A Stolen Life. A Stolen Kiss. A Stolen Heart.

(Her life, Peter's kiss, Peter's heart)

SPOILERS: Season 3 Episode 5

NOTE: She and Her in italics means Altlivia.

1. When Alone

The water was warm. Not too hot, but hot enough that she felt relaxed. Relieved. Calm. But somehow she still felt like she was trapped in the black box, the Secretary had left her in.

The walls so close together.

Claustrophobic.

It had been three weeks since she had returned. It was mainly part to her being able to communicate with Ella, thanks to her 'mind' Peter telling her that it was Ella's birthday. Something that their Olivia would never have known. Ella had talked to their Olivia and asked her what was wrong when she had called. Of course, she had no idea what she was talking about. That's when Peter began to suspect. It wasn't until later that he truly believed she wasn't his Olivia. Olivia had demanded to try the tank one more time. The Secretary, believing her when she said she only saw black, allowed her to enter it again, in the hope of her crossing over. Of course she did. She always did, he just didn't know it.

She talked to Peter. Trying her best to explain everything to him before she was pulled back. Yanked from Peter's arms. Dragged kicking back to their universe.

Being back, she could see the damage her other self had caused. Her apartment was different. Things moved, all of her comforts, her books, her clothing, her alcohol had been replaced. Their was an overflow of avocados in the fridge, but seeing as how they were rare in her world, it made sense.

The bath water enveloped her. She stared at the broken soap holder in the shower next to the bath tub. How had it been broken? Peter, in her shower with her, holding her, touching-

She didn't want to think of the possibilities. Instead she told herself it was broken before she had left, was kidnapped and replaced by her other self.

She moved her thoughts onto other things. Rachel, Ella, Walter, Astrid. It was nice to finally see them again. At first they were all hesitant, unsure. Ella, of course, had greeted her eagerly. Olivia had never thought such a small person could hug with such strength. But it felt nice. It felt right.

Peter had tried talking to her. But she hadn't so much as blown him off, as she had just wandered away. She wasn't ready to listen to his excuses. After all she was her. How could Olivia hate him for falling in love with her? Even if it was the wrong her.

Olivia knew she would have to talk to him eventually. But she wasn't ready. She couldn't face him just yet.

Despite her efforts, he stuck by her side. He followed her everywhere. He even began staying with her at her apartment to make sure she was alright.

He was sitting on her couch in her lounge room right now. He was watching the television as she took her bath. This was the first time he had left her alone longer than five minutes. He didn't like the idea of her being alone. She was in solitary confinement for several weeks. He didn't want her to ever feel alone again.

She didn't need this. He was getting clingy in a way. Always watching over her.

Olivia desperately wanted to be alone.

She wanted to let go, let the warm water wash her worries away.

She did let go. Completely.

She slipped slowly under the water's surface. The water washing over her fully. Everything was gone. She felt no more pain, no upset, no worry.

She held her breath as if she didn't need air anymore. Unconcerned for her current state of being. She closed her eyes.

And she slipped away.

A/N: Okay, this is after Olivia's experience in 3x05 in the tank. I had an idea about her return and her life afterwards, but not sure as to the how, thanks to 3x05, I know do

Tell me what you think? Should I continue?