Finding My Way Home

Spoilers: Season 1, Season 2, Season 3 (Mainly 3x09 Marionette).

Disclaimer: I do not own Fringe or its characters...enough said!


Six weeks passed since that night in Barrett's garden and all Olivia could think about was the pain and anger she felt. It was if suddenly all the love she had for Peter was gone the moment she saw the MIT shirt in her washer.

They had barely spoken in six weeks, maybe a comment about a case or when he translated Walter's biological and technological speak into modern day words. She noticed that Peter did however try, he did little things for her that made her remember why she fell in love with him; such as make her coffee every morning, get her favorite foods for lunches or dinners when she was in the office pouring over paperwork and try to go out of his way to already translate what Walter would say before she arrived.

It had taken six weeks but she finally cracked and all she wanted was her partner, her confidant and the man she loved back. She'd read two books on fighting infidelity, how to move past it and although they helped, it wasn't as if they taught you how to move past your partner sleeping with another version of you.


Olivia sat in her car looking at the Bishop Residence, it was Christmas Eve and although she had declined Walter's invitation to Christmas Eve dinner, she knew it would be an open invitation. Astrid was out of town with relatives and Broyles was spending the holiday with his children so it left the three of them.

Grabbing her coat, she pulled it on once out of the SUV and headed up to the porch. Ringing the doorbell, Olivia waited for the door to be answered and it was, by Peter.

"Hey..."

He smiled and opened the door, "you should get in, Weather Channel says were expecting another few inches."

"Thanks," Olivia shrugged off her coat, "I hope the invitation is still open or should I leave?"

Peter chuckled and took her coat from her hanging it up in the closet, "no its open but we finished eating an hour ago. I'll warm you some food since I know all you've had is probably some whiskey." He pointed to the living room, "Walter is trying to put an ancient train set together so if you help, he might not be talking about it all night."

"I'll see what I can do to put you out of your misery."


Olivia began helping Walter, finding why Peter became so frustrated by it as the elderly Bishop wanted it done a certain way. Eventually she just stood back and let Walter take over, opting instead to look at the ornaments that were on the tree.

She found several that were from Peter's early years as a child, although not his childhood in reality but what would have been his. One was of a eight year old's hand, the first of Peter's real childhood and it was cute. She traced the tiny clay mold and smiled.

"Not exactly blackmail material but close." She turned to see Peter with a plate of food and a glass of wine. "I thank God that I don't have my baby pictures in this world...I don't think I'd survive that."


Olivia took the plate he handed her, "thanks, it actually looks edible...who cooked?"

"I did, if you think I'd let Walter anywhere near a turkey after last year's Christmas...well I don't have to remind you what happened."

"No," she smiled and sat down, beginning to eat. Peter sat down on the floor and began to help Walter again.

"No, no, no...you do not put that there." Walter looked at Peter, "you don't start with the caboose, you start with the engine."

Peter put his hands up and stood, walking to the couch where Olivia sat. He placed a good two feet between them but got comfortable. "It doesn't have to be perfect Walter, it just needs to work."


A/N: Next Olivia gets a glimpse of Peter's room...not in THAT way but finds more about how he sees her, it confirms her need to reconcile with him.