I know so many people have done and are still doing fics about the finale but when my muse speaks, I must listen otherwise my muse punish me with silence :P
Her brain was spinning as the light faded away. Trapped in the darkness, Olivia screamed in between her broken sobs, tears streaking down her cheeks. She pounded at the glass until her hands were raw and bleeding. One hand lay pressed upon the now red-stained glass as the other swiped over her eyes with the back it, willing them to stop leaking the hot, angry tears.
Olivia pried her hand away from the glass and began to pace. Her legs were eager to carry her away but had no place to go…no place she could go now…not here…she was trapped and her mind drifted back to Peter.
Her hands instinctively clenched into fists, nails digging into her palms with ease, and she began pounding at the padded wall. Fury and the need to escape raged in her aching heart. Blood dripped from her hands and the angry tears continued but she didn't notice anymore…she didn't care anymore.
Doubts seeped into her mind.
He was with her now. He might never know the truth.
Punch after punch, she began to have a rhythm. That rhythm was broken when the light reappeared.
Olivia kept her back to it, panting and staring at the faint red glow the room had from the stained glass with her hands still clenched at her sides, shaking slightly with the fury she possessed for the sick man behind her. Coward.
"Hello, Agent Dunham. And how are we doing?" Definitely a coward. Her hands shook furiously and she snapped. She spun on her heels and lunged at the glass, releasing a raspy but ferial scream. He stepped back and a look of fear and shock came across his face before he could hide it and reposition himself.
She smirked at him, standing as she had before to the wall.
He smirked back as he lowered the metal curtain, turning her world to the darkness again.
She paced for a moment but settled with leaning her back against the wall. Slowly, she slide down, knees to her chest, and placed her forehead to them. Her arms wrapped around her broken form and sobs racked her body as tears pooled under her feet. She wept for her losses, for what she would never see again on her home side.
Rachael, Ella, Astrid, Walter, Peter…her Peter…
So? Review and let me know what you think and let me know if I should continue. Also, I am absolutely and officially stuck on my awesome Fringe fic Gateway and I'm thinking about posting what I have so far and ask readers to review and PM ideas. Should I?