I thought that there should be more randomly-sweet-moment fics between Olivia and Peter! The name Shawn Guster is from Shawn Spencer and Burton Guster from Psych. Although I like that show, it's more of a subtle shout out to my friend Libby than deliberate pop-culture reference...XD

"Liv, are you okay?"

"What…what?" Olivia Dunham's eyes fluttered open. Her vision was filled with Peter's face. His concerned, worried face. What had she down now?

"What happened?" She sat up and found herself in her own bedroom. Wha…?

"Ahh, you maybe kind of fainted in your front door." Peter shrugged. "It's all good though." He was sitting next to her on her bed. Why was she on her bed? Had he carried her here? Why had she fainted?

"Why did I faint?" Olivia lay back down. Her head was throbbing. I must have hit it on the floor…

"You haven't eaten anything in four days, Liv. I came over to bring you some Chinese take-out, but you kind of…passed out before I passed the threshold." Peter explained. He smiled goofily in only the way he could. Olivia felt embarrassed. How could she have lost track of her eating?

"The Guster case. Did we solve it?" The reason for her hard work and lack of eating was their current case. Shawn Guster had been found behind a QuikTrip with his legs missing and a considerably nasty liquid coming from his ears. The QuikTrip had been closed down immediately.

"Yes, last night. That's why I brought Chinese over. In fact, you were smiling your lovely little face off before you fainted. Turns out that a lethal virus placed in the slushy machine got our fellow Shawn Guster in the end. I think the disappearance of his legs was caused by a black-market limb seller. But other than that, we're good."

Olivia nodded. The case came back to her. It had been a regular, out-of-the-ordinary Fringe case. Miraculously, no other slushy victims were found. But it had been a vigorous case. Olivia couldn't find time to eat for the past four days.

"Oh." It sounded pathetic, but it was all she could say. "Good."

"Well, I'm going to head out unless…" Peter trailed off. He looked off in the distance, then shook his head and got up to leave.

"Unless…?" Olivia sat up again and swung her feet over the side of her bed. She looked at Peter strangely. He stopped to turn and look at her.

"Nothing."

"If you want to stay, you can just say so."

"Are you inviting me to stay with you, Olivia Dunham?"

"Only because you begged."

"I didn't-"

"Chill, Peter. I'm just yankin' your chain." Peter walked back to Olivia's bed and lay next to her. Both of them were on top of the comforter. Peter ever so subtly snuck his arm around Olivia's shoulder and smiled in victory when she didn't object.

"This is nice," He commented. They both stared at the ceiling, not exactly able to look each other in the eye with out blushing madly.

"This is nice."

And for that night, Peter and Olivia were more than just co-workers. They were best friends, fighting evil or not.

Olivia broke out to a huge smile at this thought. Peter turned his head and gave her a peck on the cheek.

"Thanks for being alive," He said, meaning every bit of it.

"Thanks for keeping me that way." She smiled. They settled against each other. Olivia felt so out of character, but she didn't mind.

There might be people trying to tear them down. Did it matter?

Not tonight.