I honestly don't know where this came from-it just came to me after watching "Midnight."
Peter thinks about love while nursing his bottle of Samuel Adams.
The setting was inspired by Zaedah's fic "Jettatura." Totally unbetaed-all mistakes are mine.
I do not own anything to do with Fringe. I just obsess over it.
Thoughts On Love
Peter Bishop had an epiphany during his second sip of Samuel Adams.
He realized he knew a little about a lot of things, but apparently he didn't know about love.
Certainly there had been times in his life when he thought he had been in love, but it was probably the testosterone talking.
The closest Peter had come to being in love was with Tess. But now that he thought about it, standing here on his hotel room balcony, Peter realized he had fallen in love with the idea of Tess loving him.
That's a different story, genius, he said mockingly to himself. This had to be correct. How else could he explain feeling completely at ease taking off for Iraq and not even saying goodbye to her and shedding zero tears?
But what Peter witnessed earlier this evening...he wouldn't have even given it a second thought had Olivia not mentioned it. Boone knew he would most likely die if he allowed Walter to perform a spinal tap, yet he insisted, and Walter honored his wish. "Because he loved his wife," Olivia had said emphatically. Crazy! To knowingly kill yourself to save someone else! Extremely noble, yes, but loving? More like stupid, he thought taking a long sip of his beer.
As far as women were concerned Peter knew how to talk them into things, lots of things. And he knew how to talk women out of things too. He chuckled at that. He knew how to excite a lot of them, and apparently, for the first and second time in his life, he knew how to calm one particular woman down.
Hmm. That was not a part of his modus operandi, but absolutely it had been the right thing to do at the time-both times. Of that he had no doubt.
But love? Peter wasn't sure he wanted to be a part of that craziness. Although, the idea of loving someone and having them love you back held a certain appeal.
Peter looked up at the stars. He tilted his bottle up to drink the last of his beer, and wondered if anyone in his lifetime would ever accuse him of being good at love.