Title: Wind and Fire, Air and Ice
Author: PhirePhox666
Fandom: Fringe
Pairing/Characters: Minor Peter/Olivia, Walter, Mostly Peter-centric tho'
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Maybe for mentions of destruction? Really vague, vague mentions... Oh, it is sort of AU. Vague spoilers up to Season three.
Summary: A character study of Peter Bishop that compares him to some of our elements and other things.
Disclaimer: I do not own Fringe. At least as far as I know. If I do they are really holding out on me...
Word Count: 233
Dedication: For Aslan. Always for Aslan.
Prompt: None.
Excerpt: He is wind and fire and earth and water, He is air and ice and darkness and light, He is warmth.
A/N: I thought of the first line of this when watching the last two episodes of season two and I couldn't get it out of my head for the next two days. Finally I just sat down and wrote it out. It's poetry in a way, but I tried to tell a story with it. Everything before Water covers the first two seasons, Water covers that episode and after that it goes into an AU for what I think should happen in season three. If you want to know more about that part PM me. Review if you wish, flame if you wish. I've still never been flamed... Hope you enjoy.
Wind and Fire, Air and Ice.
He is wind,
Blowing from place to place,
Never getting attached,
Or too close to anyone,
He is wind.
He is fire,
Burning with anger
At Olivia, at Walter, at his life
At being back here again, tied down,
He is fire.
He is earth,
Rooted again in a single place,
But peaceful as he hasn't been,
And finally happy again,
He is earth.
He is ice,
Anger that freezes him,
as he runs again,
Anger at them all, what was his family,
He is ice.
He is air,
Still, without breath, without moving,
Every thought comes with ringing clarity,
He doesn't belong here,
He is air.
He is water,
Thoughts moving so clearly, he knows,
It's time to go back now,
Back with his Olivia,
He is water.
He is darkness,
Too far into it to feel forgiveness
as he rips their world apart,
Until a soft hand restrains him,
He is darkness.
He is light,
Cold and sterile, the pain still fresh,
Healed just a little everytime he sees their faces,
But sometimes it is just a little too much,
He is light.
He is warmth,
And it is better now,
Their smiles feel warm on his skin, as sunshine,
And he walks with them again,
He is warmth.
He is wind, and fire and earth and ice,
He is air and water and darkness and light,
He is warmth,
And he is Olivia's and Walter's
He is love.
Finis.