hi, i still write things sometimes.
Fandom: Fringe
Title: Snippets of Conversation
Rating: PG
Setting: Beginning of S4
Summary Stuff: My friend wanted Lincoln/Olivia interaction. I wrote this.
"You don't talk very much outside of an investigation, do you?"
He hadn't meant for it to come out as insulting as it had and when Olivia turned to look at him, Lincoln adjusted in his seat, turning his eyes towards a dark grey wall across from them. They were waiting for Broyles to arrive to cross over to the other side. There was a case and he'd received a text message from agent Dunham at three in the morning telling him to be ready in fifteen minutes because she was picking him up.
She'd brought him a coffee. Black. One sugar. No cream. And Lincoln drank it, forcing himself to keep a straight face despite the sour taste while she detailed the murders that had occurred on the other side, people missing parts of their brain, how they could maybe assist, how they'd be over there a few days. And then she'd gone silent, not even switching on a radio station as they rode towards Liberty Island.
Olivia was still watching him, but Lincoln only pushed up his glasses and tapped his fingers on the file in his lap. "You mean, like small talk?" She asked him, voice cracking slightly, and she cleared her throat.
Finally, he glanced over, finding her leaned back with a small grin on her face. "I know we're not partners or anything, but, it wouldn't hurt to get to know each other."
"What do you want to know?"
She was watching him, eyes curious as she waited for his answer and Lincoln swallowed hard. He thought having a conversation with her might make things easier between them - because he could feel an uneasy tension, almost as if he were trying to take the place of someone who didn't exist - but in reality, it was even more awkward when he had her full attention.
"Did you always want to be an FBI agent?" The question was muted and he raised his chin towards her, giving her just the hint of a smile as he continued, "When I was a kid, I wanted to be a scientist."
Her body relaxed and he felt his follow suit as she shrugged and grinned. "Yeah, I wanted to be a cop when I was younger. Guess it's reactionary - so much in my life seemed to require an enforcement of the law that seemingly wasn't available to me, to my mom and sister, so I vowed I would provide that one day. The assurance that someone would be there, would fight for the innocent. Put away the guilty."
"Make a safer world," Lincoln added and she nodded. "I read that you shot your father."
"Three times," she told him with a nod. "He died at the hospital while my mom was getting her wrist set and all anyone could ask was why I did it."
Lincoln could see her eyes glazing over, lost in that memory and he bit his lip, imagining how her childhood shaped who she was, what she'd set out to accomplish in the world. He'd just wanted to make Frankenstein and maybe magic flying shoes. "Why…" he started to ask, seeing her glance over quickly.
"Because he needed to be stopped."
The doors at the end of the hall opened and Broyles approached them quickly. He nodded his salutations and then led them into the room being guarded in front of them. It was some sort of decontamination chamber, for what, Lincoln didn't know, but the rush of air from below made his skin crawl. Moving into the interim room, they crossed and walked into a second chamber that mimicked the first and then they were out in an unfamiliar hallway, heading towards Fringe Headquarters.
Lincoln couldn't help but glance around, seeing the people dressed in military-like fatigues as they studied screens, fingers swiping at information while others stole glances at them. "Is that a problem, agent Lee?"
His body jerked and his attention was back on the man who waited for the answer to a question he hadn't heard. "I'm sorry, sir," he started to shake his head and he caught Olivia grinning towards the floor for just a second before she offered,
"Agent Lee will be fine with that, sir."
Broyles went towards their Astrid and Olivia walked towards a row of workstations and she gestured to one, waiting until Lincoln took hold of the chair. "Research, agent Dunham will be with you in just a minute to assist."
"Where are you going?" Lincoln asked, slowly sitting in the chair, bouncing once to test that it was sturdy.
He caught her amused grin before she raised her head and nodded a greeting to the man approaching. Their Lincoln Lee. The other man smiled automatically when he saw her and Lincoln glanced between the two, feeling strange when Olivia gestured towards him and said, "This is our agent Lee."
The man turned to look at him, giving him a familiar wide-eyed grin he generally reserved for children he was trying to entertain and it momentarily annoyed him as he awkwardly shook the hand of the man who offered. "We're gonna play a little musical partners, if you don't mind." The other Lee teased.
"Sure," Lincoln responded with an unsure nod of his head, watching as the duo walked off and he took small pleasure in knowing Olivia - while giving him an easier smile - didn't talk to him while they walked out of the building either.
"Kinda bizarro-world, isn't it?" He knew the voice, and when he turned, he remembered the red-head who'd given him a once-over the first time he'd entered the 'bridge' between the universes. She was smiling, left eyebrow rising slightly as she took the seat in front of him and swirled it around to his station before sitting. "What's with your side and the uptight?"
Lincoln lowered his head slightly and countered, "What's with yours and the… looseness?"
This Olivia laughed, then rolled closer than he was comfortable with to swipe a finger at the screen in front of him. "They tell me you guys just got 'Touch Pads' in the last few years." She shrugged. "We were schooled on these things, ask anyone under twenty five to give you a pencil and they'd think you were insulting them."
She swiped a few more screens and he shook his head, comprehending, but amazed.
"Overwhelming the noggin'?" She gave his head a small flick and he flared his nose, watching her throw her hands up as she laughed, "Whoa there, partner. Just tryin' to loosen you up - as our side is quite adept at the looseness."
She waited then, and he managed a grin, lips pressing together and she leaned forward in the chair, taking the file from him and putting it on the desk. "You're so different. From her."
"Lee got a crush on Dunham?" Olivia teased.
He lifted his eyes to meet hers and nodded to the door, "If I did, it would be reciprocal in the Lee on this side." His comment caught her slightly off guard and she looked towards the door. "Tell me you've noticed," he continued, liking that he could have the upper hand on this Olivia Dunham.
She fidgeted, licking her top lip before sniffling and standing; swiping at his screen. "So what we're looking for is any connection between…"
"I'm not interested in her in that way," Lincoln admitted.
"Who would be?" Olivia hissed. "She's the girl we all made fun of for taking everything so seriously."
Lincoln eyed her as she wheeled herself around to another station. "She's just had a different life than yourself; just as I've had a different life from your Lincoln Lee."
"He ain't mine, Kent."
"Clever," he touched his glasses.
She smiled back at him. "Besides, makes no difference what happened in her life. She needs to get laid." Swiping at her own screen, she muttered, "I'd ask to do her myself just to see the look on her face."
"She's just got tact, and a sense of responsibility."
Olivia half turned, giving him a look of amusement. "You sayin' I'm tactless and irresponsible?"
Lincoln leaned on the desk and removed his glasses a moment, giving her the same look the other Lincoln had given him and he could see the effect it had on Olivia. "I'm saying that there are things you should consider before passing judgment on her. You look the same, but you are very different people."
"I get it; hard knock life. Daddy issues, lonely existence, all the sad jazz and whiskey. It's no excuse to stop living, however lofty your career goals become." She shook her head slightly and poked his screen. "Get to work, Superboy."
Lincoln watched the red hair that swung back and he watched her press a button on her earpiece and then made a sound of adoration before declaring, "Missin' me already, Lee?"
In a way he was jealous of the relationship they had as partners, and he considered asking Olivia out for a drink when they returned. His phone buzzed against his chest and he retrieved it, seeing the quick text message that sat there and said, "Prefer the scientist. Talk later." With a smile, he replaced the phone in his pocket and shifted his chair forward, readying himself for a long day and a few revelations later over coffee.
One sugar. No cream.
-=-=-=-
Finis
Title: Snippets of Conversation
Rating: PG
Setting: Beginning of S4
Summary Stuff: My friend wanted Lincoln/Olivia interaction. I wrote this.
"You don't talk very much outside of an investigation, do you?"
He hadn't meant for it to come out as insulting as it had and when Olivia turned to look at him, Lincoln adjusted in his seat, turning his eyes towards a dark grey wall across from them. They were waiting for Broyles to arrive to cross over to the other side. There was a case and he'd received a text message from agent Dunham at three in the morning telling him to be ready in fifteen minutes because she was picking him up.
She'd brought him a coffee. Black. One sugar. No cream. And Lincoln drank it, forcing himself to keep a straight face despite the sour taste while she detailed the murders that had occurred on the other side, people missing parts of their brain, how they could maybe assist, how they'd be over there a few days. And then she'd gone silent, not even switching on a radio station as they rode towards Liberty Island.
Olivia was still watching him, but Lincoln only pushed up his glasses and tapped his fingers on the file in his lap. "You mean, like small talk?" She asked him, voice cracking slightly, and she cleared her throat.
Finally, he glanced over, finding her leaned back with a small grin on her face. "I know we're not partners or anything, but, it wouldn't hurt to get to know each other."
"What do you want to know?"
She was watching him, eyes curious as she waited for his answer and Lincoln swallowed hard. He thought having a conversation with her might make things easier between them - because he could feel an uneasy tension, almost as if he were trying to take the place of someone who didn't exist - but in reality, it was even more awkward when he had her full attention.
"Did you always want to be an FBI agent?" The question was muted and he raised his chin towards her, giving her just the hint of a smile as he continued, "When I was a kid, I wanted to be a scientist."
Her body relaxed and he felt his follow suit as she shrugged and grinned. "Yeah, I wanted to be a cop when I was younger. Guess it's reactionary - so much in my life seemed to require an enforcement of the law that seemingly wasn't available to me, to my mom and sister, so I vowed I would provide that one day. The assurance that someone would be there, would fight for the innocent. Put away the guilty."
"Make a safer world," Lincoln added and she nodded. "I read that you shot your father."
"Three times," she told him with a nod. "He died at the hospital while my mom was getting her wrist set and all anyone could ask was why I did it."
Lincoln could see her eyes glazing over, lost in that memory and he bit his lip, imagining how her childhood shaped who she was, what she'd set out to accomplish in the world. He'd just wanted to make Frankenstein and maybe magic flying shoes. "Why…" he started to ask, seeing her glance over quickly.
"Because he needed to be stopped."
The doors at the end of the hall opened and Broyles approached them quickly. He nodded his salutations and then led them into the room being guarded in front of them. It was some sort of decontamination chamber, for what, Lincoln didn't know, but the rush of air from below made his skin crawl. Moving into the interim room, they crossed and walked into a second chamber that mimicked the first and then they were out in an unfamiliar hallway, heading towards Fringe Headquarters.
Lincoln couldn't help but glance around, seeing the people dressed in military-like fatigues as they studied screens, fingers swiping at information while others stole glances at them. "Is that a problem, agent Lee?"
His body jerked and his attention was back on the man who waited for the answer to a question he hadn't heard. "I'm sorry, sir," he started to shake his head and he caught Olivia grinning towards the floor for just a second before she offered,
"Agent Lee will be fine with that, sir."
Broyles went towards their Astrid and Olivia walked towards a row of workstations and she gestured to one, waiting until Lincoln took hold of the chair. "Research, agent Dunham will be with you in just a minute to assist."
"Where are you going?" Lincoln asked, slowly sitting in the chair, bouncing once to test that it was sturdy.
He caught her amused grin before she raised her head and nodded a greeting to the man approaching. Their Lincoln Lee. The other man smiled automatically when he saw her and Lincoln glanced between the two, feeling strange when Olivia gestured towards him and said, "This is our agent Lee."
The man turned to look at him, giving him a familiar wide-eyed grin he generally reserved for children he was trying to entertain and it momentarily annoyed him as he awkwardly shook the hand of the man who offered. "We're gonna play a little musical partners, if you don't mind." The other Lee teased.
"Sure," Lincoln responded with an unsure nod of his head, watching as the duo walked off and he took small pleasure in knowing Olivia - while giving him an easier smile - didn't talk to him while they walked out of the building either.
"Kinda bizarro-world, isn't it?" He knew the voice, and when he turned, he remembered the red-head who'd given him a once-over the first time he'd entered the 'bridge' between the universes. She was smiling, left eyebrow rising slightly as she took the seat in front of him and swirled it around to his station before sitting. "What's with your side and the uptight?"
Lincoln lowered his head slightly and countered, "What's with yours and the… looseness?"
This Olivia laughed, then rolled closer than he was comfortable with to swipe a finger at the screen in front of him. "They tell me you guys just got 'Touch Pads' in the last few years." She shrugged. "We were schooled on these things, ask anyone under twenty five to give you a pencil and they'd think you were insulting them."
She swiped a few more screens and he shook his head, comprehending, but amazed.
"Overwhelming the noggin'?" She gave his head a small flick and he flared his nose, watching her throw her hands up as she laughed, "Whoa there, partner. Just tryin' to loosen you up - as our side is quite adept at the looseness."
She waited then, and he managed a grin, lips pressing together and she leaned forward in the chair, taking the file from him and putting it on the desk. "You're so different. From her."
"Lee got a crush on Dunham?" Olivia teased.
He lifted his eyes to meet hers and nodded to the door, "If I did, it would be reciprocal in the Lee on this side." His comment caught her slightly off guard and she looked towards the door. "Tell me you've noticed," he continued, liking that he could have the upper hand on this Olivia Dunham.
She fidgeted, licking her top lip before sniffling and standing; swiping at his screen. "So what we're looking for is any connection between…"
"I'm not interested in her in that way," Lincoln admitted.
"Who would be?" Olivia hissed. "She's the girl we all made fun of for taking everything so seriously."
Lincoln eyed her as she wheeled herself around to another station. "She's just had a different life than yourself; just as I've had a different life from your Lincoln Lee."
"He ain't mine, Kent."
"Clever," he touched his glasses.
She smiled back at him. "Besides, makes no difference what happened in her life. She needs to get laid." Swiping at her own screen, she muttered, "I'd ask to do her myself just to see the look on her face."
"She's just got tact, and a sense of responsibility."
Olivia half turned, giving him a look of amusement. "You sayin' I'm tactless and irresponsible?"
Lincoln leaned on the desk and removed his glasses a moment, giving her the same look the other Lincoln had given him and he could see the effect it had on Olivia. "I'm saying that there are things you should consider before passing judgment on her. You look the same, but you are very different people."
"I get it; hard knock life. Daddy issues, lonely existence, all the sad jazz and whiskey. It's no excuse to stop living, however lofty your career goals become." She shook her head slightly and poked his screen. "Get to work, Superboy."
Lincoln watched the red hair that swung back and he watched her press a button on her earpiece and then made a sound of adoration before declaring, "Missin' me already, Lee?"
In a way he was jealous of the relationship they had as partners, and he considered asking Olivia out for a drink when they returned. His phone buzzed against his chest and he retrieved it, seeing the quick text message that sat there and said, "Prefer the scientist. Talk later." With a smile, he replaced the phone in his pocket and shifted his chair forward, readying himself for a long day and a few revelations later over coffee.
One sugar. No cream.
-=-=-=-
Finis