Title: Peace

Spoilers: Takes place soon after the episode on 7/6/09 (The one after the Fourth of July Party, and after Natalia has 'disappeared' and Father 'bleepin'' Ray won't tell Olivia where Natalia is).

Disclaimers: Don't own any of these characters, TeleNext and others do, just playin' with 'em and will put them back when done.

"Can I get no peace?" Doris threw her hands up. "One moment of my day alone and..." Olivia raised her head. Her face was streaked with mascara and she looked like she'd gone fifteen rounds with someone really angry at her face. "Whoa... raccoon chic."

Olivia shook her head and closed her eyes. The hotelier still hadn't said anything. She hadn't parried back. That's what the two of them did. Doris threw words at Olivia, and Olivia threw them back with equal gusto. "What the hell's wrong with you?"

Olivia took a couple of breaths and opened her eyes. "She left... just... a, a convent or, retreat or, it doesn't matter. She told Father Ray, and Blake, and she couldn't... Whatever, I could, we could have..."

She trailed off as Doris sat down across the aisle from Olivia. She wasn't going to get a quiet lunch. "Let me guess. Ray was an ass when you inquired where Natalia was, and Blake was all... 'don't worry it'll all turn out okay, it all turned out alright for me and my dead husband'?"

Olivia gave quite an unladylike sniffle, "Something like that. She's... I've given her my heart, I've given her my daughter, I've given her time, space... I just... what else does she want? I just need to know."

"You like sex."

Olivia's head snapped up and she stared at Doris. The mayor hid a smirk. That had brought the fighting spirit back into Olivia's eyes. "It's not the sex."

"It's always the sex. How many times have you two had sex, or even kissed hmm?"

Olivia shook her head and stood. She swiped at her eyes and cheeks, but it didn't help her look. "Relationships are more than just about sex Doris. What Nat and I..."

Doris stood and was suddenly in Olivia's face. "I'm not talking about your relationship." She got to within a hair's breadth of Olivia's lips. "I'm talking about two souls coming together and... and..." Doris shook her head and took one, then another step back. "I..." She held her hands up in front of her. "I'm not getting involved. I told myself I wouldn't, and I'm not going to." She started to gather her things, her entire focus seemed to be on putting away her pen in the proper pocket. "You two will work it out." She picked up her bag and held it in front of her chest. "It's written in the stars, or at least some piece of paper somewhere. You'll work it out."

Doris turned and was nearly out the courtroom's door when Olivia spoke in barely a whisper. "What if it's not?"

Doris turned, "You and Natalia?"

Olivia came towards Doris, every second she seemed to becoming more like the Olivia Spencer Doris had met all those years ago and less of the empty shell of a woman Doris thought Liv had turned into. "Why do you care?" There was an edge to her voice, and Doris wasn't sure what it meant.

"Sport. C'mon. I'm the Mayor of Springfield. Are you aware of how intensely boring that is?"

Olivia didn't move, she just stood there, staring at Doris Wolfe for what seemed like forever, still as a rock. Doris was about to inquire whether Olivia was having a stroke or some sort of seizure episode when the woman moved with purpose.

After one step she had backed Doris into a corner, and after the next her lips met Doris'. The courtroom, her courtroom, where she was always in control. Doris was spiraling out of control as Olivia pressed her whole body up against the Mayor's. She needed control, she wanted control, she was very, very good at control. That's why they sparred, that's why what was happening was a horrible idea. Totally, utterly.

Doris knew the second it happened. Olivia came up for air, and she felt the hotel owner's fingers on her jacket. And those damn eyes met hers. "How long..." was all she could get out before Doris made her decision.

Olivia guided Doris backwards until the Mayor's thighs hit the prosecutor's table. Doris made a mental note that she'd need to get the tables switched. Olivia lifted Doris up onto the table and started to undo the buttons, one, by one. But Doris stilled the other woman's hands. She had important information. "Twenty minutes..."

Olivia reached up and brushed a lock of Doris' hair from her eyes. "Good... now, shut up."