Okay, so this isn't a "real" fic. Just a place to gather all the little things I've made for challenges at the FringeVerse in Livejournal. I'll set it as "Complete" because I don't write that much so it could be days, weeks or months (probably the later) between chapters after I post everything I've done so far.
So for this challenge, we had to write a diary entry as if we were one of the characters. I made two. One per each Olivia, the other one will be chapter 2.
Spoilers: None, even though it talks about season three I wrote it way before watching any episode from that season, and I don't like fringe spoilers so, that, spoiler free.
DEAR DIARY - ALTLIVIA'S ENTRY
I won't apologize for not writing more often.
It's was your idea, I never even liked diaries on the first place. You told me to think it was you I was writing to, not just a blank page.
Funny how that's the hard part now.
You know, Frank, mom was right when she said after Rachel's death that everything gets easier with time.
Everything.
Even the things you don't want to.
Kissing other people was never a problem between us if on a mission, no hard feelings.
No feelings at all.
But that's actually the problem now, when Peter kisses me I'm not as indifferent as before. Lately, without even noticing it, I've been searching them, initiating them, desperate for something he's too willing to give. Feeling things deep inside me that I've only felt with you before.
It scares me, you know?
But what really terrifies me is that when they suggested that this might be a life long mission, for a fraction of second, I din't even blink, the only thought crossing my mind being that it wasn't that bad, that I could get used to this.
She's not dead here, you know?
Rachel.
She's so happy. So happy. Makes me think I like this side better, makes me doubt the mission I'm doing here. How am I gonna be able to aid destroy a world in which Rachel is alive and happy?
Insane, right?
When I see her with Ella, sometimes, I think I understand why this Walter did what he did.
Would have I done the same given the chance? Probably not, knowing the consequences. But it surely gives you something to think about.
Some times I think I want Peter to find out this damn diary so I can go back home to you and forget that any of this ever happened. But maybe that won't be the outcome, probably, so he won't.
With doubts and all, would you have me back?
I need to believe you would. That you will, because I am coming back to you.
That was always the plan.
It is still the plan, right?
