A/N: Alright, here we go! Just a warning, you're going to want some tissues for this one. This particular installment takes place after Peter returns. Lincoln and Liv start to remember some things about their lives before Peter disappeared and the timelines changed. Just to make sure that people understand this: None of these stories are related. This isn't a chaptered story, these are all one-shot pieces. Please review if you read!

Sometimes it felt like something was missing. He'd go home to an empty apartment, she'd go home to Frank, and he couldn't for the life of him figure out why he felt so empty all the time.

She felt it too. Things were good with Frank, but she still felt this hole in her life that she couldn't seem to fill, no matter how hard she tried. She buried herself in her work because of it. She worked late to avoid coming home to an apartment that somehow made her feel incredibly lonely.

He stayed home from work for one day, and he usually never took time off. He felt miserable. He couldn't figure it out – it wasn't like he felt sick, he just felt terrible, and had no energy to go to work and try to be productive. He rearranged his entire apartment, he cleaned out his closet, and he did everything and anything he could think of to avoid thinking for too long, because if he did, he felt like his brain was spinning out of control, trying to find something.

They both got a call from Colonel Broyles, telling them the Other Side had pulled a man from their Reiden Lake who claimed to know everything about Fringe Division and the people who worked there, both on the Other Side, and this side. He said that this man, who claimed to be the Secretary's long dead son, Peter, had mentioned Olivia by name more than one time, and the thought made Lincoln intensely uncomfortable.

Olivia never said anything, but she felt like she should know who Peter was. Not just because if he really was the Secretary's son, she should know more about him, but because the name was resonating with her for reasons she couldn't understand. Peter Bishop. She had been a kid when he had disappeared, and she didn't understand why she felt like this.

Lincoln felt like he didn't even know his own mind anymore. Peter Bishop had come along, and suddenly Lincoln was having déjà vu all the time – nearly every second of the day, and it scared him for multiple reasons, one of them being that if he was feeling like he had done all these things before, didn't it make sense that he had in some weird way? He wanted to talk to someone about it, but not just some person, not Charlie… he really wanted to talk to Olivia. He had noticed how uncomfortable she had looked during the debriefing about the supposedly Peter Bishop, but he was wondering if maybe there was a reason she had looked so nervous.

It was the middle of the night at Liv's apartment, and she had been in the middle of a perfectly good sleep, when something woke her up. She bolted upright in bed, nearly knocking Frank off of the mattress, and she was horrified to realize she was crying. Sobbing, really. She felt exhausted, and she didn't understand what her emotions were doing. "Liv?" Frank asked her quietly, "What's going on? Are you okay?"

"I don't know," She murmured back to him, "I don't know what's wrong with me."

"It was probably just a bad dream. Try to go back to sleep, okay?" Frank said, rubbing her arm in a soothing manner, but for some reason, she wanted to push him away, tell him to stop touching her. It all felt so wrong, and that scared her, and she started crying all over again. When she looked back at Frank, he had already fallen back asleep.

Across town, Lincoln was awake as well. He had these feelings of dread that had been spiraling in his stomach all night, and it finally got to be too much for him to even sleep. He had awoken that night for no particular reason, and he couldn't go back to sleep now, no matter how hard he tried. Somewhere in his building he could hear a small child crying, and once again, he was confronted with a wave of déjà vu so hard that he felt his legs go weak. None of this made sense. He needed to talk about this with someone before he went crazy, and he was just about to pick up his earpiece when it went off, nearly scaring him half to death.

"Agent Lee." He said formally, in case it was his boss, but it wasn't.

"Lincoln…" Liv's voice came through, sounding gravelly and tired, and he thought he might have heard her sniff a few times before he finally spoke.

"What's happened? Where are you?" He asked immediately, his protective streak kicking in and taking over.

"I'm at home, I'm fine, I just… I woke up and I can't stop crying and I don't know what's happening to me or what's making me so upset all the time…" She started sobbing again, and Lincoln felt his heart clench painfully listening to her.

"Okay, try to calm down, it's okay, take a deep breath," he said, wishing he could follow his own advice and try to get a hold of himself so he could take care of her, "Where's Frank? Is he there?"

She was quiet for a second, "He's asleep. He woke up, but he fell back asleep."

Lincoln gritted his teeth, "Well wake him up again and tell him what's going on. This is his job."

"It's hardly his job, Lincoln."

"It's his job as your boyfriend…" He said.

"Fiancé," She corrected.

"Whatever, still. Wake him up. Tell him you need to talk."

She was quiet even longer this time, and he was starting to think she had hung up on him, but then he heard her voice, small and distant, "I wanted to talk to you." She said, and he felt his breath catch in his throat as he tried to figure out what that could possibly mean. "I'll go." She said, and before he could say anything, he heard a small beep signaling that she was gone.

He was incredibly frustrated with himself, and he wanted to punch something. He didn't know how to handle all these emotions swirling around inside of him. He wanted to get to her house and make sure she was okay, but he didn't know if she wanted him there or if she was just emotional and that's why she had called him.

Suddenly, he felt so nauseas that he was sure he was going to be sick. He stumbled to the bathroom, and splashed some cold water on his face, and when he looked in the mirror, he didn't even recognize himself. He looked like he hadn't slept in weeks.

He walked out of the bathroom, and suddenly a thought crossed his mind so quickly that he didn't even have a chance to think about it before he was muttering to himself, "I need to call Liv and find out what Henry wants for his birthday…" He said, before stopping dead in his tracks. "Oh, god."

Liv was not faring much better in her apartment. Frank still hadn't woken up, and she was overcome with the feeling that he shouldn't even be there at all, and she shut her eyes, squeezing them shut, trying to overcome the feelings that were threatening to take over her. When she opened her eyes, she walked to the spare bedroom, and was struck for a second by the fact that there wasn't a crib in there. "Why would I have thought…" She said aloud to herself, and then suddenly, her knees nearly gave out. She remembered.

The memories came back in flashes as she slumped to the floor of the room. Memories of her and Frank arguing in the hospital, and memories of the Secretary coming to her apartment, which had been full of boxes at the time. She remembered Lincoln. She remembered him worrying over her when she finally told him, and then she remembered the night in China Town. He told her he loved her. He saved her life. He was going to save her child. Oh god, she thought, my baby. She was going to be sick.

She couldn't stop crying. Waves of grief washed over her as she remembered absolutely everything. She saw Peter's face briefly, and she didn't know what to do. She put her hand over her mouth and tried to calm her sobs, but she was flooded with emotions and couldn't seem to stop herself from letting out loud, anguish-filled sobs. Frank suddenly ran into the room, and his eyes widened when he saw Olivia on the floor. "Liv?" He asked tentatively, "What the hell is going on? Talk to me, please." Olivia turned to look at him and couldn't understand why he was being so nice to her, why he was even here at all. If she remembered, surely he did too?

"You don't…" She sniffed, "… you don't remember?"

He looked at her, concern written all over his face, "Remember what? Olivia, for the love of God, please tell me what's going on."

"Call Lincoln." She said firmly, and another wave of sadness took over her as she thought of her poor son. He was gone, and there was nothing she could do to fix it, and her heart was cracking in half. She had loved him more than life itself, and she couldn't do anything to help him. What kind of mother did that make her? She was aware that Frank had left the room, but she couldn't be bothered trying to comprehend what was happening around her anymore.

She shut her eyes and the tears started again, streaming down her face and she was helpless to stop them. "Henry…" She whispered, and then she was vaguely aware of a pair of arms lifting her up from the floor. Lincoln.

"It's going to be okay Liv, I'm here, I'm right here."

She tried to squirm out of his grasp. If he didn't remember then she didn't want to be near him – she didn't think she could take it if she knew about how he felt for her and he didn't even remember saying it. She didn't want to go back to that.

"Liv, stop." He said, and she noticed that his voice broke on the last word. He set her down on the couch, and when she looked at him, she took in his red eyes and the way that he was looking at her, and she knew.

"You remember." She said hoarsely, and that was all it took for the both of them to start crying again. "You remember…" She repeated, and he pulled her into his arms, both of them ignoring the shocked look on Frank's face as he watched the scene unfold from the kitchen.

"I'm so sorry Liv, I don't know what happened, I can't…" Lincoln rambled, and Olivia put a hand on his chest to quiet him.

"Don't blame yourself, it's not your fault, I was his mother and I didn't even remember!" She said, sobbing again, and Lincoln's heart was breaking as he held her close.

"No, no, Liv, don't. You couldn't have known. How would you have known?" he said, his voice cracking again as he tried to comfort her as much as he could.

"Would someone mind telling me what the hell is going on?" Frank said loudly, and both Lincoln and Liv jumped. They had both forgotten he was there.

"Can you leave us alone for a minute?" Liv said, as gently as she could. He didn't remember, and he didn't deserve to be kicked out.

Frank nodded, "You know what? I'll stay with my brother tonight. Just… just call me in the morning so I don't worry, okay?" He said, and Olivia nodded, not looking at him. She felt bad that she was treating him like this, but if he knew that truth he'd be more upset.

Frank watched the way that Liv was clinging to Lincoln and willed himself not to be jealous. It was hard to ignore that her left hand was clutching a handful of his shirt and while he didn't understand all the details, he was feeling so betrayed that even if he wanted to stay, he didn't think he could take it. He turned away from them and walked out of the apartment, shutting the door behind him as he went.

Lincoln turned to look at Olivia and pushed some hair out of her eyes. "I don't even know what to say. I don't know what's happening."

"Frank doesn't remember." Liv said softly, and she was staring at Lincoln as if she couldn't believe he was real. "Don't leave me here tonight. Stay. Please?" She said, and for a minute, Lincoln had a flashback to the two of them falling asleep on the couch, a little baby curled up in Liv's arms. He started tearing up all over again, and Liv pushed herself closer to him, pulling a blanket off the back of the couch and wrapping it around them.

"There's nowhere else for me to be," Lincoln said, his voice deep and full of meaning. He remembered that night vividly now, and he couldn't stop thinking about it. He loved her, he always had, and she knew it, and now everything was so confusing and devastating for the both of them.

Liv started crying all over again at Lincoln's words, and his arms tightened around her waist as he tried to calm her down. "I can't stop crying…" She choked out, and she felt his head settle in the crook of her neck as he pulled her even closer, if that was possible. It was as if he was trying to absorb her pain so she didn't have to feel it anymore.

Olivia remembered thinking that one of them should really call Charlie or someone, but they were both too tired and too wrapped up in their feelings to move an inch. Eventually Olivia stopped crying, though she still felt a dull ache as she closed her eyes. She was nearly asleep when Lincoln spoke.

"No matter what happens after this, no matter what this means, I want you to know that you were an incredible mother. He loved you so much, and you want to know something else? So do I." His voice broke, and he sucked in a deep breath to try to steady his emotions. "I'm going to take care of you. I'm not going to leave you, and we're going to get through this together. I promise."

Liv didn't say anything - she didn't trust herself to speak. She reached up to touch his face with one hand, and felt him lean into her touch slightly. "I loved him so much." She said, her voice shaky, "I can't believe this is happening. I can't… I can't do this alone. I can't do this without you." She said, and that was as much of a confession as she could give Lincoln.

"It's you and me." He said, and the two of them sat in silence, thinking of the son they loved and lost, and what the future would bring for them both.