Spoilers: Everything so far.

Dislcaimer: Fringe does not belong to me.

Author's note: At the end of the last chapter. Just one thing, Agui, this one is for you.

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Moving on

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Bishop

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"We can't do this anymore." She said still sitting on the passenger seat of the old fashioned car.

"What?" Peter turned to look at her from his place on the driver's seat.

"We can't keep doing this anymore." She repeated.

"Why the hell not?" Peter said in an angry tone.

"C'mon Bishop, you know why. You are hurting her and you are not interested in me." Peter looked through his window to the falling snow, avoiding her eyes.

"Am I that obvious?"

"And then some; you just ran towards me because there was no one else. I was the rebound girl." She shrugged her shoulders.

"I'm sorry. Really." Peter looked at really looked apologetic.

"It's all right, not really an ego booster, but what can I do. You have to promise me something, though."

"Promise you?" He gave her a childlike smile.

"C'mon, you owe me, you are practically dumping me."

"Hey, you started this."

"You have to forgive her." She said in her most serious tone effectively vanishing the smile from his face.

"No I don't."

"Yes you do. For your own good and hers. She didn't do anything wrong." Peter gave her a dirty look. "Don't look at me like that, you know she didn't."

"She kept it from me." He went back to the snow and angry tone.

"So what? You are goona held it against her forever? It was a human reaction, she was trying to protect you."

"She was protecting herself. She should have told me."

"Yes, she should, but.." Peter glared at her." Just let me finish okay, you owe me. Can you honestly say that you wouldn't have done the same?"

"Yes, I would have told her."

"How exactly?" He looked ahead to the road "Ah, yes, you are from another reality. She would have deal with it and move on. She had move on to everything your... Walter did to her, to all the crap the world keeps throwing at her, this affected her too, you know? Have you seen her lately?"

"I see her everyday."

"No, I'm talking really see her. Sometimes I think she is about to shatter, she can barely look at you."

"Because I glimmer."

"No, because she feels guilty, and if you never relieve her from that guilt she is never going to move forward." She made a pause doubting saying the next. "I found her the other day crying in the bathroom."

"She was crying?" Peter asked really surprised and feeling a hole in his chest; she looked at him like saying See, you care.

"Her eyes were red and blodshot, evidence Bishop, she had been crying." Okay, last argument, this could get very good or very bad now. "You left." She saw him tense. "Look, she knows she made a mistake and she is never going to do it again. Now, move on."

"I don't now if I can."

"Yes you can."

"How can you possibly know that? You don't know me." She practically blurted her next words feeling frustrated.

"Because you love her." There was silence for a while, she heard Peter sigh.

"I hate to be that transparent." She laughed, he smiled at her.

"Yeah, I don't really know how you pulled off being a con man." She smiled again, then got serious. "Go to her, let her apologize, apologize and move on. Cool off and then ask her for drinks."

"Just like that?"

"Just like that. Forgive and forget Bishop, you need them and they need you."

"Them?" Peter asked her confused.

"Yeah, I'm going back to New York tomorrow, I'll work better from there." Now he was looking guilty.

"I'm sorry, really, I didn't mean to.."

"It's okay, I forgive you, but you have to promise." Peter debated for a second and then smiled at her.

"I promise."

"Good. Now, please take me to my hotel, I'm exhausted."

"Okay."

They drove to her hotel in silence, just as she was getting down the car Peter call her back.

"Amy!"

"Yeah?" She could see a glimmer in his eyes now. Hope probably.

"Thanks."

"Anytime, Bishop, anytime."

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