A/N: I wrote this one night when I was bored and trying to come up with something great so I might one day publish it. It turned into this. I hope you enjoy.

Peter could smell it: her scent floating on the breeze. He looked up and saw the moon up high in between the tree tops. It was a beautiful night; gorgeous, really. Autumn was quickly turning into winter. He sniffed again, taking in deep breaths of the cool night air. He grinned: Gardenia. He was getting closer.

Olivia knelt down and cupped some water into her hands. She had been walking for quite some time and was parched. The cold, clear water tasted sweet as honey. She straightened when she heard a branch snap several yards to her left.

"Peter?"

"Olivia."

She smiled in relief as Peter came splashing through the creek towards her. He really was quite a catch, she thought. She was really lucky to have found someone like him, regardless of their current circumstances. Then again she was used to it. Working in Fringe division had opened her eyes to so many weird happenings, she didn't even bat an eye anymore.

She found herself staring at him, as if trying to burn his appearance into her memory. Broad shoulders, strong jaw, bright and intelligent eyes. Dazzling smile, perfect teeth. Be still her beating heart . . .

"Olivia, I've missed you." He reached out and fondly caressed her cheek. "I've missed you so much," he whispered.

"You too."

And with that she found herself in his arms, kissing his lips with helpless abandon. She pulled back annoyed when he started to laugh.

"I'm sorry," he chuckled. "Your hair was tickling me."

"Then maybe I should cut it," she replied angrily flicking her long hair over one shoulder.

"No," he said gently as he reached out to touch it. "I've always liked your beautiful blond hair."

"How did you find me anyway?" she asked.

"Easy," Peter shrugged. "I could smell you."

"Now I smell bad?"

"Relax," he sighed. "It's not like that, and you know it. It was your shampoo. Gardenia, right?"

"Yes, but how did you . . ."

He tapped his nose. "Heightened senses, remember?"