Fanfiction Birthday Present for enemiesof-fate!
I feel like it kinda spiraled out of my control rather quickly so I'm sorry if it turned out way different than you expected but I hope it will at least make you smile if nothing else. Happy Birthday!
Peter was right.
She hated saying it, but he was right.
She really should have just went home and gotten some rest and gotten over this cold, like he said.
But no, she refused, and now she was stuck here, elbows deep in blood, guts, and the mysterious substance that Walter was trying to extract from the victim of their latest case.
No one was entirely sure what Walter was trying to accomplish, but he insisted that whatever he was trying to do would only work if both Olivia and Peter had their arms stuck inside the insanely bloated body of the victim to hold what was left of the victim's internal organs away from the blob on the spine that Walter was trying to get to from underneath through the hole in the special table they had to order because, according to Walter, the victim had to be kept on his back for this to work.
Normally Astrid would have this wonderful job, but she was stuck underneath the special table with Walter and judging by the gagging sounds she was making, it sounds like Peter and Olivia might have gotten the better end of the deal.
Olivia wasn't sure what organ- if it could even be called an organ anymore- she was holding up right now but it was heavy and felt like it would bust if she squeezed it too hard.
They had been like this for nearly half an hour now and she'd been fighting a sneeze the whole time.
Not only would she contaminate the body, but Peter was standing right across from her and she didn't want to see the knowing smirk he would aim at her for however long they would be stuck here doing this.
So she absolutely was not going to sneeze.
"I swear I regret coming here every time." A deep voice spoke up suddenly from behind Olivia and although she knew better than to try to turn around with her hands still where they were, she wasn't able to stop the sneeze from finally coming out.
And it turns out she was right about something.
The bloated organ she was holding up did bust with just the slightest pressure she accidentally put on it when she finally sneezed, coating not only her and Peter in a nice disgusting layer of liquid, but Broyles who had come up behind her too.
It was a horrible mess but as Olivia curled up on the couch after a nice long and very thorough shower and leaned into Peter's side- who was hiding at Olivia's apartment until Walter was done- as they settled in for a movie marathon, she thought it might not have been so bad after all.
Until she sneezed again and spilled her drink.