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fringe_kinkmemeThis is a kinkmeme. You may just be familiar with the concept.
If not: explicit, adult content; read at your own risk, and keep the kids -- wherever that arbitrary line is in your jurisdiction -- out. Also, please wear your seatbelt.
RULES
1. When prompting, use the comment field to jot down character, pairing, or moresome first, then the kink(s), then any other prompt elements; after a line break, you can elaborate via words, images, or links. Like so?
2. When responding, use the subject line for the original prompt (plus your title, if you have one).
3. All kinks are welcome -- sexual, emotional, conceptual, likewise all gen, het, slash, bitextual and other fic from crack to drama.
4. Anon is encouraged but up to you.
5. Mark all spoilers, mmkay?
6. Go for it!
REMINDERS
7. With a view to some prompts: Spell Check is your BFF. Don't make Alt!Astrid cry, please?
8. A kinkmeme's more than a promptmeme. Here'seliade's non-definitive and non-exhaustive (but pretty illustrative) List of Fan-fiction Kinks, Tropes, Clichés, and Fetishes.
9. Could you -- in the subject line or the first line of the body of text -- draw attention to the fact there's rape or non-con, major character death, underage, and/or graphic violence in your response (which is the Archive Of Our Own (AO3) policy).
If not: explicit, adult content; read at your own risk, and keep the kids -- wherever that arbitrary line is in your jurisdiction -- out. Also, please wear your seatbelt.
RULES
1. When prompting, use the comment field to jot down character, pairing, or moresome first, then the kink(s), then any other prompt elements; after a line break, you can elaborate via words, images, or links. Like so?
2. When responding, use the subject line for the original prompt (plus your title, if you have one).
3. All kinks are welcome -- sexual, emotional, conceptual, likewise all gen, het, slash, bitextual and other fic from crack to drama.
4. Anon is encouraged but up to you.
5. Mark all spoilers, mmkay?
6. Go for it!
REMINDERS
7. With a view to some prompts: Spell Check is your BFF. Don't make Alt!Astrid cry, please?
8. A kinkmeme's more than a promptmeme. Here's
eliade's non-definitive and non-exhaustive (but pretty illustrative) List of Fan-fiction Kinks, Tropes, Clichés, and Fetishes.9. Could you -- in the subject line or the first line of the body of text -- draw attention to the fact there's rape or non-con, major character death, underage, and/or graphic violence in your response (which is the Archive Of Our Own (AO3) policy).
the Lincoln that was not hers
Date: 2012-04-07 10:50 pm (UTC)Lincoln had driven the red head home, knowing where she lived was the same on this side as it was on his side.
He kept glancing in the rear view mirror to watch her in the back seat. She was leaved forward, head bent over her knees, her red hair falling in a veil to hide her face. His alternate was right, this Olivia- like the other- was strong and stubborn, trying to burry her emotions.
Lincoln wanted to tell her he was sorry. But didn't know how that would help.
Now he stood on her doorstep chewing his lip and she pleaded with him to stay. Her eyes were red and swollen.
"Please..." She whispered again.
He thought for a second and realized she needed someone to make sure she would be alright. He hated that it had to be him, the man with the same face of the partner she had just lost.
Lincoln sat on her couch uneasily and waited for her to plop down in the arm chair, like the other Olivia would. Instead, Liv sat at his side. Taking his hand in hers, she squeezed meaningfully.
"Olivia... I'm sorry."
She nodded. "Me too... I don't know if I can do this without him. And without Charlie..."
Lincoln didn't ask about the other man she mentioned. "Hey... You're gonna fine..." He whispered.
Liv turned to look at him. "What did you say to me?"
He stared back in shock and confusion. Sniffling, Olivia smiled. "I used to tell him that all the time... On our first case he had freaked out..." She laughed lightly. "The look on his face was adorable though..."
She dreamily laid her head in Lincoln's lap. He wasn't hers, but he felt like hers. "Please tell me you wont leave until I'm asleep..."
He shook his head. "I won't leave you, Olivia."
"Please... Call me Liv..." she smiled softly. "...He used to call me Red... You can too... If you want."
Lincoln nodded. She took his hand in hers again and brought it to her lips to kiss.
Sitting up once more, she stared at him with such intensity it rocked him to the core.
"I shouldn't be here... I'm not him." Lincoln hurried, all flustered and began to stand up.
She stopped him by grabbing his arm and pulling him back to sit on the couch. "You promised me you'd stay." Without warning, Liv leaned and pressed her lips to his in a hungry kiss.
"I'm sorry Linc. I'm so sorry..." She whimpered as she clutched tight to his chest. She wasn't speaking to him, he knew this. He was merely a vessel for her to release her feelings for her Lincoln. Her partner.
"I love you. I always have. I'm sorry I pushed you away. I'm sorry that I never told you how much you mean to me. I'm sorry I wasn't there..." The tears were flowing by now, heavy and thick they flowed from her eyes and down her cheeks.
Trembling, the Lincoln that was not hers, brushed them away. She caught his hand and turned her face into his palm, kissing gently.
"I need you... I need you to forgive me..."
**If someone wants to finish this off with some smut, please please do.**
Re: the Lincoln that was not hers
Date: 2012-04-09 10:17 pm (UTC)