Hello my fellow Fringe fans! Enjoying the new Season? I know I am! This little story came into being…well, I don't really know how. It just popped in my head one day and voila a fic was born.

So this takes place after the whole Jones incident, so none of the crossing over happened and the switch as well.

I don't own Fringe…if I did I would share, I promise!

I guess we can rate this as M, because anyone familiar with my stories knows how smutty they can get. So to be on the safe side and not ruffle any feathers…

A/N: Italics mean inner thoughts.

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The dictionary definition of unrequited love is love that is not openly reciprocated or understood as such, even though reciprocation is usually deeply desired. The beloved may or may not be aware of the admirer's deep affections. In other words, Peter and Olivia are these two people who are completely oblivious to each other's affection. They are the walking, talking, whiskey drinking epitome of unrequited love.

Peter fell in love with Olivia, the night she diffused that light bomb, the thought of losing her was unbearable. He knew it and he felt it, he felt it in his gut and most importantly his heart, that feeling of absolute happiness. It was bittersweet, though, as Peter knew in that genius brain of his that Olivia only saw him as her 'partner' and friend, nothing more. Peter had spent many sleepless nights wondering what it would be like if she did feel the same, if she did love him as much as he loves her.

He knew that she had lost John about a year ago and was still struggling with it, especially after seeing an old flame, Lucas Vogel, in Germany a few months ago. The sting of that still fresh in both their minds. Peter would have to just be content with working with her side by side solving the unspeakable crimes that get thrown their way.

Olivia did feel the same way about Peter, only she wouldn't admit it to him. She barely admitted it to herself. She always held things close to the vest and after John's betrayal; she'd sooner spend the rest of her life alone then go through that pain again. She often thought that she wasn't good enough for such a worldly guy like Peter. He has seen and done it all…he could have any woman in the world, why would he want damaged goods like her? She finally made the decision that it is better to have unrequited love for him and remain partners and friends, then have her heart shattered again. As much as she is still and probably will always be affected and deeply wounded by John and his actions, losing Peter would surely kill her…literally.

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"Dunham" Olivia said as she answered her mobile walking out of her office and into the main part of the lab.

"Peter, could you hand me, the spectroscope" Walter asked.

"Sure Walter, where is it?" Peter asked looking around for it.

"If I knew that would I ask you? Think Peter, use that big brain of yours," Walter scolded his son.

"What's gotten into you, Walter, run out of Brown Betty?" Peter quipped back at his father.

"Actually, his favorite doughnut shop stopped making those fritters he adores and he's a little upset by it," Astrid answered, handing him the equipment.

"Come on Charlie, don't do this to me! Can't you take some antibiotics or something…how bad could it be…bedridden? Really? Shit…sorry. No, it's okay, I'll just find someone else to go with me…feel better and keep me posted." Olivia said with an exasperated tone.

"Problem?" Peter asked.

"Uh, yeah, Charlie has pneumonia and can't go to Rachel's wedding with me," Olivia informed him with a defeated tone in her voice.

Peter inwardly jumped for joy, as much as it sucked that Charlie was sick, this was his opportunity to seize. He knew that Olivia was not only going to the wedding, but was in the wedding. Peter knew that even if she would be busy helping Rachel get prepared for the wedding, just being able to spend time with her alone is enough for him. Besides, it is an opportunity to see Rachel and Ella, the other Dunham woman in his life. Ella has always reminded Peter of what his daughter with Olivia would be like and that made him smile.

Olivia bit her lip as she made her way back to her office, Peter following behind her. She sat down and pulled open a desk drawer and fished out her 'little black book" as she jokingly called it. She was determined to find a replacement for Charlie, even if she had to stoop to ask the slimiest man she knew. Ignoring Peter's presence in the office she started flipping through her book, sighing at some of the names on the weathered pages.

"You know, I could go with you," Peter volunteered with a smirk on his face.

Olivia looked up at him, over her glasses "What?" she asked as if she didn't hear him.

"I could go with you to Rachel's wedding. It will be an excuse to get away from the lab. Don't get me wrong Walter is fine, it's just I haven't had a decent night's sleep in god knows when. Besides it will be another excuse to see Rachel and Ella. If Walter subjects me to one more of his wacky experiments," Peter confessed with frustration in his tone.

"Peter, I don't think it's a good idea, I mean what about Walter? You can't just leave him for a week unattended. I appreciate the offer, but I can find someone to go with," Olivia protested.

"It's about time Walter start being more independent, besides I bet I can get Astrid to watch him and Nina owes me a few favors as well. I can get her to maybe have him stay in New York at one of Massive Dynamics apartments. Come on, Livia, it'll be fun!" Peter coaxed hoping it will change her mind.

"Can I think about it?" Olivia asked as she put her book away.

"Sure, just call me when you reach your verdict," Peter said with a hopeful smile on his face.

Peter turned on his heels and sauntered out of Olivia's office, showing off his nice ass in those jeans he always wears. Flaunting that gorgeous ass, huh Bishop…damn…Olivia thought as she watched him go. Her brain was trying to process what a Walter-free week would be like with Peter. What it would be like to have him virtually all to herself, to have him there with her during a stressful time? She knew he had the uncanny ability to calm her, to level her back to her perfect equilibrium.

Would it really be so bad having Peter with me? Rachel and Ella both adore him and he does look good dressed up. You have to live Dunham, take a chance, he's nothing like John. With that statement she knew it was true. He was nothing like John, he was different in every way from John. Olivia knew in her heart of hearts that Peter was a better man; a criminal, nomad and genius…but a better man nonetheless.

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Peter sat on the couch in the living room and ate the remainder of the ice cream while he watched Casablanca. He had seen that movie at least a thousand times, but it never got old for him. Walter had long since passed out from one of the concoctions he so lovingly prepared for himself. Peter enjoyed the down time for now, knowing that Walter would awake n a few hours singing at the top of his lungs a Violet Sedan Chair song.

As Peter relaxed with the movie and his delicious treat he anxiously awaited the phone call that would unknowingly change his life…for the better. Just as he was about two spoonfuls away from finishing his chocolaty treat his cell phone buzzed on the coffee table. Looking at the caller id, he beamed, it was the call he was waiting for.

"So Dunham, did you make your decision?" he asked with a hint or sarcasm in his voice.

"Fine, you can come with me, Bishop," Olivia said surrendering but secretly happy.

Peter did a silent victory cheer to himself and answered her calmly "Don't sound so enthusiastic there Dunham," as he added a dance to his display of victory.

"I'm sorry, Peter, it's just don't expect this to be a pleasant trip. I will be busy helping Rachel with the wedding, looking after Ella and anything else that the maid of honor is supposed to do. I will be recruiting you to help me, so no excuse in the world will get you off the hook," she warned him as she began pack her suitcase.

"Oh don't worry I plan on doing whatever the Dunham girls tell me to do. I am at your willing slave and at your command," Peter said as he realized his slip. He said your instead of their, meaning Rachel and Ella. He was hoping that Olivia didn't hear that little faux pas in his speech.

"You'd better call Astrid and tell her the bad news," Olivia informed with a chuckle in her voice.

"I already did, she said she'd be more than happy to watch Walter for me," Peter stated returning the chuckle.

"Wait a minute, how did…nevermind, Bishop, just start packing we leave on Friday," Olivia warned him with an annoyed tone in her voice.

"Friday, got it. Oh and Dunham, be prepared for the time of your life," he instructed as he hung up the phone.

Olivia stood in the middle of her bedroom, phone still to her ear and her mouth agape. He hung up before she got a chance to make a smart comeback, and he knew it. Olivia had no choice but to finish packing, she would talk to Peter later about his statement. She just wanted to be able to make it through this week.

Olivia's mind began to run rampant again. All the thoughts that started to creep in her head regarding the statement Peter made about the time of her life. Olivia was never one to do crazy things, at least not in front of others. She was always the one that did thing in the privacy of her own apartment with the blinds down and the door locked and chained. It's not as if she was incapable of being or having fun, it's just not in her nature. Rachel was always the one doing fun and crazy things with her friends, Olivia wasn't. Olivia was always the one who had to go pick Rachel up and be sworn to secrecy not to tell mom about what happened.

Olivia wanted desperately to take the chance and let it all hang out, but she had been hurt too many times to count. Her scars refused to heal, a constant reminder of her failures. She prided herself with being the responsible, reliable one. The one with the high powered FBI job, the one who was saving the world and keeping it safe for those she loved. No, Olivia didn't have time for fun and happiness; she was too busy being the Marine she was trained to be.

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Pulling up to the Bishop house at 7:00am Friday morning, she took a deep breath and sighed. She stayed in the car a few extra minutes before she opened the door and trudged her way to the Bishop door. Reaching out and ringing the doorbell, she just hoped Walter wouldn't answer the door; she was in no mood to answer a million questions or be persuaded to watch SpongeBob.

Peter greeted her with a smile on his unshaven face, the stubble making him look very sexy. Great I haven't had my coffee yet and here he is looking so damn gorgeous, I'm not gonna make it I swear Olivia thought to herself as she brushed passed him into the house.

"Where's Walter? I thought he'd be buzzing around the house on a drug induced sugar high," she asked avoiding looking at Peter directly.

"Astrid picked him up about a half an hour ago and took him to a pancake breakfast. Speaking of which, I am starving, do you want to get breakfast?" Peter asked giddy with excitement.

"Can't, our flight leaves in two hours and besides there is breakfast on the plane. Are you ready to go?" Olivia asked sounding like a parent.

"Yes, mother, I am ready to go, I went to the bathroom and everything, so no tinkling on the way to the big airplane" Peter answered her in a smart ass tone.

"If we are going to start out like that this morning Bishop, I am going to need a serious dose of coffee, okay?" she countered with just as much attitude as he gave.

Grabbing his bags, he brushed passed her and turned to her when he got to the car "Lighten up Dunham, we will get you coffee, we both will get coffee. On one condition though," Peter said as he watched Olivia approach him and unlock the trunk.

"What's that?" she asked cautiously.

"I get to drive," he said as he took the keys from her hand, made his way to the driver's seat, got in slammed the door and fastened his seat belt. Olivia stood at the back of the car in shock from what just happened. Shaking her head she put his bags in the trunk, making sure nothing was too heavy to crush her stuff.

"Let's go Dunham, get a move on, we don't have all day, sweetheart," Peter shouted out the window as he honked the horn at her.

Olivia glared at him with flaming daggers in her eyes. Composing herself she made her way to the passenger door and got in. Peter turned to her and smirked as he started the car, screeching the tires as he peeled out of the driveway and toward the adventure of their shared lives.

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Well my friends, thus ends chapter one of my fic. Reviewing is gold and gold is precious and precious is…well you get the picture. If you could please leave a review I will love you forever! Don't forget to watch Fringe on Friday…someone makes a comeback.