AN: I don't own the show… but here is a short story I put together, this is my first Fringe fan fiction… hope you enjoy it… doesn't really fall anywhere in the season…I was on a 24 hour post and this passed the time…keep in mind more then half of it was done at 2 or 3 in the morning after being awake for twenty some odd hours…sleep is all I could think about.

Enjoy…

The ringing of his phone was what woke him in the early hours of the morning. He sighed and rolled over tucking his head under his pillow. He was so tired and just wanted to sleep. A new case was the last thing he wanted to deal with at 3 in the morning. When the ringing didn't stop he gave up and reached for the phone.

A glance at the caller ID told him it was Agent Olivia Dunham. Any other time he would love a chance to talk to her but these early morning wake up calls were starting to get to him.

Walter didn't exactly go to bed at a decent hour. It was always a formula for something that would keep them both awake.

"Please tell me we don't have a case." He spoke into his phone as a sort of greeting.

"Peter?" she questioned. "Peter, please." She cried into the phone. He sat up the minute she spoke. He'd never heard so much fear in her voice.

"Olivia, Olivia what's wrong? What happened? are you okay?" He didn't give her much time to answer in between questions.

"Please Peter, please help me." She begged. He wasted no time, pulling a shirt over his head he grabbed his shoes, jacket, keys and ran out of the room.

"Peter?"

"I'm right here Olivia I'm coming to you. Are you at you apartment?" After a pause she responded with an uncertain yes.

"Peter please hurry, I don't want him to come back." Her breathing was erratic and this scared him. So many awful thoughts ran through his head at that moment.

"Who's coming back Olivia?" He asked, not knowing anyone or anything for that matter she was afraid of.

"Are you close?" She asked her voice muffled.

"I'm almost there Olivia, hold on for me…can you do that?" he was getting really worried. The Olivia Dunham he knew was strong and independent not this vulnerable person who's voice he hardly recognized.

"Yeah" she said softly.

"Can you unlock the door for me?" He asked parking the car.

"No, no I can't he'll get me, please Peter don't let him get me." At this point Peter was skipping steps making his way to her apartment as fast as his feet would allow.

Making his way to her door he heard muffled noise from inside. He was quick to pick the lock and enter her apartment. He continued to speak into the phone as he made his way through her apartment. Once he was sure the rest of the place was clear he made his way to the last room in the apartment. Her bedroom.

His hand on the door handle he heard her once again. "Peter, Peter please hurry." Cautiously stepping into the room expecting the worst, instead he found Olivia curled up in her bed phone clenched to her ear. The room was empty except for her, a quick look into the master bathroom told him they were alone. "Olivia" he said moving towards her. Only inches from her bed, he noticed her eyes were shut. Her brow wrinkled. She was covered in sweat.

Hanging up his phone and placing it back in his pocket, he reached a hesitant hand towards her. "Peter, Peter where are you? He's here Peter, he's going to get me" she spoke into the phone frantically pressing it further to her ear as tears rolled down her cheeks.

"I'm right here Olivia, right here." His hand reached her shoulder, hoping the contact would calm her, instead it did the opposite. "Peter, help me, Peter" her cries now louder as she tossed and turned.

"Olivia, OLIVIA" he raised his voice shaking her a bit. She continued to struggle against him. Her efforts to get away from him failed as he held onto her tighter. "Olivia, Olivia you need to wake up, it's just a dream sweetheart, it's just a dream." He repeated.

The pounding on his chest slowed then stopped all together. Her eyes slightly open she looked around the room fearfully. Once she was sure the room was empty except for the two of them, her gaze returned to Peter confused.

Before either could say anything she shivered. It wasn't until then he realized she was completely soaked. "Let's get you in some dry clothes. Do you want to hop into the shower while I change these sheets?" She didn't respond, her eyes darting across the room.

Whatever dream she was having must have really scared her. He reached a hand to her face tucking some loose strands of hair behind her ear. "Liv you're burning up. Have you been feeling alright?" Knowing her, she had probably been feeling sick for days but said nothing.

He moved away from her slightly only she would not release her hold on him. "Peter" she began fear evident in her voice. "Let's get you into the shower, you'll feel better." She nodded as he helped her up and out of her bed. Walking into her bathroom he sat her down on the toilet seat as he started the shower. Opening the closet in the bathroom he found her towels, hanging on the back of the door was a robe. Perfect he thought, this would make things much easier.

He checked the warmth of the water one last time before turning to her. "I'll be right outside if you need anything." She nodded as Peter made his way to the door.

"Do you want me to leave the door cracked?" he asked when she didn't move. After receiving a nod from her he stepped out in search of linen for her bed.

Finding them in the hallway closet he made his way back to the room and quickly changed the sheets on the bed. He knocked softly on the bathroom door so not to startle her.

"Olivia, are you alright? Do you need anything?"

"Almost done." She responded, sure enough she came out minutes later in her bathrobe, her hair up in a messy ponytail.

"How about we get you back to bed, then I'll get you some medicine for that fever of yours?" He was hoping she'd return the smile but received nothing. He walked over to her bed pulling her covers back.

"No." she said suddenly. "I don't want to go back to bed."

"Olivia you need to rest and bring that fever down." He told her reaching a hand to her.

"No, please Peter I can't, I can't" The fear he had seen earlier had come back worse then before.

"Alright Olivia" he sighed, seeing her like this scared him and if staying up made her happy then that's what he would do.

She began to panic when he reached for the covers again. He picked up the whole comforter and headed for the door. He paused when she didn't fallow. "You coming?"

She nodded the fear subsiding. "Let me put something on." With a nod he made his way into her living room. He placed the comforter on the couch. Passing by the coffee table he spotted the cause of her nightmare. A card. Not just any card though. The card she received from her step-father every year on her birthday. He picked it up taking it with him to the kitchen. He knew her birthday was coming up, but it wasn't for another several weeks. Why had she received the card early?

She walked into the living room dressed in red flannel pajama bottoms, and a black tank top. She glanced at the coffee table, when she found it empty she sighed in relief taking a seat on the couch. Peter walked in with a glass of water and two pills. Handing both the water and medicine to her Peter took a seat on the edge of the couch.

"Thanks" she smiled handing the glass back to him. "No problem." He placed the glass on the table. He reached for the blanket covering her and sat at one end of the couch.

"You want to talk about it?" He already knew the answer but tried anyways.

"Not tonight." She shook her head. Peter turned the television on flipping through aimlessly. He could tell she was tired but was fighting sleep. "Come here" he told her placing a pillow on his lap. She thought about it for a quick second before she laid down on the couch her head in his lap. Placing a hand in her hair he began playing with it.

"Get some rest Liv, I'll be right here and we can talk tomorrow okay?" When she didn't respond he looked down to find she had already fallen asleep. He relaxed into the couch.

Whatever comes tomorrow they would deal with it together.

The End…

AN: I hope you all enjoyed it. Review please…