Disclaimer: I don't own Fringe that belongs to Fox and I am making no money off this story whatsoever just burrowing them for a while.

Summary: After a night of drinking Lincoln tells Peter the truth about his feelings for him. Not long after Lincoln goes to the bathroom, and Peter follows him into a stall and takes advantage. Not long afterwards Lincoln leaves the Fringe division and only Broyles knows why.

Rated: M for Mature audiences

Warning: Rape (implied) and Mpreg (in this universe both men and women can conceive a child through intercourse).

Author's Note: I have been raped myself before so I know how it feels like to recover afterward. But I went to the police and put my rapist behind bars I know a lot of people out there were too afraid to say something and didn't. This story is dedicated to any and all victims of rape out there and I hope you find peace to trust in a man again like I have.

Also I will not be including the actual rape scene just bits and pieces from memory. It will also be told later why Lincoln didn't got to the police.

Authors Note 2: I would like to thank for the title to this story, and its brilliance that helped me fashion this story. I had to take a break from my Novel that I am hoping to get published because it was starting to drive me crazy the editing and everything so I decided to put my focus on another story instead.

Pairings: Peter/Olivia – Peter/Prime Lincoln eventually

Chapter One: Down With the Sickness

The sound of retching came from the bathroom of Lincoln Lee's apartment.

He did not know how long he was hunched over the toilet for but it felt like forever before the urge to throw up finally left his body and he was able to lean back against the wall.

All Lincoln wanted to do was forget about that night exactly four weeks ago, but no matter how hard he tried it just kept coming back to him.

And now there was something new something unexpected that came from the horrible night – the night where he willingly spilled his heart to Peter Bishop and in return got his heart ripped out for it.

It was becoming more and more clear that his horrible night lead to something very unexpected and Lincoln pulled out the bag that he bought at a drug store. After quickly reading the directions he sat forth in following the directions and in a few short minutes he should get his results.

He prayed to whatever higher power in the sky that was listening that he was wrong, and the test results would come up negative.

He tried to calm himself while he paced the small bathroom of his home, "Just take a deep breath." He said trying to calm his nerves down a little as he waited for the test to have a positive or a negative sign appear.

The three minutes that it took for the answer seem to be an eternity, and when the timer finally went off he barely could pick up the test his hands were shaking so badly.

When he turned the test over he noticed the blue plus sign indicating that he was pregnant.

Tears begin to feel his eyes as he realized the implications of a positive test.

"Great now what am I going to do," he thought miserably to himself throwing the test against the wall shattering upon impact.

He walked out of his bathroom and flopped down face first onto the pillow in front of him, "argh" came the muffled reply. "What am I going to do now?"

'An abortion would probably be in the best interest of all the parties here,' Lincoln thought to himself. 'But its Peter's baby too!'

'Screw Peter,' his mind shouted at him. 'He took advantage of you and your feelings that you had for him. He raped you in the bathroom of a bar, and then probably went home and had sex with Olivia too.'

But somewhere in the back of his mind he still loved Peter, and he forgave him. He knew that Peter would never intentionally hurt him. They both had a few too many drinks that night and one thing lead to another in the bathroom.

And when Lincoln told Peter no he did not want to have sex in the bathroom of a bar with god knows how many germs and whatever in it. Not to mention how many possible couples who have had sex before them in this very stall he didn't want to take any chances.

Of course Peter didn't listen to him and next thing Lincoln knew he was being shoved against a stall wall and infiltrated from behind. And no matter how much he fought to get away Peter just seemed to get more excited.

Lincoln blamed it on the drinks that he couldn't seem to keep his mouth shut about his growing feelings for Peter Bishop. It was one of the main reasons he didn't drink alcohol he tended to be a lightweight when it came to drinking. And once a few beers was inside him he talked way to much without any restriction, and he blabbed his secret more than once on many occasions.

Lincoln had the weekend off and he prayed to any god that was listening that he wouldn't be called in for a case he really didn't want to run into Peter today.

While Peter and Olivia both kept their relationship in private, Lincoln knew all about it and saw the happy couple everyday.

He tried not to dwell on that too much and wonder what he was going to do with his and Peter's baby. He was a field agent in the Fringe division keeping the baby was probably not the best thing.

So abortion was probably the best thing for him right now, but his mind screamed at him no.

He grew up believing that all life forms were precious, and that abortion was murder.

And while he personally believed that people had the right to do with their own body as they choose. It didn't put him on the side of those people who willingly walked into an abortion clinic.

'Until now!' his mind screamed at him.

"What am I going to do?" he asked himself out loud.

=^..^=

Olivia Dunham was enjoying her day off with Peter Bishop or at least trying to.

Her mind kept wondering back to her partner Lincoln Lee who had been getting sick over the last week and she hoped he was alright.

After the last case where he lost his lunch on the pavement over a bloody corpse had her worried. She had never seen him get sick over a dead body before.

And after Lincoln almost contaminated the crime scene Broyles pulled him away in just the nick of time he was sent home until he felt better.

Peter walked into the room and Olivia just had to ask, "Do you think Lincoln is alright?"

"Who cares about him," said Peter rubbing his nose up and down Olivia's throat trying to get a rise out of her. "This is our moment we should enjoy it well it lasts."

"But he has been so sick recently and he has even called off work," she protested.

"Liv," said Peter pulling back now starting to get a little annoyed. "You are killing the mood here come on. Lincoln is a big boy and can take care of himself."

"Yeah but I do remember him taking care of me when I was sick and you were erased from the timeline," Olivia protested. "Maybe I can just bring him chicken soup and get well cards for him it will make me feel a lot better if I saw for myself."

"You are not going to let me enjoy my day off with you are you?" Peter asked.

"I just want to see if he is okay," she said. "He is my friend and that is what friends do."

Peter handed her his phone, and she looked at him skeptically.

"Call him," was all he said.

Olivia looked at Peter like he was nuts.

"What?" he questioned.

"Peter he's our friend I would prefer to see him for myself," said Olivia.

Peter sighed in frustration and said, "Alright."

"What the hell Peter?" Olivia asked. "I thought you guys were friends did ya'll get into a fight or something?"

"Um…" Peter said not really knowing what to say at the moment.

He remember the bar scene all to well a few weeks ago where Lincoln confused his love for him under the influence of alcohol.

He never thought the man to be gay, and to express his feelings for Peter was just shocking. Technically he didn't know what to say to the man and the space between them just grew uncomfortable.

Peter tried to drown out his worries by ordering more and more drinks. He didn't know at exactly what point he finally blacked out but he must have.

Olivia sat bolt upright at the moment, "Okay Peter tell me what is going on. I have noticed you and Lincoln seeming to have a more distant relationship than usual. Don't tell me he is still jealous of our relationship."

"No! No," Peter countered quickly, "Nothing like that."

"Well then what is it," she asked. "I was wondering why you two seemed so distant over the last the last few weeks."

Peter sighed it was not information that he wanted to share with Liv, Lincoln had told him that information in private (well at a bar away from her). And he didn't want to betray Lincoln's trust but at this point she was asking a question he didn't know how to answer.

So he came up with an excuse that he hoped would sate her knowledge of what was going on.

All he knew for sure was that Lincoln was growing more and more distant when it came to their relationship in the office and he wanted to find out why himself.

"I am going over there to check on him," she said. "And if you want to come, come on. Otherwise I will tell him you sent your best wishes for him to feel better."

=^..^=

Lincoln was still lying down on his bed when a knock came from the front door of his apartment.

He rolled over hoping beyond hope that if he completely ignored the door he would be excused from answering the door.

But no of course not as the knocking turned more insistent.

He finally got up to answer the door yelling, "Alright I am coming."

When he looked through the peephole he noticed on the other side someone he was hoping to avoid today.

'But no of course not,' he thought bitterly.

"Agent Dunham how nice to see you," he tried to keep his voice light and cherry but he knew there was no way to fool the woman in front of him. "I wasn't expecting you, I thought you would be enjoying time with your boyfriend." His voice almost choked on the last word, but he managed to keep it together.

"I was just coming over to make sure that you were alright," she said. "To pay you back for all the times you looked after me when I was sick, and had no one to care for me."

"Thank you," Lincoln said calmly. "But as you can see I am perfectly fine."

He started to shut the door in her face but she stuck out her foot effectively stopping the closing of the door.

"Hey are you alright?" she asked. "We are friends you know you can talk to me if you want too."

"I am fine," Lincoln protested.

"Really cause you look like you have been crying for the last few hours."

"I don't really want to talk about it," he said. "Now if you please."

"Alright call me if you need to talk okay," Olivia said.

"I promise," Lincoln said. While in his mind he said, 'Not on your life."

Olivia finally removed her foot and walked towards the elevator worried about her coworker and wondering if Peter was telling the whole truth of the matter in the case.

"I will get to the bottom of this," she told herself out loud when she finally stepped into the elevator.

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