bother.” Lincoln pushed his glasses back up his nose, and pushed back his trench coat back to show the gun in his holster.
“Understood Agent Lee.”
“How do you…”
“I heard Peter call you Agent Lee. I’ve been awake for a few minutes.” Olivia explained. When she tried to sit up, she discovered something else. She had been handcuffed to the bed. Great.
“I see, sorry. It’s uh…been a long day.” Lincoln replied, going to sit at the chair next to the table in the corner of the room. He stretched out, took his glasses off, rubbed the bridge of his nose, and replaced the glasses. Eyeing Olivia wearily, he took a sip of the coffee in the Styrofoam cup next too him. Making a face, he placed the coffee back on the table and pushed it away.
“It’s fine.” Olivia moved her neck around to work out the kinks. She couldn’t help but smile at this Lincoln. He looked incredibly dorky. Like that Clark Kent character from that cartoon Walter liked to watch on Saturday mornings, claiming he knew how to make kryptonite from materials in this world (although Walter was high half the time) . He looked so different from her Lincoln and yet… she was sure he wasn’t lying when he said he was a good shot. She was sure he was just as intelligent and determined and loyal as her Lincoln. There couldn’t be that many things different between the two, right?
“Uh…Miss Dunham, why are you staring at me? It’s a little creepy.”
“Sorry. I uh…I know the other you.” Olivia said cautiously.
“ Oh really?”
“Yeah. He’s um…he’s my boss. Over there. And uh…we’re….” Olivia cannot believe she is blushing about her Lincoln in front of the other universe’s Lincoln. This definitely was high on her ’Embarrassing Moments’ list.
“You’re…?”
“It’s complicated.” Olivia finally said. “We…we’re sort of…” Suddenly there was a flash of light out side the window, off in the distance. The building shook, and screams could be heard. She looked over to see the other Lincoln picking up a call on his phone.
“Hello? Oh, hello Mr. Bishop. Yes. No, it was at least five miles away from us. Yes the hospital is fine. I’m not sure if everyone was evacuated. Yes. Yes, no. Yes, I’ll call if I learn anything. Yes. Okay, goodbye Mr. Bishop.” Lincoln hung up the call and stared out the window. He sighed and clicked his tongue. Finally, after a few minutes, he looked back towards Olivia. “Is it this bad over there?”
“Worse.” Olivia replied. “I didn’t come here to sabotage your side. I want to help. The man doing this…he’s lost his mind. I don’t know what led him to this, but he needs to be stopped. And Peter is the only person who can stop him.”
“You really believe that?” Lincoln asked, leaning forward in his chair.
“ I want to believe that it can. Something has to be done.” Lincoln nodded and sat back in his chair. Olivia looked towards the window and let the sound of sirens overtake her.
The End.