Fuer Elise
Hey there, this is my first Fringe fan fiction, but also my first English fan fiction. I hope you'll understand and enjoy it, maybe you can help me with my grammar and vocabulary in order that I become better. Thank you, Cate
Nobody is sure about who Elise was or is. We only know that Ludwig van Beethoven must have loved her as much as he could.
Christmas is the
celebration of love. We share this celebration with our friends,
families and, sure, the people we love. The Christmas Eve had already
begun when Peter Bishop entered the lab in the Harvard
University.
Astrid was lying on the couch, reading the fattest
book he'd ever seen, while she was listening to the silent music
from her discman, it must have been Kate Winslet's Song 'What if
I', but he was not sure.
Walter was humming a melody, he'd
never heard, but he was just Walter.
In a corner of the lab stood
a bride Christmas tree, he and Olivia had cut down a few days ago.
This was the thing he'd missed, where was Olivia?
"Walter?
Have you seen Olivia today?"
His father turned around but he was
looking like a sheep, so Peter put it off.
"Astrid? Have you
seen Olivia today? And what are you doing here?"
She put her
ear-phones off and looked asking to him.
"Have you seen Olivia
today?" he repeated his question.
"She's only buying a few
presents for you and Walter." She showed him her new book, "This
is mine. But I have to go now, my family is waiting, it's 5 pm."
She stood up and called Walter so say goodbye and to wish him merry
Christmas, then she left the lab.
Olivia
entered the lab a half hour later. She had big tote bags in her hands
and there were snow on her beret. She was looking sweet.
"May I
help you?" he shouted from the other side of the lab.
"No, no
I'm fine."
"What about your sister and Ella?"
"They
are in Sweden. It was her dream since she was a little child, to
spend a Christmas in Sweden." She sat down exhausted, and put the
presents out of her bags.
"For Walter we should unwrap the
presents tomorrow, but this is for now." She gave him a present,
wrapped in golden paper with self painted black tones on it. But her
smile at this moment was his real present.
"Is this my new
piano sheet music?" he laughed and read the title:
"Elton
John's greatest hits. Why did you buy this?"
"I can't here
Jazz anymore, it is is awful, and I love 'candle in the wind'."
She said with a smile.
"Olivia, nice
to see you, how are you?" Walter shouted from Gene's stable.
"Still fine. What about you and Gene?"
"I feel very
well. And I think Gene too, but cows couldn't feel, so it is hard
to say."
"It's okay Walter, I got it." She laughed.
"I'm
going home now, I wish you merry Christmas Olivia. And there is still
a little bit LSD in the cupboard, but don't use all of it." He
took his coat. "See you tomorrow!" the he abandoned the lab.
"Are you sure that you want to let him go home alone?"
"Hey,
he's not my son. He'll take a taxi. At least I hope so."
It became silent
between them. There was just the 'tick-tack' of the clock on the
wall next to them.
"What should we eat? Chinese? Italian?" he
asked.
"Chinese." She replied, and he took his cell phone out
of his pocket to order their favorite meal.
It took twenty
minutes till their dinner arrived, and they ate about an hour.
After
they finished Olivia laid down on Astrid's Couch and looked to the
ceiling while Peter disposed of the waste.
"What about a
little game? I play a melody and you have to say what it is."
She
grinned and nodded.
"Listen Olivia, I'll make it hard for
you." He began to play.
She closed her eyes and walked to the
piano to sit next to him.
"It's from a movie, but I don't
know the name." she whispered gently.
"… I
see you, I feel you, that is how I know you,
it's 'My Heart will go on', by Celine Dion, from Titanic. I
hate the movie, but Kate Winslet have looked so cute with red
hair."
"Damn!" he griped and went to the next song.
There were only a few centimeters left between them and Olivia heard that her heart was beating loud. If someone would ask her if she likes Peter, she would have said 'NO' but in this moment she wasn't quite sure.
"Ummm. This is from Evanescence, My Immortal,
right?"
He poked her in the rips and started a new one.
"You'll
never imagine what this is." He grinned and started playing.
Having
finished he looked at her, her wonderful green eyes were greener then
sometime else. He felt a slight tingling on his back and had no words
to say.
"I have no Idea, play it again." She bid him, and he did.
He had to play it
four times 'til she laid her head on his shoulder and began to hum
it.
They sat there, without speech and interruption together like
a couple, just enjoying the other one, the familiar smell, the
feeling of warmth next to them.
"It is
'Fuer Elise', by Ludwig van Beethoven." He said after a few
hours.
"No it isn't! I know 'Fuer Elise'!" she
contradicted
him.
"It is, but I played only the parts B and C. Most people
don't know that 'Fuer Elise' has not only the
du-du-du-du-du-du-duuum but also another more difficult part, which
is, as far as I could see, much prettier then the start."
"Would you play
the start for me? I've never heard it for years." She smiled at
him. It was already after midnight but he laid his fingers on the
Keys and began to play. She snuggled up to him as if she slept.
"I
don't know what I would do without you." She whispered and he
kissed her on her hair.
"It is late, don't you want to go
home to sleep?" he asked silently.
"No I want to sleep here
next to you and wrap off my presents tomorrow."
"It is already
'tomorrow' it's 1:30 am, shouldn't I drive you home?"
"No,
no it's fine. Play the melody a few hundred times again and I'll
be asleep." She said gently and sleepily.
"Yeah, you would
like that, wouldn't
you?"
She
nodded and took a deep breath from his wonderful ligneous
perfume.
"Olivia? Do you know the meaning of 'Fuer Elise?'"
he questioned her.
"Hmmm?"
He smiled lightly and
whispered:
"Forget about it, it's time to sleep."
He
carried her to the couch and covered her with one of the thickest
blanked he found.
"Sleep well, Elise."
He kissed his Liv
on her forehead before he laid down next to her, awaiting the next
morning.
