This is an AltLiv/AltLink Story.
Semi-Spoilery for Season 4
Disclaimer in first part and as a reminder... THESE STORIES ARE NOT RELATED.
Lincoln.
Lincoln Lee.
Lincoln Lee.
They had been partners, the three amigos, since before she could remember. She went through the farm with him and came onto him that one time when she was drugged, but that was years ago when they were all new to Fringe Division. Charlie had her back and he had her front, and as grossly sexual as that sounded in her head it was just how it was. And who was he to throw a wrench in their little operation? Just because she and Frank broke up and Charlie was on his honeymoon-
Suddenly suspicious, she glares at him, her mask of sarcasm firmly in place, "You've been planning this. Ever since the Decontamination Shower in '03 when you saw me in my underwear." Link had sworn up and down for years that he didn't see anything in the goo, but her women's intuition told her better.
He stops drinking the tea in front of him and laughs, "We were covered with about five different types of toxic goo. The last thing on my mind was your white panties, Liv."
His answer betrayed his cool demeanor. He had been planning this. Dinner was nice. Ever since the bridge Peter Bishop created was in place they had their top nerds on fixing the Ozone layer. No more tremors, no more softspots. They had spent the past week in Louisiana Territory helping with the Synthetic Air Initiative. She spoke enough French to get by (ergo getting the assignment) and wherever she went Link went. Things just fell into place. Or rather he fell into her place-
"We gonna get out of here or what?" Biting her lip was a habit she needed to break, but she couldn't help it. She'd seen him naked. They were together, it was all a little hard to believe. Her blonde twin would have a field day with this one- she was sure. She just got her Lincoln- in some ways she pitied her. He was a great partner when he wasn't being a jackass.
Link grabbed her hand before she could yank it away and the two of them were just walking down the street like it happened every day. Practically giddy about heading back to her place, she jumped on top of him in the elevator and he kicked open her door-
Only to have Bitchy and New Guy sitting in her apartment.
"This is awkward." Link announced like the doofus he was. She still had her legs locked around his waist, so she regrettably jumped down and motioned towards the newcomers.
"Really it's not. It's my apartment." Olivia sighed, "What do we owe the pleasure?"
"I told you he liked you, Livia." Peter snickered. The two of them shared a weird look and then made googly eyes at each other, so Olivia debated letting them figure it out and taking Link in the back-
"I remembered something from when I was over here. I..If it was me, I would want to know. I'm not sure how this works with the timelines, but is Rachel still ambered in O'Hare?"
Olivia nodded, "Your point?"
"When I was stuck over here, I worked a case where a brother tried to break into the amber. He got his brother out and resuscitated him. He was robbing a bank and his brother got stuck in the crosshairs- Anyway, as an olive branch, Walter and Peter devised a substance to unamber the softspots and you can get your sister back. I'm sure you and your mother would like that."
There's no way that she knew people were alive in the Amber. There had been protestors for years but there was no way to-
"There's no way to verify-" Lincoln always did like to take point.
"You know exactly which terminal she's at. She was on her way to New York before the blight hit Chicago. What you choose to do with the information is up to you."