Disclaimer: I do not own Fringe unfortunately.
A/N: Just a quick little something I whipped up sometime after watching Bad Dreams, probably for the second time. Nothing special really, but still, enjoy. Reviews and crits are welcome.
She looks up at him and gives him that fake smile of hers,
"I'm fine." She says calmly, holding his gaze just long enough for it to seem true. He leaves it and lets her think that he believes her, but Peter Bishop knows otherwise. They say that eyes are the windows to the soul and, if that is indeed the case, Olivia Dunham's soul is the very picture of pain and sorrow. He can understand it to an extent. With all that she has been through in the past months he would be worried if there wasn't some pain there. But for all his trying he can't figure out why her eyes portray nothing but, and, because he can't figure it out, he can't help but feel responsible in some way.
She stands up, sighing heavily and running a hand through her hair as she begins to pace back and forth. Now it's more than obvious how 'fine' she actually is. He opens his mouth to ask her to tell him what's wrong, but it seems he doesn't need to. Olivia Dunham opens up to Peter Bishop all by herself,
"Okay, so maybe I'm not fine." She begins, a little unsure of herself, "How can I be after all this... this crap has happened?" He watches her as she continues to pace back and forth, unable to keep still for even a fraction of a second, "Being abducted, Loeb, the dreams, Nick... it just... I can't..." A tear trickles down her face and he jumps into action, swiftly making his way to her and putting his arms around her, allowing her to cry into his shoulder,
"Hey... hey, it's okay Liv. Everything will be okay."
"You can't promise that Peter." He holds her close and strokes her hair and back soothingly,
"I know," he replies, "but I can promise that, no matter what happens I will always be here for you. If you ever need someone to talk to or someone to hold you and tell you everything will be okay, I'm here." He can feel the muscles in her face move into a small smile and she relaxes in his embrace, all the tension in her body flowing out,
"Thank you Peter." She murmurs. He smiles,
"Anything for you Olivia."