Moonlit Promises

Spoilers: All Episodes

Disclaimer: I wish I owned Fringe but sadly I only own seasons 1-3

The general idea about dreams is that you find some hidden meaning in them, however the question is...how much of a meaning his truly hidden in them. If they aren't hidden then perhaps they are instead holding a connection to something...or someone. Imagine two worlds, two people so in love that they suffer without each other. One stuck believing everything is lost and another thinking she has been given another bad deal. Olivia Dunham dreams of Peter Bishop in a world where he disappeared and Peter Bishop dreams of Olivia Dunham in a world where he doesn't exist.

Olivia looked at herself in the mirror after brushing her teeth, going through the mental checklist of things to do. She left the bathroom and passed a shut door, letting her hand move across it as she did. Going downstairs, Olivia checked the doors and shut off the lights before checking on Walter. He was asleep and she smiled, her eyes lingering over the picture on the desk in the room. Her smile faded and sadness filled her, she wiped her hand across her face to stop tears.

Going back upstairs, she headed down the hall to the once unused master bedroom. Walter had insisted she take it, to make it her own and said she could have anything from Peter's room if she wanted. The door had been shut to Peter's room, in three months it hadn't been opened once. She decorated the room as much as she could, making it a blend of what she was sure Peter would have helped her pick out if he had been there. Shutting off the light, she climbed into bed and allowed her eyes to close, dreams set in an hour later as she fell into a dreaming state of sleep.

Olivia sat on the grass of the Harvard yard, watching as Walter flew a kite and Astrid helped keep it under control. Hands covered her eyes and she smiled, "hello."

"Hi," she turned to see Peter, he leaned down and kissed her. "Don't you look beautiful, you warm enough or should I get you a coat?"

She smiled, "no I'm good...this is warm, compared to our winters." Olivia leaned back as he wrapped his arms around her. "Where were you?"

"Getting into trouble, saving the world...the usual."

"Hmm...maybe, I'll go with the first."

Peter kissed her head, "how is he?"

"Flying a kite...he's like a kid." Olivia felt Peter's arms loosen and she turned to look at him, he was looking away at something but there was nothing there. "Peter...what is it?"

"I have to go..."

"No!" Olivia sat up suddenly, the word still on her mouth as her raw throat signaled that she had yelled. The lights of the house followed and seconds later her door swung open, Walter stood there.

"My dear...Olivia are you alright?"

"Just a bad dream Walter, go back to bed." She gave a false smile, "I'm okay...get some sleep."

He nodded, "I miss him too. Goodnight Olivia." He left and shut the door, Olivia rolled over after laying down and began to silently cry. She finally realized the ring on her finger, the one she had found in Peter's room upon collecting her things, was missing. That made tears come heavier...something he'd saved for her, a promise that she had worn as a symbol of love for him was gone, she had nothing left once again.

Everything she held dear was always taken from her, leaving her with no hope and only dreams. Peter was gone, taken by the universe for bridging two together, leaving her with only dreams and heartache. Part of her wondered what it would be like to have never met Peter...to not know the pain of losing someone she loved. John's death could never compare...when she had lost John she had just lost faith in people, faith in love. Losing Peter had made her loose a part of her very being. Her life was just the job, the war she had been designed to fight and would always fight, she'd never get love or happiness because it wasn't mean to be.

A/N: I thought about this and wondered...what if they shared dreams? See Part 2 with Peter's POV (sorta)

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