Where'd You Go?

Fringe

Summary: Peter realizes that the wrong Olivia returned with him back to Boston from the other dimension. This is a little tale of what he's thinking about the real Olivia.

AN: The song is owned by Fort Minor and it's only part of the song (it repeats a lot for story use.) The characters are, of course, owned by JJ Abrams.

Where'd you go? I miss you so, Seems like it's been forever, That you've been gone.

Peter stood on the balcony on his apartment. He stared up at the stars in the night sky. If anything, they had never seemed this bright in the other side. His mind kept wandering to Olivia. Something had happened and he had no clue, all he knew was that it was his fault.

"Where'd you go?" he said aloud. "Where are you Liv?"

Peter desperately missed her. It was too much to be in love with her so deeply, get what he'd wanted for so long and then lose it in the course of a few hours. The fact that they could never gotten together now made it all worse.

It made all the pain intensified, like it had been there forever. Whether he realized it or not at the moment, it felt like forever that Olivia had been gone.

She said "Some days I feel like shit, Some days I wanna quit, and just be normal for a bit,"

Peter closed his eyes and though back to a few weeks ago, while they sat on his couch.

"You know, sometimes… I feel like shit. Like I'll never settle down. Im always gonna be chasing some freak around the world. Some days… I just wanna quit Fringe Division and…" she giggled at her thought. "It could never happen."

Peter turned to face her.

"What?" he asked, taking a sip of wine.

"Be normal… just for a bit. It's just a dream though." She took a sip of her drink.

Peter opened his eyes and whispered to himself:

"Olivia, some day, I'll get you back and I'll give you everything you ever wanted and more."

I don't understand why you have to always be gone, I get along but the trips always feel so long,
And, I find myself trying to stay by the phone, 'Cause your voice always helps me and I feel so alone, But I feel like an idiot, workin' my day around the call, But when I pick up I don't have much to say,

Peter went back into the house. He remembered all of the nights he used to stay near the phone, waiting for her to call. It didn't matter that they were for work, it was always her calling for him.

The best time she called was when it was for a date, a date that never happened but still. He hadn't had much to say except 'sure.'

So, I want you to know it's a little fucked up, That I'm stuck here waitin', at times debatin', Tellin' you that I've had it with you and your career, Me and the rest of the family here singing "Where'd you go?"

He sat on his couch, touching the soothing chill of the leather.

God he was so fucked up. He'd always be waiting for her now. If only he'd have stayed here and dealt with the troubling news at home.

"I've had it with this career too, Liv. I have seen it all and… I want you. Where'd you go." He though, looking at the stack of crime scenes that sat in a pile on the floor. He thought of when they first met and the pain seemed to dull for a moment.