A/n: I love the show fringe and saw the perfect opportunity for a story from the episode "Ability" this is set after Liv "diffuses" the bomb, they may be ooc and it does contain fluff/ implied sexual situations ,but nothing graphic, this is my first attempt at fringe fanfiction,I wrote this when the episode first premiered but, wasn't able to publish it till now, because of other writing engagements, it is a fairly short story about three or four chapters,enjoy.

Ability To Love Again

Summary : While out having drinks, Olivia asks Peter why he came back , when she had to diffuse the bomb with her mind. And they eventually admit and give in to their feelings for each other.

Chapter one: Drinks and Explanations

"Two Samuel Adam's please." Olivia said to the bartender. She handed him a twenty then rejoined Peter at the table they were sitting out.

"Thanks." He said when she handed him a beer.

There was a brief awkward silence as the both just sat there taking sips from their beers, neither looking at each other, both thinking about the case they had been investigating only two hours prior. Olivia kept thinking about that bomb, she was still fighting the inner conflict of if she believed that she had stopped the bomb with her mind, or if it had just been set to turn off at the end of the countdown. She thought about what would happen if the bomb had went off, not only would she be dead, Peter would be too. For some reason he had come back.

"Peter.." Olivia suddenly said to the younger Bishop.

"Yeah, Liv." Peter said turning to look at her.

"Can I ask you something?" Olivia said.

"Yeah, whats up?" Peter asked .

"Why'd you come back?" Olivia asked.

"What do you mean?" Peter asked .

"Earlier , with the light bomb, you left , but then you came back." Olivia explained.

"I dunno Liv, we've seen a lot of crazy things in the past few months, I figured anything could happen, even if it seems insane." Peter said.

"Yeah, we have." Olivia said taking a swig from her beer. They continued to drink in silence, neither saying a word until Peter spoke breaking the silence.

"Seriously though, I couldn't just leave you there , no matter how crazy it sounded, I couldn't forgive myself if I left and something happened ." Peter said.

"Thanks for the concern." Olivia said flashing him a small smile.

"Your welcome, I still think it was crazy, but, you, me, and Walter, we're a team, and teams stick together." Peter said.

"Yes sir, coach." Olivia said lightly laughing.

"Hey, I was being serious." Peter said feigning hurt.

"I know. It's getting late, I should get home." Olivia said grabbing her purse.

"I'll walk you." Peter said getting up too.

"Ok." Olivia said.

"Let me check on Walter, then we'll go." Peter said calling his father at the hotel.

"Walter pick up , its Peter." Peter said when the answering machine picked up.

"Peter, are you still out with Olivia." Walter asked casually.

"Yeah, I'm walking her home, then I'll be heading back to the hotel." Peter said.

"Oh, then, uh I wont need to wait up then." Walter said in a eyebrows raised tone.

"Whats that supposed to mean?" Peter asked noting his father's tone, but the older Bishop had already hung up the phone.

"Everything ok?" Olivia asked noting the annoyed expression on Peter's face.

"Yeah, just Walter being Walter." Peter said.

They left the bar and walked down the street,both staying silent . They reached Olivia's building and walked up the stairs, stopping in front of the door of her apartment.

"Goodnight Liv." Peter said preparing to walk away.

"Peter.." Liv said calling him back.

"Yeah..." Peter said.

"I'm glad you came back,there was a part of me that thought it was completely insane too, and a part that was a little scared.." Olivia said opening up.

"Scared of what?" Peter asked seeing the conflict in her facial expressions.

"That I was wrong, and would be killing us both, but a part of me was glad I wasn't alone, I'm sorry, know that sounds selfish." Olivia said looking away.

"No, it doesn't, look at me Liv, I don't regret coming back, I'd regret it more, if chose not to come back." Peter said gently touching her face.

"Why is that?" Olivia said looking into his eyes as she tried to hide all the emotions swimming in her head, because of his touch.

"Because...I..I care about you ,Liv, I care what happens to you." Peter said removing his hand from her face and running it through his hair.

"I care about you too..." Olivia said missing the warmth from his hand on her face.

"You do..." Peter said not sure what to say.

"Yeah, goodnight Peter." Olivia said kissing him on the cheek and flashing him a smile.

"Goodnight Liv." Peter said feeling himself starting to blush. He watched her enter her apartment then turned and made his way toward the stairs.

He caught a cab and made it back to the hotel fifteen minutes later. He unlocked the door and was startled by Walter who was sitting on the couch starring blankly as if in his own little world.

"Walter, what are you still doing up, why aren't you in bed?" Peter asked locking the door and walking over to his father.

"Oh, Peter, I wasn't expecting you." Walter said just noticing that his son had entered the room.

"I told you I'd be coming home soon." Peter said kicking off his shoes.

"Yes, yes you did, I assumed you would be spending a longer time with Olivia." Walter said in that tone of his.

"Well, I wasn't, it's been a long day, go to bed so I can sleep." Peter said.

"Right, it is pretty late." Walter said getting up and heading toward the bedroom.

"Goodnight,Peter." Walter said as he walked away.

"Goodnight, Walter." Peter said in the tone he always used when talking to his father.

Peter pulled his cover over his legs, sighing as he leaned back into the couch. He couldn't help but, to keep replaying his conversation with Olivia.

A/n: So that's the first chapter,I've got the story already written so I'll be posting a chapter a week. Like I said before this is my first attempt at fringe fanfiction, I love the show and I can't wait for the new episodes to air, a review/constructive criticism , suggestions or ideas, would be greatly appreciated , but please no flames, they hurt more than help a writer, I wouldn't flame you, so please don't flame me.

- Pessi Rom