Ugh, this one was a pain to write (took days) but I guess it's because it's been a while since I've written anything Fringe. To prevent as little confusion as possible, I've split this one-shoter into five parts of various lengths. I assure you it's worth your time. It's my first REAL attempt at writing TRUE P/O romance scenes so it ought to be worth it, huh?

And if you think so...you should consider posting a review after reading every chap. (Oh come on, it makes it more interesting to see what you're thinking as you're reading each chap instead of one review for all five parts, RIGHT?)

Just a lil' something to get us all through this hiatus. My god...one more month! :(

Disclaimer: I don't own Fringe and the people who do are either awesome or cruel...or a little of both!

~PROLOGUE~

There was a part of Peter Bishop that was glad that he was once a car-battery-powered guinea pig of his father. It was the only thing that allowed him to share common ground with Olivia…that they were both freaks of nature with disturbing childhoods of being experimented on.

Of course in Peter's case, there was yet anything to suggest that he may have been also injected with Cortexiphan. There was no guarantee that he was ever drugged at all in his youth. (Then again, his father is Walter Bishop. Nothing surprised Peter anymore.) Still, whatever it was that Walter did to him would still be on the same horrifying level.

They must've known it too…the people that were now after him...after people like him.

It took weeks for the team to discover that the string of killings were all connected to the past tests done on the victims by William and Walter. Each body found was a former test subject of their works. And at each murder scene, signs of a syringe or a scalpel having been injected into their bodies.

The conclusion in the end turned out to be simple. The killers only wanted to collect blood samples or anything that would duplicate whatever special "gifts" were given to these victims. They were looking to create their own army…one that would challenge everything the two Harvard scientists ever worked on. But the only way to retrieve the abilities was to kill the ones who possessed them and steal them off their corpses.

It meant that everyone…everyone who had the misfortune of being played with by Walter would wind up dead. Anyone that Walter and William had placed on their own experiment table would wind up dead.

He would wind up dead, Peter realized in anger.

The anger was replaced by absolute dread when SHE came to him and confessed to him…about the successful Cortexiphan tests in Jacksonville…the very ones done by William Bell.

…Olivia…

She would be dead too.

The weeks and months passed with very little to salvage from the investigation. New killings, new victims, names straight from Walter and William test records were killed. Attempts to get to the other test subjects before they were targeted also failed. There were very few people left to save or protect.

Soon, Olivia would become the last living recipient of Cortexiphan and Peter was only alive because he was his father's son. Walter apparently could not remember if he ever did had a experimental file of his own son. But if the enemy found William Bell…wherever he was hiding…they could find something on him and then he would definitely be screwed.

Nearly every attempt to capture the enemy had been attempted by the Bureau and that ended in failure as well. The enemy was both careful and clever not to have any identities or clues or connections that would lead the Bureau to unmask their true identity. And besides that, it was difficult to catch an enemy when you're their target. Both Olivia and Peter had taken a stab at luring the enemy out of hiding posing as sitting ducks only to get out barely alive and no arrests made. The killers were not gonna let themselves come out of the dark when they knew that the FBI and the DHS were onto them.

Nonetheless, they were going to come after them…outside of the case...when they were alone.

Olivia began living out of her office to ensure her own safety and niether Broyles nor Peter would have any beef with that. Peter on the other hand, was not going to let these bastards get the best of either of them and chose instead to keep normal and to watch his back. They were a very unpleasant few weeks of trying to protect yourself from the enemy to say the least.

An attempted break-in into the Bureau became the final straw. The intruder could have easily been there to go after Olivia or to seek the files of the last few victims to be pursue (Peter included). The intruder however, had snuck a cyanide pill in his mouth before he could be questioned.

And that was that for Olivia. Having been known to not take failure well, the lack of success in solving this case (where she could be victim) was something she was unable to accept. Everyday on this case was like hell to her and she sure as hell wasn't going to endanger an entire Bureau for being a target of these bastards' games.

One night, she told Peter that she finally made her choice…she was going to disappear…leave Boston to go into hiding. Before Peter could give his two cents on the matter, Olivia made the promise to call him in the morning…to tell him goodbye, and she quickly left, leaving Peter speechless. It was too late for him to react but he would not make that mistake again.

Peter would be prepared for that call in the morning. He had only one shot to convince Olivia that she was not going to do this alone...

...he was going to go into hiding with her.

onto Part One