This is my first try at Fringe FanFiction. Hope you like it. Disclaimer: I don't own Fringe or its characters. This takes place after "Peter" and goes its own way from there.
Admittance Comes First
"Dunham, what made it start to work?" Agent Broyles had asked her, and Olivia could not get the true reason for the sudden development of her ability out of her mind. Especially now that Walter had told her the reason for Peter's glimmer, she was finding it harder and harder to look Peter in the face.
The ringing of her phone woke her from her thoughts of Peter, only to look at the caller at the ID and see that it was the object of her thoughts calling, "Hey Peter, what's going on?"
"Walter has disappeared again. I was hoping he was with you?" Peter asked, his voice clearly projecting his annoyance and frustration.
"No, sorry I haven't seen him. Do you want me to help you look for him?"
"Thanks, but Astrid is already out on the hunt, and so am I. I'm sure the two of us can find him. You should just stay there and get some rest, you seemed extra tired today." Olivia could hear the concern in his voice, and was touched.
"Yeah, I just haven't been sleeping well since Jacksonville." She admitted, and wasn't sure who was more surprised at her admission, her or Peter.
The silence was starting to get strained, both knew what she was talking about, but neither thought this was the time to bring it up, so Peter spoke first, "I'm getting a call…its Astrid. Give me a sec."
Olivia waited in silence, just wondering what had possessed her to say her worries and concerns to Peter, who was the cause of those said worries and concerns. The click of reconnection on the phone, drew her from her thoughts, "Astrid found him feeding the ducks him the parks, no harm done, except to maybe the ducks, one can never know with Walter."
They both had a little chuckle, and then there was, "Good Night, Olivia."
"Good night Peter. See you tomorrow unless we have no case." And she hung up the phone before the softness she heard in his voice returned and caused her to break down and reveal the secret.
It wasn't the sound of her alarm or a phone that woke her, but the unhurried knock at her door that woke her from her restless sleep. When her eyes found their way to the clock it read 10:17 am, and she couldn't understand why it hadn't gone off 3 hours earlier like it was supposed to. The knock came again and she dragged herself out of bed. One look out of the eyehole told it and she opened the door.
"Good morning sweetheart. I brought you some breakfast." Peter said with a smile while holding up a delicious smelling bag, and slipping by her and heading toward the kitchen.
"And what makes you think that I haven't already eaten?" Olivia asked with faux annoyance as she followed him to kitchen.
"The fact that you have only been up about 3 minutes." He answered, pulling plates out of the cabinets as he did.
"And how would you know that as a fact?"
"Oh, I was guessing, but the look on your face when you smelled the food revealed that you hadn't eaten yet." His sly smile brought one to her face as well.
They ate their breakfast talking about little things about their latest case or Walter's most recent adventure. The conversation stayed nicely away from Jacksonville and New York, but that didn't mean that both of them weren't thinking about those things. The beep of the coffee maker altered Olivia to just how close her and Peter had drifted during the talking. He got up to get cups and poor the coffee and she excused herself to the bathroom.
One look at her flushed cheeks had her saying, "Oh, Olivia, what is the matter with you?" She heard Peter's heavy steps pass the bathroom door, no doubt he decided to move their conversation to the living room. She hurried as much as she could, for a reason her mind couldn't figure out, she really wanted to return to Peter as soon as possible.
Peter wasn't sure it was this morning that possessed him to get breakfast on head over here, but it was impossible to resist. It was partly just a need to see Olivia that he developed after spending almost every day with her for nearly two years and also a deep desire to know what was going on in her head since New York. She could try her best to hide it, but he could sense that she was hiding something from him, especially at those moments when she can't look him in the face.
He heard the door open and her light footsteps make their way down the hallway, when she turned the corner, the slight smile on her face made him smile at her right back.
She sat down on the coach with him, though leaving area in between them, making sure they weren't close enough to touch. "So, what was the real reason you decided to come over here this morning? I know it wasn't just to bring me breakfast."
"No, it wasn't." Peter agreed, "I wanted to ask you…..what happened that makes it so you have trouble looking at me?"
"I…I don't know what you are talking Peter, I don't have trouble looking at you, I am looking at you right now." Her eyes were trying as hard as they could to look at me but not focus, or, it was like they couldn't focus.
"No, you're not. You are trying to make me think you are, but I can see that your eyes aren't focused on me Olivia. You are trying to make sure that you can't focus on me, why is that?" Peter moved closer to Olivia as he spoke, and her eyes eventually were glued to his. "Tell me."
"I…..I…..I can't Peter. I'm sorry." Her voice quivered, but she kept her eyes on his, mostly to ignore the glimmer that appeared around him when she became afraid to tell him the truth.
"Why not?" He couldn't help but let the annoyance seep from his voice.
"I promised I won't." The annoyance in his voice, sparked an anger in her's, "If you want to know the secret I'm not the one you should be asking." Her rapid rise from the couch surprised him, and so was her movement toward the door.
The phone was not being Olivia's friend this morning, Broyles had called, there was a case. The only problem was, neither Walter nor Peter was answering the phone. Astrid was headed toward the lab while Olivia bee-lined to the house.
She rang and knocked, no answer. In a sudden hurry and a feeling of worry, she took the hidden key from its place and opened the door, "Walter? Peter?" She yelled, but here was no answer.
It wasn't long at all before she found Walter passed out on his bed, Olivia didn't even need to get within 5 feet of him to smell the booze. A quick look in the kitchen also told her that Walter had cooked up some drugs. He was breathing, but slowly, almost too slow. Just to be sure, Olivia called an ambulance for a drug overdose mixed with alcohol.
As she waited for the ambulance to arrive she searched the house for Peter, but ended her search when she got to his room and saw clothes strewn everywhere. Her knees buckled of their own free will and she leaned against the door frame and whispered, "He's gone."
Sorry for the cliffhanger, but I tend to do that to keep people wanting more. Let me know what you think of how this started. There is more to come, trust me.