Disclaimer: I do not own Fringe. If I did, season three's cliffhanger wouldn't have happened. Or if it did, I'd at least not make us wait for four and a half freaking months to see what'll happen.

Pairings: Peter/Olivia & hints of Altlivia/Lincoln.

A/N: Just a little drabble that popped into my head after re-watching the season final. One of the French magazines I bought on vacation called it "the cliff-hanger of the year", which I kinda thought was an understatement ;) Olivia has to know something is wrong. (So has Fauxlivia btw, cause where did baby Henry come from otherwise...)

This is the 2nd story in my "52-weeks" project. My goal is to upload at least 52 stories (read: drabbles) between September 1th 2011 and August 31st 2012. Preferably one a week.

Missing

Something is missing.

She doesn't know quite what it is, but something just isn't right.

Which is odd, 'cause for the past couple of weeks there have been no more vortices. They have a tentative truce with the Other side and the number of Events has gone down. Apparently, the bridge is already helping.

But still she's sure there's something wrong.

It's not her appartment. She's been over it three times; nothing is missing, and everything is in its right place. But her coffee-mug looks lonely, sitting alone on the counter.

It's nothing to do with her sister or niece. She's been out to dinner with them, and everything is fine. Rachel is loving her job, and Ella is excelling at school. But it seemed there was someone missing to share those things with.

It's not her personal life. True, she hasn't really had one the past couple of years. But she has a guy or two she can call if the urge gets too great. And honestly, after John, she didn't really feel like getting emotionally involved again. Looking at the other Olivia and Lincoln however, she cannot help feeling a little jealous. And a little confused why her heart seems to be thinking someone is supposed be standing beside her too.

More importantly, as she lies alone in her bed, feeling the inexplicable urge to cry her heart out, she feels deep down that someone should be lying beside her, holding her close.

She has flashes of brown hair she likes to run her hands through, deep blue eyes she'd like to get lost in, and a grin she'd like to kiss until she has no breath left. And she can not for the heavens explain why.

Something is missing. And she doesn't know what. Something is wrong. And she doesn't know why.

TFS 15/08/11

A/N: A drabble which, for once, was not written between 2 & 3 AM ;) (Though the original idea was...)

Thanks to LastScorpion & charming-kayleigh for Beta-ing for me. Thanks guys!