Olivia barged into Peter's makeshift home, brushed past a shocked Tim and made her way into the kitchen.

"Agent Dunham-" Tim began to protest.

"You're relieved of your duties for the evening, agent." She told him curtly.

He swallowed his words and gathered his coat before she snapped. He knew she was angry, could feel it rolling in waves off of her. He knew it was best to just let her be before he got sucked into her wrath.

"Bishop!" Olivia shouted as soon as the agent had left.

She jumped when Peter strolled in from the side room.

"Dunham." He said smartly. "How can I help you?"

Her eyes narrowed, hating his attitude. It made her sick and she was already furious. "What the HELL is your problem?" She growled.

Peter crossed his arms and leaned in the doorway. "Um let's see... I saved two worlds and returned to my life that is actually fundamentally not my life anymore because all the people I know and love have no recollection of who I am and—"

"Bishop!" She interrupted.

Peter raised an eyebrow. "Yes Agent Dunham?"

She gritted her teeth. "Cut the crap okay? What exactly is your game?"

Unable to fight the cheeky comment bubbling up, Peter smirked and replied "Poker?"

She lost it. Olivia grabbed him by the shirt and shoved him against the wall. "Listen to me you son of a bitch," She hissed, her face inches from his. "What are you doing making a phone call to my sister in Chicago?"

Peter looked away.

"You think you're so cozy and comfy out of the facility that you can just do whatever? Including contact my family in some stupid experiment to prove your point? I'm not going to stand for it. Understand? You leave Rachel and Ella out of this, I don't care WHO you think you are. You have no right to bring them into this!"

Peter returned her hard threatening stare, only his eyes shown with amusement and intrigue.

She let go of his shirt in disgust and turned away. "And another thing, what is this about you telling Agent Lee about you and I?"

Peter raised an eyebrow, feeling a warmth spread in his stomach at the sound of her pairing them together.

Olivia whipped around and saw that look in his eyes. That longing, warm, loving stare again.

"You and her, the OTHER me." she corrected briskly.

He shrugged. "He asked."

"What all did you say?"

"Lincoln-" he saw her eyes narrow at the casual way he said the name. "Sorry, AGENT LEE said that he was impressed by how well you handle everything, I told him thats just the way you are. And he asked if we used to be together. I told him yes and he started apologizing and I told him to chill out that it was fine because you weren't MY Olivia." He rambled on in annoyance of having to provide details.

Olivia felt something break inside her. She had to turn away before he saw the pain that his phrase arose. Of course he was one step ahead of her, more aware of her emotions than she was herself.

"Olivia... I'm sorry that came out... Awkwardly..." he gasped for the right words, knowing he had already hit a nerve with in her.

She smiled, putting on that famous mask of emotion she used when she receded within herself. "No its fine." She shrugged. "You're right, Peter. I'm not yours." She told him before turning and leaving.

It took a minute before Peter was able to swallow the lump in his throat. "Olivia- wait!"

But she was already gone.

He hated himself for hurting her. But why she was so offended, he didn't know.


Olivia had him shoved against the wall again, yelling at him. Peter didn't hear a word, he was only focused on those lips that were so closed to his. It would be so easy to just lean in and close that distance. But in this position he wouldn't be able to hold her face, hold her in place just long enough to make her realize she needed this too. Those seconds were important and he couldn't risk blowing it. But damn they were so close, and he wanted to kiss her so badly. Peter reached up a hand and gently laid it over her wrist. Her eyes narrowed and she stopped shouting. Olivia glared at his hand. Her wrist was on fire and had grown numb where he touched her. She temporarily forgot all about her anger and instead focused on the fascinating sensation of his skin on hers.

Olivia released her grip and tried to drop her hands. Peter held her there though. She wouldn't meet his eyes. "Olivia..." he whispered.

"Don't." she hissed through clenched teeth.

"Olivia, just look at me please."

She shook her head, "Let go Bishop. Just stop."

Peter leaned closer. "I don't want to stop..."

"Why are you doing this?" She asked, defeated.

"Doing what?"

"Doing this to me? Coming in and messing up my life like you have?" She muttered.

He smiled gently and lifted a hand to touch her face. She promptly swatted it away.

"Olivia, I am a part of you. I have been for 3 years now. You just need to look harder and you'll see that. I'm just trying to help you."

She shook her head. She hated this and hated him and the way he made her feel. "I don't believe you. Just let me go. End this."

He leaned in closer, his nose brushing against hers. She shivered from the contact. Her hands went flat against his chest, momentarily considering shoving away from him, but the thought was dashed though as his hand scooped around her waist and she was pulled even closer to him. Olivia wanted to cry. The mix of hatred and desire boiled within her and she felt like she could just collapse. She needed to hate this man, to push him away, to stop this. But it was impossible when he was touching her the way he was, filling her head with wisps of delicious thoughts of them together. Thoughts that made her knees go weak.

Conflicted, she just wanted the world to open up and swallow her whole. Peter's lips grazed her cheek. Olivia's chest hitched and a sob worked it's way up her throat and out of her slightly parted lips. The hand that held her wrist moved to interlace his fingers in her trembling ones.

"I'm not going to hurt you Liv..." He whispered. "I won't let you break. I'll catch you if you fall."

"But why?" She asked.

He moved to whisper in her ear. "Because I'm madly irrevocably in love with this kick ass federal agent. And she's changed my life." He breathed. "Because I'm in love with YOU..."

The tears broke her defenses easily now. They streamed from her eyes steadily, easing the pressure in her head.

Olivia allowed her weight to shift so she was leaning more into him.

"You are so special to me. You're my entire world." Her hand still laced in his, he brought it to his lips and kissed hers. "I'd do anything for you, Olive."

Olivia looked up for the first time meeting his eyes.

"I'm scared."

He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Don't be..." Peter leaned in to kiss her, to press his lips against her trembling ones, to ease her pain and confliction.

A figure appeared in the corner of Olivia's eye before their lips touched and she shifted her attention to it, breaking the spell. Lincoln...

The newest Fringe Agent stood in the doorway, shock covering his face. In his hands he clutched several files.

He stared for a few endless seconds at the picture before him: Peter held Olivia close as she cried. For once he actually saw Agent Dunham returning a slight amount of affection that Peter had unloaded on her in buckets ever since his arrival.

Very red-faced, Lincoln turned and awkwardly walked out.

Olivia shoved away from Peter, sniffled and wiped her face.

"Olivia—" Peter gasped helplessly.

"Don't. You've done enough." She mumbled and quickly strode after Lincoln, running a hand through her golden hair.

Peter stood there defeated. He had been so close, so close to making her understand. And now she was gone again. Everything was ruined.