OConnellAboo and I have been writing buddies ever since our first Fringe fanfic. After watching 'Everything In Its Place", we were inspired to write something together, uniting all our favorite moments from the episode and creating a few of our own.

As much fun as it is to beta her excellent Fringe stories, writing with her is even better! We hope you have as much fun with "Grazing Day" as we've had. Enjoy!

"Oh, dear."`

Peter Bishop turned his head in the direction of the stall where Walter stood examining Gene the cow. "What's wrong, Walter?"

"It's Gene," Walter said sadly as Peter rose from his seat at one of the lab tables and approached the stall. "She's not eating."

Peter eyed the bucket in Walter's hand suspiciously. "Well, have you been pulverizing Red Vines in the blender and giving them to her again?"

"Certainly not!" Walter said indignantly. "I learned my lesson."

"Yeah, bright red cow patties all over the place would do that." Peter stepped in front of Gene. "Hey, girl, what's the deal, huh?" He rubbed Gene's favorite spot on her forehead; the cow nudged Peter's hand as he scratched her coat. Looking into the cow's huge brown eyes, Peter shook his head and chuckled.

"What? What's so funny?" Walter asked.

"I can't believe I'm saying this," Peter said, his smile fading a bit. "But she looks… sad."

"I thought so, too," Walter said sympathetically. "She's quite literally sad. S-A-D. Son, I think she has Seasonal Affective Disorder."

"Seriously?"

"Of course! That explains everything. She's cooped up in here all day and night, no fresh air, no sunshine… what a perfectly horrid way to live. Living things need sunlight and Vitamin D! She needs to get outside." Walter cast a glance at Peter, who was smiling fondly at him. He bathed in the light of that smile for a moment, then said, "What?"

"You," Peter said warmly. "Look at you, talking about sunlight and fresh air. Not that long ago, you were perfectly content to hole up in here like a hermit."

Sheepishly, Walter shrugged. "Well… a lot of things have changed." I have you now, he thought to himself.

"They have indeed," Peter agreed.

Walter cocked his head and examined Peter's face. "How are you?"

"Huh? Me? I'm fine, Walter. Why?"

"You've been through quite a lot these last few months. I mean, it really hasn't been that long since that horrible day you stepped into the Machine, and… "

"Whoa, wait a minute. What did you just say?" Did Walter just mention the Machine? Peter's heart raced. If Olivia could regain her memories, was it possible…

"Sorry? What did I just say about what?" Walter said, befuddled. "I just said you've had a difficult few months. Peter, I think you need a little time out in the sunshine, too."

At that moment, Olivia breezed into the lab. "Time outside in the sun? Sounds good to me."

"Oh! Olivia!" Walter bubbled. "What a delightful idea! Gene is experiencing some seasonal depression, and Peter and I thought we might take her out for a little field trip. Would you like to come as well?" He nudged Peter in the ribs with an elbow. "Could be rather romaaaaaaantic."

"Walter!" Peter hissed scoldingly.

Olivia laughed fondly. "It does sound lovely. I'm actually caught up on my paperwork. Broyles even said I should take the rest of the day. So, what's the plan?"

"Well… " Walter pondered. "There's a specific field Gene is especially fond of."

"That empty parcel of land just north of Chase Hill Farms out in Warwick?" Peter jumped in.

"The very one!" Walter concurred. "How about it?"

Olivia's brow wrinkled. "All the way out to Warwick?"

"Sure, why not? It's less than two hours' drive. And the way you drive, we could get there in an hour and change," Peter joked.

"Ha-ha," Olivia said drolly. "I only drive fast when I'm chasing a suspect."

"Or when you think the pizzeria's going to be closed by the time we get there," Peter added teasingly. "Come on, Liv, whaddya say? I'll call Damiano's and have them put a picnic basket together with some antipasto and stuff. We can pick it up on our way out there."

"Oh! I love antipasto!" Walter exclaimed. "Especially… oh." His face fell.

"What's wrong?" Olivia asked.

"We have no way to transport her," Walter said sadly.

"Can't we call Broyles and get some kind of animal trailer or something?" Peter responded.

Olivia snorted. "No way he'll okay that expense. Getting the cow was like pulling teeth."

Peter absentmindedly scratched Gene's ear. "Hm," he mused.

"I know that look," Olivia said suspiciously. "What are you thinking?"

"Nothing," Peter said dismissively. "Well, nothing you have to worry about. But I think I know where we can get something so Gene can travel in style. Be right back."

"But how – "

"Don't worry about it, I got this. But I think you'll be a lot more comfortable in a pair of jeans. We've got time, so go get changed." Peter patted Gene's head, grabbed his cell phone off the table and rushed out into the hall.

"He makes me nervous when he does that," Olivia commented.

"Yes," Walter said, grinning. "Isn't it marvelous?"

ooo

Peter stood outside the Kresge building as he dialed the number on his cell phone. At the sound of the receptionist's crisp voice, he said, "Hello, Peter Bishop for Nina Sharp, please. Thank you."

He listened to the music on hold – Vivaldi's Danza Pastorale, if Peter wasn't mistaken – until he heard another voice answer. "Nina Sharp."

"Ms Sharp, it's Peter Bishop."

"Yes, Mr. Bishop, what do you want?" There was definitely a chill in Nina's voice.

"I know this is going to seem strange, but I have a favor to ask you."

"Oh, really? You want something from me? Haven't you taken enough already?" Nina said icily. She was not going to make this easy.

Peter sighed. "I have an opportunity to get Walter out of the lab and Olivia away from work for a few hours, but I need your help to make it happen."

"Go on." Did he detect a slight softening in her tone once he mentioned Olivia's name?

"In my experience, you are quite an equestrian." He waited for comment, but none came. "Olivia tells me you taught her to ride and it was a pastime you both enjoyed."

"Oh, she still remembers? I'm astonished. You haven't brainwashed her completely?"

"Ms. Sharp, I assure you – "

"You can't assure me of anything, Mr. Bishop. Vast periods of her life are just… just vanishing, as if they never happened, and they're being replaced by things that couldn't POSSIBLY have happened." Nina was starting to sound a little shrill, and Peter was beginning to re-think his strategy.

Peter took a deep breath and closed his eyes, summoning the persuasive charms of his con-man days

"Ms. Sharp, we both want the best for Olivia. Truly… I have an opportunity to get her out of the office, out of the city, away from everything for the day – I just need one small favor from you."

He paused, but there was nothing but silence.

"Walter wants to take Gene – that's his cow…"

"I know who Gene is," Nina interjected.

Jesus, lady, gimme a break, Peter thought, but swallowed his irritation. "Right. Sorry. He wants to take Gene out to graze today." He wasn't sure, but he thought he heard a snort of laughter. "Olivia says you have a couple of horse trailers that you've used in the past, and I was wondering if we might borrow one?"

Nina gave an exaggerated sigh. "Alright. On one condition."

"Name it."

"Really? Don't you want to hear what it is first?" Nina asked, surprised by his immediate agreement.

"No. Doesn't matter – I really want to make this happen, so whatever you want, it's yours. I'll do whatever I can."

"Hm," Nina grunted softly in surprise. Peter grinned, knowing that he'd won the battle.

"I'm sending an album of photos taken when Olive was riding, some of her events, pictures of us. Get her to tell you about them. Help her remember who she is."

"Of course, Ms. Sharp, I can do that. I'd like to think that Olivia can retain the best memories of both lives."

"Fine. I'll have a carrier at Harvard in a couple of hours."

"Thank you, Ms. Sharp. Always a pleasure talking with you."

He was about to disconnect the call when he heard Nina's voice again. "Oh, and Mr. Bishop?"

"Yes?"

"I don't like you. I don't trust you. I think you have only one person's best interest at heart, and that's your own."

Peter shrugged. "Well, I suppose that's been true in the past. But in this particular instance, my best interest is making Olivia happy, even if it's just for a day. So, you have nothing to worry about."

"You're dangerous, Mr. Bishop," Nina retorted. "Hear me well… if you cause Olive any pain, or put her in any kind of danger at all, there won't be a place in this universe or any other for you to hide. Do I make myself clear?"

"Crystal. I promise you, all I want is for Olivia to be safe, and happy. You don't know the lengths I'd go to for that. Thanks for your help." He disconnected the call, but this time, he was sure he heard a snort of disbelief as he did.