A/N: This short oneshot just popped into my head, thought to share
The aftermath
Peter stood at the end of the grave, clenching his fists at his sides, looking down at the two headstones. He finally let all the myriad of emotions loose and didn't mind the cacophony, but some emotions detached themselves and became heavy, surrounding him, threatening to take him down with them once they descended back to the maelstrom. Grief, anger, betrayal, love, all twisted, not one to be picked apart as otherwise the whole tapestry would unravel.
His was a lonely figure amongst the graves, some fresh, but mostly old. His black coat fought the hurricane winds for dominance, flapping around his feet, exposing the gun strapped to his thigh above a hastily bandaged wound, which was slowly seeping with blood. He stood there head bowed, fists clenched, but still a figure radiating menace, causing others to stay clear, if there were any others left to speak of… There was only one other person present, staying a respectful distance away, forever vigilant, forever the protector.
The winds picked up speed, causing Peter to take a step to stay upright. He lifted his eyes to the darkening sky, which was a battleground for dark clouds, lightning and eerie flashing blue light. He could smell the smoke and fires raging behind them, obliterating the world in its path. He knew it was time to go, but he wanted to have a few more minutes alone with them, as soon the chance would be gone forever.
His companion had come forward to settle a hand on his shoulder and said, "It's time".
Peter reluctantly agreed. He looked down at his own grave with feeling of betrayal and regret, but hastily shifted his eyes to the right. He was filled with bitter sweet memories, love and grief when he looked down at the name of Olivia Dunham.
With a final whispered goodbye and a gentle touch of the headstone, Peter turned around and faced his companion, who had viewed the scene with understanding, grief and anger. Together they speedily retreated to a waiting car to drive away to Raden Lake before the final portal closed in the shadow of destruction of this reality.
After a fierce battle between the realities, badly damaged and with casualties mounting on both sides, only one survived and it wasn't the one they presently occupied. Peter sat in the car, feeling finally blessedly numb from all the horrors he had seen and encountered. Now he was finally returning to his origins, empty, all ties severed to this dying universe with the death of Olivia and Walter.
A hand gently took his and held on to it. Peter lifted his tired eyes and looked deeply into the eyes of his companion. Olivia Dunham of the alterverse looked back at him and a ghost of a sad smile flitted across her features.
Battle weary Peter looked at this Olivia with her still shockingly different short blond hair and a scarred face, but revelled in the familiar feel of her touch. He closed his eyes and gave himself the permission to pretend for a little while longer.
The end