Building Trust
Spoilers: Season 1, Season 2, Season 3(all of it). Read 'Levels of Grief' because there are a few things in here that are explained in the prequel.
Disclaimer: Seriously? If we, the fans, owned Fringe then Season 3 would have never happened(Olivia on the other side not the actual season)!
Peter laid in bed thinking about everything, how he and Olivia had managed to reconcile and move forward a month before. It made it sound like they were married and he hoped to God that one day they would be and he had already made a personal vow to be the most faithful boyfriend and husband on the planet.
Olivia wasn't one to be kept locked up or smothered by he would stand by her and love her till he drew his last breathe. She'd want nothing, always having what she wanted and with his new Massive Dynamic income, he could give her everything materialistically she wanted. As for emotionally, he'd have to learn to notice what she needed, when she would need or want something and how to give it to her.
To say she was his world would be an understatement because he felt as if she was everything he needed to live...he never did till she came to Iraq and dragged him practically kicking and screaming from the desert but now he wouldn't have changed that fact.
She'd left a week before to go to Quantico to get recertified as required by the Oversight Committee. He was anxious to see her upon her return the next day, wondering how she would be and if everything went well, that would be one of the first things he asked her.
The door to his room opened and he stayed quiet, knowing with his back to the door and with acting as if he was asleep, Walter would likely go away and leave him alone. The door shut but he was still quiet, knowing full well Walter had done the shut the door trick to make him turn over.
The sound of a bag hitting the floorboards made him stay quiet, unsure of what was going on and he was going over in his mind what could be used as a weapon. The bed dipped and he heard gently breathing, cautious breathing as if worried the person would wake him.
"Peter?"
Never in his life would he have imagined that voice, not after having been told they needed to go slow. Olivia was in his room, on his bed and whispering to him so he rolled over enough to see her face in the moonlight, she looked beautiful...the moonlight making her glow almost.
What caught his eyes was the rust colored strands that hung from her head, bangs on her forehead and immediately he launched at her, hand on her throat. "Why did you return, haven't you caused enough trouble?"
"Peter...please." She choked it out and looked at him, the color of her eyes was olive not jade. Her eyes held dark circles under, a sign of no sleep and her arm, he then saw they bore injection marks that would forever be on her skin because of the repeated experiments on the other side.
Peter was off the bed and across the room in an instant, staring at her. "Oh God, Olivia I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."
She nodded and rubbed her throat as she sat up, "I understand."
"I should go." He crossed to the door, "get some rest, you need it."
His hand was on the door when she spoke, "you knew...I could have been her but you knew it was me." He turned to look a her, "how did you know...how could you tell us apart?"
"Your eyes are your name...olive, hers are more like her...jade. You haven't slept well since your return, I'm guessing nightmares...the signs are on your face and your arms...they hold injection marks that won't go away because of the experiments they did over there." He looked at her, "was it a test?"
Olivia looked at him, "would you be angry if I said it was?"
He chuckled and looked at her, walking over and sat down beside her. "No, actually I was waiting for the test...I know you well enough to know there would be one at some point. I knew you would want to see if I could tell you two apart...my only question is...why now at midnight?"
"Unexpected, half asleep...best time to judge someone unless they have a gun." She joked and smiled a bit, "I had to know if she showed up one day you'd know. I expected it to take time, a few moments for you to realize but you knew instantly...that's what I needed to know and now I do...you can tell us apart by merely looking at our eyes."
Peter smiled and kissed her head, "get some sleep baby, you've probably had a long week." He pushed back the covers to the side of the bed he never used, having become used to a couch's small space.
She began taking off her boots and he realized what she wore for the first time...cargo pants, a blue shirt and a black jacket...exactly like her alternate when they had met. "Do you have a shirt I can wear, I have to wash my clothes?"
He nodded and walked to the dresser, pulling out a dark blue shirt, handing it to her. Waiting to see what she would do, Peter noticed she began to change right there in front of him so he turned away out of respect.
Seconds later at the rustle of the sheets, he turned to find her snuggling down under the comforter, clothes abandoned on the floor. He picked them up and gently placed them on the chair beside her bag...careful of her jacket.
Going to the closet, he pulled out the spare blanket and pillow, preparing to sleep on the floor but he noticed Olivia looking at him. "Come here."
He let the pillow and blanket fall to floor before sitting on the bed, "what is it?"
"Stay with me, at least till I fall asleep."
Peter gently laid on the bed, expecting there to be a space between them but Olivia curled up to him on his side, head under his chin and arm around his waist. He kissed her head and looked down at her, surprised how calm she was...how peaceful.
She rolled away about an hour later, in her sleep he knew. Peter got up and went downstairs, taking her bag and clothes with him. He began unpacking the bag and washed them, finding most were her suits but she always got them dry-cleaned so he set them aside, taking on the others.
The downtime clothes consisted mainly of cargo pants, brighter shirts in all ranges except yellow and her sleep clothes were mainly tanks and sweats in black or grey. He checked her casual work shirts and found them in red, green and even one pink.
It stunned him that she actually wore color now but he knew for a fact that it was HIS Olivia upstairs and not her alternate...she had all the signs. He washed her clothes but was careful with them.
It took two loads and four hours but he managed to finish and folded the clothes, placing them in the bag and headed back upstairs to find her asleep. He placed one of her suits and two shirts out, wondering if she'd choose black or red.
She woke two hours later and found him on his computer typing away. Olivia just laid watching him and noticed her suit and shirts laid out neatly and unwrinkled. "You washed my clothes?"
He chuckled and looked down at her, "everything but your suits, they get dry-cleaned...I was a bit surprised however to find actual colors."
She shrugged, "Walter calls it 'bleed over' as in her personality is bleeding over partially. He said that we can't remove the memories because its too late but I won't be her again...I'll just have some of her likes and dislikes and a small bit of her personality." She looked up at him, "does that bother you?"
"No, just something new to learn...as long as you're still MY Olivia at the end of the day, that's all that matters."
A/N: Next is their date during the second month, I'm going to start making them on their monthly anniversaries (after everything Peter feels like each month is significant and wants to mark it).