Greetings Fringe fans! Thanks for stopping by! While this may be my first Fringe fic, I'm not new to the writing world. I'm stepping out of my comfort zone a bit (I normally write Power Rangers fics, don't hate!) and trying my hand at something else. I've been a Fringe fan since the beginning, and after rewatching "6B" over and over, I had an idea cross into my head that I've been aching to get out.
This will be AU, occurring before "6B" as a standalone from the season. I had this idea with a Power Rangers fanfic a while ago, and if my thought process is correct, I'm certain you will love it! We all know what happened at the end of "6B", however I'm taking a different approach, hence the AU. Just a warning, there's going to be angst!
To really get the feel of this, I've added some back ground music for your listening pleasure (.com/watch?v=epUOoPuiyZM&feature=related), I think it really enhances it.
Happy reading! Comments always appreciated!
Rated: T for now, rating may change as the story progresses
Setting: Boston, MASS.
Time: before episode "6B"
Summary: A string of seemingly unrelated murders brings the Fringe team together once again, however this case isn't as clean cut as it seems. Meanwhile, a new threat hits close to home that puts Olivia at wits end, and brings about a new victim that she may not be able to save.
Crash into You
By: Stephanie
White Time Ranger
Chapter 1: Undisclosed Desires
Their glasses clicked and sent out a small chime that hung in the room like the heavy winter air outside, so cold and desolate, so isolated from the world. As quickly as the sound came it went, quietly slipping away and disappearing into the air. Wind howled angrily against the walls of the old house bringing about the only noise to echo the glasses. The logs fought for the fire's attention, hissing and crackling at one another as the flames licked the wood hungrily. A small pop came from the fireplace; the warmth radiating and heating the room as it send a small ray of orange-red light across them.
They sat across from each other next to the fireplace. She had wanted to talk, but when the time came, words escaped her. All she could do was sit, hunched and defeated, sipping her whiskey, unable to look him in the eye for the moment while she gathered her thoughts. The silence between them didn't bother him in the slightest; give her the time to figure out what she wanted to say. Even if she didn't speak a word, it was enough to make him somewhat satisfied. She was back in his life, but not the way he wanted, and he couldn't help but blame himself for all the rifts that came between them.
He couldn't help but let his eyes wonder from the carpet to the chair where she sat, staring aimlessly into the bottom of the whiskey glass, if searching for an answer. Or the right words to say. He followed the angelic outline the fire cast on her body, following it until it reached her shoulders. She always had good posture until now, when she showed up at his door step only minutes ago. Her upper body was bent, curved, almost defeated as her elbows rested on her knees, her thumbs outlining the top of the glass. He caught the glow on her face, smoothing out her skin even more. Her lips, embossed by the fire made her even more desirable. Her blonde hair fell over one side of her face, a curtain to shield out the quiet darkness around them.
But what caught him most, what he loved about her, were her eyes. Her brilliant brown eyes that on many occasions he found himself daydreaming in. Her magnetic stare that brought him closer to her each time, a window into the soul of a woman she was. What he found there was not something he expected to see. Sorrow. Heart break. Loss. Emptiness. Loneliness. Regret. Betrayal. Fear. The fire that had one driven Olivia Dunham was extinguished, leaving its smoldering ashes behind and Peter to blame.
"You look tired," Peter said, his voice low, raspy as he found the words to break the ice thin silence between them, testing it before putting all his weight behind his statement. Her body remained frozen where she sat, the only movement coming from her glassy eyes as they moved and connected with his. "Not sleeping well?"
Her lips parted as she began to speak, "No." The simple answer she gave pushed past her lips, small and quiet, a whisper barely audible. The heaviness of her heart was evident as she swallowed back the words she wanted to say. "Peter," she whispered his name, but lost her words once again, the lump in her throat choking them back once again. "How…" she turned her head, the warm glow from the fire lost, "how could you now know that it… that she wasn't me?"
Peter's stomach turned uneasily. "I couldn't. Olivia, she was much like you, and at the same time, she wasn't. The change was what I noticed, how happy you," he bit his tongue, "how happy she was. I thought to myself, can this really be happening? All the wickedness of the world melted away when I was with her, when I thought she was you. When I found out, I was dumbfounded." He moved forward in the chair, only inches from her. He could see the sadness in her eyes; tears lined her cheek in a shallow waterfall, falling slowly. "When I found out, Olivia, was the day I got the message from you from the other side. When I saw you lying in that hospital bed, my heart sank, and it was like I was looking at a-a," his voice trailed off.
"A ghost?" she finished his sentence, the sadness in her eyes suddenly changed to anger and her grip tightened around the glass, her voice growing in amplification. "Peter, you were the one thing that kept me alive on the other side, the one person that I wanted so desperately to return to, to forget everything that happened and pick up where we left off. The only thing that remains here now, is exactly that. A ghost."
Olivia stood quickly, the stagnant blood rushed from her head, making her dizzy. She dropped the glass, spilling the last of the contents onto the carpet. "All you can do is keep saying 'you're sorry'. I know you still have feelings for her. I know you think about her. I know when you see me, you see her." Tears glistened in her eyes as they continued to fall. "When you kissed me, you kissed her."
Peter began to stand slowly, confronting her and standing straight, staring into the depth of her emotions. "I said I was sorry for what had happened. I've moved on, Olivia, moved past her, let her go. All because you are here. You came back into my life. You are here. Olivia, all I ever wanted was you." His voice dropped in pitch, as he raised a hand and cupped her cheek, wiping the tears from her face. "All I ever wanted," he raised his other hand, embracing her face in his palms, feeling her pulse race through her skin, "was you."
Olivia drew in a deep, quivering breath and released it as she stared into Peter's eyes and saw the longing that rested behind them, a resonating desire that burned through her body as he held her face, his fingers rested gently on her neck as he wiped the cascading tears from her eyes. Every inch of her was on fire, her fingers, her toes, and her heart as it raced at the gentle touch he offered. She swallowed hard, the dry lump in her throat swelled even more, her voice escaping her lips in nothing more than a small and quivering whisper.
"You've always had me."
Peter said nothing as he moved towards her, keeping their eyes locked and kissed her slowly, her eyelashes brushed against his cheek. His lips collided with hers as he tried to unlock the chains of the emotions that bind her, giving Olivia a key to freedom, giving her the okay to finally let go. Peter felt her freeze beneath his hands, her body tensed as he kissed her again, deeper, pulling her from the darkness that kept a strong hold on her. Peter pulled back, his hands still placed on her cheeks and stared into her eyes, looking for the key that she was free.
Olivia said nothing as she leaned in again and captured him in another deep, passionate kiss, bracing herself against his chest with her hands, feeling his heart beat through his shirt. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her even closer to him, afraid this time of letting go, of losing her again deep within the cavern of her thoughts and emotions. One kiss after another their bodies worked in motion, drinking from one another, an elixir of life and lust that both had been denied for too long.
In one swift movement Peter lifted her up, carrying her gracefully up the stairs, almost floating, and into his bed. Laying her down gently he ran his hands up and down her body, a craving he wanted, he desired. He needed to survive. He'd do anything to show Olivia that she was his addiction. Their lips had not separated as he ran his fingers through her hair, their bodies entwining like a helix, connecting in multiple locations, becoming a single body, mind and soul.
Olivia pushed up against him, sitting Peter up and moving closer towards him, straddling him, her lips not letting go, a move that even surprised Peter. Slowly, carefully, he moved his hands up and down her back, caressing her gently. She took in another deep breath as his lips moved to the valley of her neck, tracing her skin, outlining the curves of neck. Coming back up for air he kissed her again and felt her stop half way. Opening his eyes he found hers connected with his once again. They said nothing, both afraid of spoiling the moment.
Olivia took his hands from behind her and placed them on her abdomen, her eyes never leaving his as she began to unbutton her shirt and threw it carelessly on the floor, his coarse hands resting on her bare stomach. Peter saw a beautiful desire in her eyes, the desire only a woman could express without words. Her eyes stayed in contact with his as she tugged at the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his body and felt the rush of heat coming from his chest.
For whatever reason she couldn't fathom, Olivia couldn't remove her gaze from his. Peter wanted her. Peter wanted her. A small smile curled the sides of her mouth. He wanted her. Breaking the contact he arched his neck upward and stole another kiss, beginning the game all over again. Whatever anger Olivia had at him melted as they continued to undress; he treated her body delicately and dangerously at the same time. Soon enough, nothing separated them but skin.
Peter leaned forward again and pulled a light sheet over their bare bodies as he continued to explore hers, the beautiful temple of a goddess for his worship. Every curve delicately crafted, every crevice diligently carved was his to explore, a cavern of wonders that brought low, delicious moans from her as he explored. His hands, his lips, and his tongue mapping her body in any way imaginable.
"Peter," she breathed as he brought his lips back to hers, and he found the nesting between her legs. Raising her hips to his, they became one, a rocking rhythmic motion with waves of lust rolling between them. Olivia's body pulsated as Peter touched her, a sensation she had long forgotten. Her breathing deepened as Peter sat up again, and she fell onto him. Their fingers laced, their tongues entwined as Peter brought her hands above her head and kissed her deeply again, tasting the lust on her tongue, the peppermint desire that rested on her lips, sweet and refreshing.
Peter grunted as he brought their hands behind her, pushing her chest outward as he kissed her bare, sparking chest, her heart beat echoing in his ears as she moaned again, sweat dripping from He let go, her arms wrapping around his neck as he pulled her closer and squeezed her against him. He felt her swallow hard as his forehead rested against her neck and her breathing pattern that mimicked their actions.
Peter felt her body groan against his, her muscles tense. The fear and abandon he saw in her drifted away, revealing a side of her he never knew, the lustful, pleasure driven woman he had longed for years to know. In a final moment of passion she kissed his again as they climaxed, sending a shock wave through Olivia's body that made her hold her breath and release, her muscles around him pulsed and finally released, all the stress and aggravation over the past few months was gone, leaving her with a pleasurable sigh.
Exhausted they fell back to the bed with a gently bounce. Peter panted along with her as she fanned his sweat stricken hair line. Their eyes connected once again as a smile began to flood her face. She swallowed and continued to pant, her muscles aching from their love making session. Feeling Peter's body tremble he moved out of her and to the side, still holding her in his arms, still afraid to let go. Olivia swallowed once again, her mouth too dry for words. Peter returned the smile and slowly kissed her once again, longer, softer. For what they had done, no words could describe.
"Olivia," Peter said, "you're glowing."
She burst out into laughter, a hearty jolt that sent Peter into a laughing fit as well, causing his tired body to collapse onto hers, his head resting on her chest as she cradled his head and lightly kissed his forehead.
"Of all the people that should be glowing, you peg me." She chuckled once again. "That's ironic." He raised his head, his chin resting delicately over her breast bone. "Thank you, Peter," she said, her eyes glistening against the moonlight.
"For what, may I ask?"
Her smile broadened. "For choosing me." Peter couldn't help but smile wider and kissed her again, bringing his head to rest on her chest. For the first time in a long time, Olivia felt her eye lids become heavy with fatigue, her heart rate drop and her muscles relax. Her shoulders sunk into the cotton sheets as she drew in a deep breath and closed her eyes as sleep quickly tucked around her; a blanket wrapping her is ease and sent her off to sleep.
Downstairs the door opened as Walter arrived home earlier than planned, due to an incoming snow storm in the area. The first thing he noticed was a black SUV parked in the drive way, the plates all too familiar. The second, a smoky scent of lavender and vanilla, the perfume struck a loud cord in his memory. In the living room, the fire began to die down, casting a shadow on the two glasses and the open whiskey bottle. He closed the door quietly and glanced around. The last, and most significant, was the atmosphere. All the tension in the house the last few weeks was gone, replaced by a warm, comforting sensation that brought a smile to the scientist's face.
He crept up the stairs quietly and put his ear to Peter's door. Two different breathing patterns were audible. One loud, snoring freight train he identified as Peter, and another was softer, more at rest and ease than that of his son's. Putting the pieces together Walter let out a happy chuckle as his insides flipped with excitement. He didn't have to open the door to know who was behind it.
Peter and Olivia slept soundly, warmed in the bitter February night by the comfort of the other, a smile portrayed on their faces. The wind had died down a bit since the clouds moved out, creating a peaceful, silent bliss around them. The only sound heard was the quiet buzz of Olivia's phone, knocked to the ground in the heat of the moment and hidden beneath her shirt. It buzzed a few more times before going to voice mail, and the calls missed menu opened, the word Broyles blinking across the screen…
