A/N Hi! I'm Lizzie, and this is my first fringe fanfic that I'm posting up here, so do play nice?:) comments and advice are extremely welcome, so do hit that blue comment there please? Oh and a mild Spoiler Alert for those who have not watched season 5 yet.
Disclaimer: I do not own Fringe. At all.
"You know what, maybe you should just go!" Peter hollered, flinging his phone onto the sofa. Olivia bit back tears.
"Maybe I will!" She retorted, then flounced up the stairs to the bedroom that they shared, slamming the door so hard that the windows rattled. She began to pull clothes out of the closet, and stuff them into a black duffel bag. A small cardboard box sitting in a corner of the closet caught her attention.
She pulled it out from, and opened its cover. Olivia fished out a small matchbox, and carefully slid it open, a dented bullet on a silver chain nestled in it. She pulled it up by its chain, smiling as she looked at it, then lowered it back into the matchbox, and placed it into the box again. She didn't bother taking her sidearm with her, it would be a hassle to bring around, and if she got caught by the Observers, she didn't want them to get her gun too.
Olivia pushed the cardboard box into the closet again, and zipped her duffel bag shut. She left the room, and descended the stairs. Peter was nowhere to be seen, which was fine with her, she really wasn't in the mood to see him anyway. But still, she had expected him to see her off.
"Oh, Peter." She sighed, taking one long, lasting look at the house, before she stepped out into the garage.
Olivia's eyes flew open, as the door to the office swung open. Peter smiled at her, a little quizzically, and she realized that she was still on the floor. She smiled back, as he joined her on the floor.
"You okay?" He asked her, brushing tears away from her eyes. "You were crying earlier. While you slept."
"I'm fine." She replied. "Just a dream." Peter nodded to the tv.
"Watching something?" Olivia sighed heavily.
"It's one of Walter's tapes." Peter raised an eyebrow.
"I thought we wouldn't have another one till Thursday?" He asked. Olivia averted her eyes to the floor.
"It's one of Etta's birthday tapes that Walter took." She replied quietly. Peter looked down too.
"Oh." Another tear rolled down her cheek.
"I miss her, Peter." She whispered. "I want her back." Peter pulled her into a hug, and he could feel her ribcage rise and fall as she took in gulps of air.
"I know. I miss her too." He said. All was silent, with the occasional scraping of a chair from the lab, and soon, Olivia fell asleep again.
Astrid opened the door to the office just a crack, peering in to see if Olivia was inside. She smiled. Olivia and Peter were asleep on the floor, in front of the tv. Olivia was wrapped in Peter's arms, and his head rested gently on hers.
She closed the door with a small click, still smiling. The two had been through a lot lately, and they probably needed the rest, having been working continually. And anyway, they needed the time to let their relationship go back to normal again. The way it was meant to be. Together.
A/N and that's the end of the first chapter:) okay, it may be a little short.. And I will probably continue this, especially if someone likes this:) please review!:D