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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).
Red!Liv/Blue!Lincoln - part 4
Date: 2012-04-18 01:24 pm (UTC)It takes them two hours to drive to event site, which is in the middle of a field that's south of a town that still has signs up claiming to be half-way between New York and San Francisco. Liv would have thought that they'd have taken the signs down after the 2003 earthquake. The field is covered in lush green grass and would look perfectly bucolic if not for the giant chunk missing from the center of it.
The crater looks like a giant ice cream scoop took a section of the field away. The bottom of it is filled with muddy water from the recent rain. All the readings are normal now, around the edges of the thing. On the far side of the crater is half a cow. It makes her think of Walter.
"Everything seems fine now," she says. "I don't think there should be any further instability."
"They said you'd check inside it. To make sure it's not gonna get any bigger or nothin'."
Liv stares dismally into the crater, then looks at the farmer. He's a pale, pudgy young man who does not at all look like what she thinks a farmer should look like. She wants to hit him. She looks around for Lincoln, but he's at back at the road where they parked, talking to the farmer's kids who are splashing in puddles on the gravel road.
She slides down the slope of the crater, managing to keep her ass mostly out of the mud. The water in the bottom sloshes over the tops of her boots and soaks into her socks and pants. The mud sucks at her feet with each step she takes towards the center.
"Oh!" She turns towards the sound and Lincoln's peering down at her. His nose wrinkles and he looks absolutely appalled. It's sort of adorable. "You want me to come down there?"
She waves him off and turns in a circle, watching the display on the molecular stability meter. Like the reading from the edge, there's nothing out of the ordinary. Just a muddy hole with a miserable Fringe agent in it. She looks up at the sky just as it opens up and starts pouring rain again. She slogs back over to where the crater slopes up and stares at Lincoln, blinking at him through the rain. He seems impossibly far away. Little rivers of rain tumble over the edge of the crater in tiny waterfalls.
"I'm never getting out of here, am I?"
Lincoln holds up a rope and smiles.
*****
She lets him drive.
"You, um… we're supposed to check in at the field office…"
"Fuck that," she grates out, shivering despite the heat in the car being on full blast. Confined to the car, she can now tell that the mud has a distinct aroma of cow shit to it. "I need a shower and clean clothing and a shower, did I mention that?"
"Motel it is."
She's in the shower before she really thinks about the way Lincoln's hair was plastered to his head in the rain, the way his wet shirt stuck to his chest. She resolutely does not think about that. She's never thought about Lincoln like that and just because this isn't him isn't any reason for her to start doing so. This Lincoln is her partner, just like before, and she does not think about her partner and the way the muscles in his arms looked under the wet cloth of his shirt while he was hauling her out of a muddy pit in a Midland cow pasture.
Only she can't stop thinking about it. About him. About how for all their similarities they're not the same. She suddenly -- fiercely, horribly, achingly -- misses her Lincoln because this is the sort of thing she'd ask his advice on; what to do about this hot guy that she's not sure is even remotely interested in her. He'd laugh and ask how some hot guy could possibly not be interested in her, and she'd punch his arm and say that he wasn't hot or interested.
She misses her partner. She misses her friend.
Liv stands in the shower and cries until the water's gone cold and she's shivering again. She pulls the sweatshirt she took from Lincoln's locker on over her pajamas, then wraps herself in one of the blankets. It's mid afternoon, but seems later as dark as it is. She wants to curl up on the bed and try to sleep.
She hears a knock on the door to Lincoln's room, then muffled talking, then a knock on her own door. Lincoln's holding a box of pizza when she open it. He watches her closely as he enters, but doesn't say anything about her red eyes.
They sit at the little table and eat out of the box, devour the entire pizza. They go over the readings for the site and submit their report. They try to get their flight home moved up, but with the 5 hour drive back to the airport, they can't get anything before their already scheduled flight the next day.
Liv stretches out on one bed and Lincoln the other, and they watch the local news assuring everyone that no further events are expected. Liv wonders how they can say that with a straight face since the first event wasn't expected but that hadn't stopped it. She wakes up when Lincoln turns the TV off.
"Sorry."
She blinks in the darkness of the room and asks, "What time is it."
"Little after midnight. I didn't mean to fall asleep in your room."
"'S'ok," Liv mutters.
She hears him walking to the door, cursing under his breath when he kicks a chair. She must fall asleep again after that because she doesn't hear him leave, but he's gone when she the alarm on her phone goes off in the morning.
{tbc}
Re: Red!Liv/Blue!Lincoln - part 4
Date: 2012-04-18 02:34 pm (UTC)Re: Red!Liv/Blue!Lincoln - part 4
Date: 2012-04-18 06:48 pm (UTC)Re: Red!Liv/Blue!Lincoln - part 4
Date: 2012-04-18 08:41 pm (UTC)