Hey everyone, I went on vacation for most of July and now I'm waaaaay behind in my line of fics. I have about twenty that I wrote on vacation, most of which are part of a series that I'll put up in a few months. I still need to perfect it. So, there's something to look forward to if you're a fan of my work. Well, here's the first of many stories I have lined up for you… enjoy

-Myelle.

Olivia looked out her front window for what must have been the thousandth time that night. It was approximately four in the morning. She relied on caffeine pills and coffee to keep her awake.

Although she knew it was nearly impossible, she watched as Peter paced outside her house. He had appeared and re-appeared for hours now, even though the real Peter was at the lab, working late.

This strange sight reminded her, though she'd rather not remember, about John. John was dead and she had loved him, two things that the two men didn't have in common. She didn't love Peter, though she cared about him and she knew, or thought she did that Peter was safe at the lab, or even back at his apartment.

Considering the time, she guessed he was asleep now anyways.

But the man outside looked so much like him, except he had a scar on the right side of his face, as Nick Lane did.

Olivia took one more glance out the window before deciding to go talk to Peter, or whoever this was.

"Hey!" She called to him, once she was outside. "Peter?"

He didn't answer.

Olivia rushed back into her apartment to call the apartment. Walter answered and she asked if Peter was there. When Walter said no, her heart sped up and she began to worry for Peter, wherever he was. The only other place she could call was the lab.

She quickly dialed his cell and waited for an answer.

"Hello?" he said.

"Peter, hi, it's Olivia."

"I know…are you o-"

"Don't even ask." She said quickly, cutting him off.

"Okay, I was just worried, that's all. Well, how are you, then?"

"Fine. Uh, are you okay?"

"How come I can't ever worry about you when you go missing or abducted or anything but you're allowed to worry about me?"

"That's not important. Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

"What are you doing right now?"

"Honestly?"

"Honestly."

"Honestly…I'm looking out my window, waiting for you to appear again because I know I'm not crazy."

Peter was silent before saying, with determination. "This is bullshit that I'm not allowed to worry about you, I'm coming over. If you're not there when I get there, I'm sending out a search. Don't try anything funny."

Okay, hope you enjoyed the first chapter. I still have no ending for this one so if you'd like to help me out, send me a message and I'll send you the basic plot so you can help me write an ending. Thanks in advance for those who'd like to help.

-Myelle

P.S.-expect a new chapter tomorrow!