A/N: This is my first venture into Fringe, but I hope you will enjoy this short story!
TRUST
"Okey..." I say to myself as she is out of the door by now. I look down at my hands that are clasped tightly and shake my head. I feel heavy with sadness seeping into my bones and can't seem to move from where I'm sitting. I really should have gone after her, but there is nothing else for me to do now than sit here and think.
Things had been good lately between us, but since Olivia's return from the Other Side and her accident, she has been withdrawing and clearly she hasn't been coping well. I tried to be there for her, but she didn't seem to trust me any more.
First she goes to this Bowling Alley and opens up to this Sam Weiss guy and even that I wouldn't know if I hadn't been keeping an eye on her to make sure that she got home ok, ready to intervene if needed. Her driving still hadn't been too good at that point. Then she never mentioned the guy or what they had been talking about.
Secondly, after shooting Charlie she talks to Broyles of all people! Not a whisper to me, even though she was and still is clearly upset.
That hurt and it hurt badly. I know I don't have the best of reputations, but I thought we were friends. I thought we were in that grey area in between friends and lovers. And I cherished it. I didn't want to make a wrong move and cause Olivia to pull away from that comfortable balance, but she had. Even without me putting my foot in my mouth. I haven't really slept since that night in the hospital when I thought that she was gone. My nightmares have returned with full force and making up for all the 11 years of missing me.
I feel so confused and worried, not that I would ever tell anyone. The shady conman Peter Bishop is always in control, yeah right... I have become so attached to her, I have never felt anything like this. Somehow she has managed to get under my skin and past my defences and without her even knowing it, I'm defenceless. I will give her anything she wants, anything she needs. If she will only ask. I don't want to push her away as I know her trust issues and her need for personal space.
But no. She won't talk to me, she won't trust me. The moment something slips through her lips, just like now, she runs. She runs fast and far and she won't let me catch her.
So I sit here. Staring at my hands that I wish I could run through her hair and comfort her like once before. I ache to be trusted by the one person in the world, whose opinion matters to me. And that one person will not trust me. It hurts so badly that I'm surprised that I'm not bleeding on the floor.
Here alone, I can let my mask slip. I let my head fall down closing my eyes, trying to prevent the tears from falling, but I should know that for once, there is no stopping it. It seems that Olivia Dunham is the only person on this Earth that can make Peter Bishop weep.
