A/N: Mila and I have decided to start a challenge- a Fringe songfic to the song 'Need You Now' by Lady Antebellum. This is my entry. Please enjoy, review, and write your own!
Picture perfect memories
Scattered all around the floor
Olivia sat on the couch, face in her hands. He was gone, without even a good-bye.
Was she not even worth a good-bye?
Reaching for the phone
'Cause I can't fight it anymore
Speed dial number four. She flipped the phone over in her palm. All she would have to do was hold down the four button.
And I wonder
If I ever cross your mind
Why should she call him? He had done the leaving. He hadn't spoken to her then, why would he now?
He was probably glad to be rid of her.
For me it happens all the time
If only she could be glad to be rid of him.
It's a quarter after one
I'm all alone
And I need you now
It was late. She needed sleep. She knew that.
She didn't want to sleep.
She didn't want to be sitting in the dark, all alone, not knowing what to do. She hated not knowing what to do, being unsure of herself.
When Peter was there, she was sure of herself.
Said I wouldn't call
But I've lost all control
And I need you now
Time to make a decision.
She held down the four button. It rang.
What was she planning to do? Cry? Yell? Beg him to come back?
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
She hung up.
And I don't know how
I can do without
I just need you now
Anything would be better that just sitting.
His recorded voice told her to leave a message.
"Peter, it's Olivia."
Come home? Don't bother?
"Call me back."
Another shot of whiskey
Can't stop staring at the door
The alcohol burned his throat. He hadn't had anything this strong in a while. He could just pass out drunk right there.
And no one would find him.
Wishing you'd come sweeping in
The way you did before
She'd gone all the way to Iraq to find him.
Why couldn't she come to Washington?
And I wonder
If I ever cross your mind
Did she even care? After all, she had only gone to Iraq because she needed him so that she could get to Walter.
She had no reason to need him around.
For me it happens all the time
He had every reason to want her around.
It's a quarter after one
I'm a little drunk
And I need you now
It was late- or early. She was probably asleep, like a normal person. Not wallowing, not drowning herself in alcohol.
Or whatever it was he was doing.
He wouldn't be doing it if she were there.
Said I wouldn't call
But I've lost all control
And I need you now
He had a phone next to his bed and her number memorized. It could be so simple.
Wait. He had done the leaving. She was probably pissed at him, probably wanted him to stay away.
And I don't know how
I can do without
I just need you now
Aw, what the hell? If she was mad, he deserved it.
He typed the ten digits.
It rang.
Her answering machine told him that he had reached FBI Special Agent Olivia Dunham, and if he left his name and number, she'd get back to him.
Guess I'd rather hurt
Than feel nothing at all
She reached for the whiskey. Poured a glass. Stared at it, then poured it down the sink. Numbness didn't seem appealing. Not this time.
He hung up the phone. Hearing her recorded voice would have to be enough. For tonight, anyway.
It's a quarter after one
I'm all alone
And I need you now
It was still dark. It was still dark. She was still alone.
She cried.
Said I wouldn't call
But I'm a little drunk
And I need you now
Back to the bottle. Back to whatever it was he was doing, all alone, in the hotel room.
Then there was no more- stupid mini bar with its stupid mini bottles.
And I don't know how
I can do without
I just need you now
Tomorrow, or, rather, later today, she was going to march right to the FBI building, first thing, and do everything in her power to get him back.
No matter what it took.
Oh, baby
I need you now
She had known.
He couldn't go back.