A/N: Fringe is the best show EVER. Mila agrees. So there. It's official. That means this is the first of many. I was inspired as I was half-asleep in the passenger seat on the way home from vacation. It's amazing how many ideas I get when I'm not awake. Anyway, this is sweet and fluffy. Because, who doesn't love Peter/Liv fluff? Losers, that's who. So don't be a loser, read and review!
Peter loaded his and Olivia's stuff in the SUV. She came up behind him. "You don't have to go. I can drive myself."
He smiled. "I know." He shut the trunk and walked around to the front, opening the passenger door for her. "It's a long ride, so you might want to lay back and sleep."
And sleep she did. She looked beautiful, her long, blonde hair laid out everywhere.
She looked comfortable, for once, wearing a tank top and shorts, instead of being all dressed up. Peaceful, in a rare moment when she wasn't thinking about the Pattern or whoever she had to talk to next.
A faint smile crossed her lips, and Peter took that to mean she was having a pleasant dream. Good for her. He knew she usually didn't have those, or enough sleep for that matter. Peter knew she needed it. He worried about her.
They were about an hour away from their destination, when he realized she had never stirred. He pulled over at a gas station to fill up the SUV's tank. As he turned to car off, he gently rubbed her leg.
She opened her brown eyes sleepily, and stretched.
"Good morning, beautiful," he said.
She laughed quietly and looked around, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "Do you want me to drive?" She asked with a yawn.
He shook his head. "We're almost there. Just wanted to check on you. You never moved. And I was making sure you didn't want to go to the bathroom, or stretch your legs."
"I'll get some sodas," she said. "My treat."
She came back with the sodas, and they drove off. She still laid down, but didn't sleep. They didn't do much talking either, just looked at each other a lot.
About an hour later, they came to the hotel where Broyles had booked them rooms. At the front desk, Olivia gave their names.
"I'm Agent Olivia Dunham, and this is Peter Bishop. Agent Phillip Broyles booked for us."
"Yes, yes" the man said, handing them each a card key. "Your room is 1212."
"Wait, room?" Peter asked. "As in the singular?"
"One room, two Queen-sized beds," the man said, looking flustered. "Is that going to be a problem?"
Peter looked at Olivia for an answer. He didn't have a problem.
"It shouldn't be," she said evenly. Apparently, neither did she.
Late that night, Peter awoke to the sound of what he thought was crying. "Livy?" He whispered.
"Did I wake you up?" She sniffed.
He slowly moved to her bed, sitting next to her. "Livy, what's wrong?"
She sat up, wiping tears away, and feeling embarrassed. "It's just, I…I had a dream about John. And I'm so afraid I'll get hurt if I-" She cut herself off quietly, and looked down.
"What are you afraid of?" He asked gently. When she didn't answer, he took her chin in his hand, making her look him in the eyes. "Olivia. Tell me."
"Letting myself fall in love with you."
In response to this, he pressed his lips to hers. "I won't hurt you, Livy. I love you."
She leaned her head on his shoulder. "I love you too."
He kissed her again.
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