AN: This is pretty much my Angst for Fringe, and I would have to thank elialys for being my Muse, I don't think I could be more bless to know such an Amazing Fringer/Writer.
So this story is for her.
Olivia's wake up call
She felt the first beams of light touching her face, at first she didn't know if it was a dream, or it was really the sun shining softly through the curtains.
Olivia wanted to keep her eyes closed, wanted to try and hold onto a dream that confused her so much, but felt so real. The kind of dream you have to remember, but as the feeling of the cold room started to pull her, so Olivia carefully opened her eyes to the empty room.
For a second, she didn't feel alone, the phantom arm around her waist, the feeling of someone lying close beside her. But as alone as she knew she was, the nagging feeling like something was missing. Someone was missing from her bed.
Keeping perfectly still, she felt the tingling sensation of the warm breath on her neck. The tender touch of lips pressed against the soft skin of her shoulder.
Olivia softly closed her eyes again, running a hand down her stomach to wrap around a strong hand, entwining her fingers, smiling softly feeling the kiss moving over her exposed skin.
No logical explanation of the person who shared her bed, no idea if she was losing what little of her mind she had left. She didn't want logic, or a rational explanation. All she wanted was more. More of this warm feeling spread through her body like a wild fire. A fire that was so new, but felt so familiar.
With eyes closed still, Olivia turned on the bed, and she knew she wasn't alone, she hadn't been alone.
Fingers brushed up a cheek; the stubble was rough, but comforting to her. So much details, but she dared not open her eyes and make it go away.
With trembling hands Olivia cupped the face, moving to soft hair, everything feeling was fresh and new, but it was like she'd done this hundred of times. A nose bumping her own, the tender kiss to follow, but all the while Olivia didn't want to open her eyes and have it all go away.
"Olivia…" The voice spoke her name, the deep tones, and the way it spoke her name, but sounded like she'd heard it before. So now Olivia's eyes squeeze tighter.
Olivia held onto shoulders now, skin burning hot, but she took in the heat so welcoming. "I can't, I won't let you go…" Olivia's whisper careful, that ended out to sound like a desperate plea.
The man's lips press against her lips, this time she knew the kiss, she remembered it so many times that it hurt. It was a dull aching that she was being forced to forget, but her mind wouldn't let it go. "Olivia, you need to remember…" the voice was starting to fade, and it sounded so desperate.
"I," Olivia started, her eyes now finally braving the unknown and opened up to look into soft blue eyes, "I can't." Olivia's fingers now traced the side of his face.
"Olivia," His face started to break up, like flicks of soft shimmer surrounded his body, and now Olivia was aware of how scared she was. "Olivia I will find you again…"
And then he was gone, and a part of Olivia cried, the other wondering why she was crying alone in her bed until one thought caught her off guard making her grab the now empty space.
"Peter…." She gasped before jolting up right in her bed, her eyes wide open feeling completely lost.