Okay, so I'm going to level with you. This fic isn't going to be the most well written thing I've ever posted, mostly because I thrive on angst, and I decided that this time around I wanted to try something more fun.

This first chapter's just an introduction before the real fic starts.

Prologue

"I don't get it" Olivia laughed, as she followed her civilian consultant through some old winding corridors of Harvard, "First you complain to my sister that I never give you a weekend off, and when we finally don't have a case, you spend your time here anyway"

"Just because I'm not working, doesn't mean I have the weekend off" Peter grumbled, "It's worse, actually because now Walter's under my feet all day. I feel like I'm a single parent." She giggled at that, because for all his complaining she knew very well, if pressed he would admit that having his father back in his life wasn't a bad thing. And if she happened to get him a little tipsy, he would even confess that he was thankful for him.

"And anyway, you're one to talk" he continued, shooting her a sideways glance, "You're right here with me."

"You asked me to come" she reminded him, but the only answer she received this time was a shrug.

It had been a typical Sunday night in the Bishop household. Walter had banged on the bathroom door until Peter got out of the shower, apparently remembering only just this second that there may be another, perhaps more detailed copy of the ZFT manuscript hidden away in some old store room that Walter had used before St. Claire's. Of course, the manuscript could equally be missing, destroyed or very possibly not have existed in the first place, but his father was eager for Peter to go check, and to check as soon as possible. And so, one phone call and half an hour later, Olivia met Peter in Harvard's car park, smiling at his apologetic expression.

There had been no one around to ask directions, so Peter had taken upon himself to lead her down through the musty, old disused corridors, claiming to know exactly where they were going.

"I think it's in here" he said, stopping in front of a heavy looking door.

"Are you sure?" she asked, dubious. Walter had said that his manuscript was in a storeroom, but this particular room was only a little bigger than a cupboard.

"No" he admitted, "But it's definitely around here somewhere. It can't hurt to look"

Fifteen minutes later, he was regretting those words. After successfully picking the lock on the old door, the pair had stepped inside and allowed the door to swing shut behind them. It was only after they gave up looking for the document amongst all the clutter that Olivia thought to try the door again, and found that it was shut tight. Peter tried to barge his way through, but his attempts gave him little more than a bruised ego, and an even more painful shoulder. Plan number two was to call for help, but Peter's phone was flat, while Olivia's was in her car.

It was completely Peter's fault, of course but when Olivia told him so, he didn't seem to take it very well, and so she pretended that it was no big deal that they were stuck in a room that was so small they could barely move, and reminded him that tomorrow classes would resume and the building would be teeming with people. He was still, however, sat with his back against the opposite corner, a scowl firmly on his face.

"Let's look at this as an opportuinty" she said suddenly, hoping he wasn't planning on sulking for the entire 12 hours they were inevitably going to be trapped for, "I mean, we could play a game or something. Pass the time."

"A game?" Peter asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm, but she ignored him. Casting her mind back to a time not so long ago, she remembered an off hand comment he'd made to her when she'd voiced her surprise at how well he spoke Chinese, and a spark of inspiration struck.

"Yeah, we could get to know each other a bit better." A smile played on his lips at her unfortunate wording, but he didn't pass comment. Instead, he merely suggested

"How about I Never."

"That doesn't really work without liquor" she pointed out, and he nodded in acknowledgement

"Truth or dare, then?"

"No dares, Peter" she groaned, "There's nothing to do in here anyway" his raised eyebrow told her he could think of plenty to do with her in a little cramped storeroom, but he conceded

"Fine, just truth then." He paused, looking happier already, "But you have to be totally honest, and to stop things getting repetitive you can't ask a question that's already been asked."

"Okay," she agreed, despite the growing feeling that she was going to regret this, "But I want three vetoes"

"One" Peter said, firmly, and she sighed

"Fine. I'll go first"

I know it's short, but like I said, it's just an introduction. Chapter 1 is already written and will be posted on Sunday, all being well.