Okay so Lincoln is my new favorite character and i wanted to write a story about him, so here it goes. I hope y'all will enjoy it as much as i do.

Rated: T for language.

December IV

Nick showed up at his apartment today.

"Fuck, Nick," he groaned, rubbing his hand through his hair and looking at the digital clock. "It's 4 in the morning."

"I know" Nick answered his brother as he stepped past him and into the apartment. "You and I should talk."

"And this couldn't wait until morning?"

Nick just looked at his older brother.

"Right," Lincoln answered, shutting the door. He wandered back into his bedroom and pulled a sweatshirt on over his head before coming back out into the living room. Nick had seated himself on the ragged couch that Lincoln had and looked at his brother as he entered the kitchen and pulled out his can of coffee.

"How did you get that?" Nick asked in an accusatory tone.

"I have a good job," Lincoln sneered back at his brother. It was four in the fucking morning for Christ's sake, he didn't have to be polite, especially to this particular visitor. He put the coffee in his ancient coffee maker and went back to sit across from his brother in the living room.

"Okay," he said slowly, "What is it?"

"I think we should spend Christmas together," he started, "With dad."

"Really?" Lincoln said, raising both his eyebrows, "And whose idea was this?"

"Mine," Nick said proudly.

"You," Lincoln said slowly, standing to get his coffee, "You who ran away to California for five years suddenly wants to spend Christmas together."

"I don't understand why you're so upset," said Nick defensively, coming to stand behind his brother as he poured his coffee. Lincoln inhaled the aroma and then sipped it. Yeah that hits the spot.

"You show up in town three months ago and you're at my door at four in the morning going on about spending Christmas together like a family? You don't see anything wrong with this at all?"

Nick looked at his brother and Lincoln scoffed and set his coffee down.

"Nick, you need to go," he said, pointing him towards the door.

"I don't understand," Nick said, although he perfectly knew why his brother was so unsure, "I thought you wanted this."

"That was before you ran off and changed your last name!" Lincoln nearly shouted, "Jesus Nick, you left us all here in New York because you left you wanted to be famous. And look how that worked out-"

"Why can't you just forgive me!" Nick shouted, spinning around to be face to face with his brother.

"Why? I forgave you once," Lincoln answered, "I forgave you with a fat check of 50 grand to pay off your debt and put you in rehab!-"

"This might be dad's last Christmas-"

"You don't think I already know that?" shout Lincoln, completely in awe that his brother would even play that card. "Is that why you came back, Nick? So you can send dad off in the righteous way? "

Nick's guilty eyes looked at the floor and Lincoln turned away.

"Shit Nick," he said, "I knew it. It's always about you. You just want Dad to forgive you before he dies-"

"That's not it-"

"Aww shut the fuck up," Lincoln said, "And get out of here, okay? I'll call you if I decide."

"Fine," Nick said, "Do you know anywhere I could crash for a few days-

"Not here," Lincoln answered forcefully shoving his brother out the door. "Now go, I've got to get ready for work."

"It's four thirty," Nick protested in his doorway, "Just let me stay for a few more hours, please." Nick stared at his brother with wide pleading eyes and Lincoln looked into his apartment then back and Nick.

"The couch, only," Lincoln sighed and Nick smiled at him. He pushed past his brother and into the apartment. "And only for a few hours. When I get back from work tonight, you'd better be gone."

Nick had already settled himself on the couch and nodded as he closed his eyes. Lincoln shut his front door and sighed, heading for his bedroom to change for his early morning run.

His brother had always been a pain. They had gotten along when they were younger, but after their mother died, Nick became weird, withdrawn and strange. Their father struggled with his illness, something they'd never heard of before, and Nick thought that if he went to California to become famous that all their troubles would just disappear. And so his brother changed his name from Lee to Lane in hopes of catching a break. But it seemed the only thing he actually caught was the awful case of an addict. Lincoln helped his brother the best he could, but being in college and training for the secretary had its difficulties. He had to simply disown his brother (like their father had) in order to even join Fringe. He did this with a 50 grand check and a full stay at a rehab center. His brother hated him for having more money and spending it on him. And now, here he was, three years after he told him that he hoped he'd died at his doorstep saying "Let's all have Christmas together." He probably just wanted to be written back into their father's will.

He was only two miles into his five-mile run when his ear started to beep. Stopping his run he pressed the piece in his ear and answered.

"Lee," he panted out as he tried to catch his breath. He'd been running rather than jogging and was feeling the effects already.

"Hey," Charlie's voice said over the line, "Am I interrupting something?"

"Yes," Lincoln answered, a laugh in his voice. Charlie laughed too.

"What's up?" he asked, walking on and catching his breath.

"Liv's not answering her phone," Charlie said.

"Aww, you're concerned," Lincoln teased him. Charlie huffed over the line.

"And you're not?"

"She's with Frank," Lincoln sneered unhappily, although Charlie missed the tone. "Whatever. She'll be in today and we can ask her why she isn't answering. What do you need her for anyway?"

I need a ride into work today," Charlie whined into his earpiece. Lincoln chuckled.

"Really, Charlie?"

"Oh come on Lee, don't make me beg."

"I won't," Lincoln answered, having already turned around and headed back toward his apartment. "I'll see you in an hour."

When he arrived back at his apartment his brother was fast asleep and snoring on the couch. Lincoln shucked himself of his clothes and jumped in the shower quickly. He dressed and was about to leave when he shook his brother awake.

"Hmm?" Nick mumbled, eyes half open.

"I want you gone, by six o clock," Lincoln said. Nick nodded before dropping back and falling asleep. Lincoln sighed and shut the door to his place, heading out to get Charlie.

"I'm just saying, if she doesn't answer-" Charlie started.

"Did you want to knock on her door and see a half naked Frank answer?" Lincoln chuckled as they entered the building.

"Not really, no," Charlie answered him, setting up in his chair.

"She's probably caught in traffic," Lincoln reasoned, "She's always late."

"No, I'm right here," Olivia said, coming out of the elevator. Lincoln smirked at Charlie.

"You owe me a bottle of wine," he said happily.

"Yeah, yeah," he muttered. Lincoln just smiled.

Work was relatively boring. It seemed to be that paperwork was all that they had done all day, with the exception of running out for lunch once. Lincoln remained at this station, trying to focus on work. But the whole time he tried, all he could think about was his brother. How his brother woke him this morning, how he was in his apartment now and who knows what he's done. He better not had drunk all his coffee. Lincoln loved his brother, sure, but he was a screw up, plain and simple. His entire family knew it.

"Hey," Olivia said once the day was done. Lincoln looked up from his work and stared into her green eyes.

"What?" he snapped. Olivia smiled a teasing smile.

"It's six o clock," she said, "I was wondering if you were every going home."

"Oh yeah," Lincoln said, "I'm going." Lincoln stood up and wandered into the locker room to grab his coat. Olivia watched him as he did so, confused by his behavior.

"Did your dog die or something?" she asked jokingly.

"Or something," he said, grabbing his keys, "But it's nothing. I'll see you tomorrow Livvy."

"Okay," Olivia said, watching as Lincoln left.

The ride home was silent. He didn't even turn on the radio. The sun was just going down as he left work, leaving space for the darkening night sky. IT appeared that there would be no moon tonight. He pulled up outside his apartment and noticed the lights were on. He cursed aloud when he realized his brother must have still been there. Climbing from the car, Lincoln entered the building and climbed to his apartment.

"Nick," he growled as he opened the door "I thought I told you to get the fuck out by the time I get home."

But Lincoln wasn't greeted by just his brother tonight as he entered the apartment. Instead he stood tall in the kitchen with a grey haired man seated at the table, a cane propped up against the wood as he stared at him. Lincoln couldn't believe his eyes.

"Dad?"

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