I'm sure this has been done in some form, but I just had to do it. This is my first fic, so please be kind! Peter's thoughts during the bomb scene in "Ability."

Peter and Charlie stood practically shoulder to shoulder a few feet behind the wild eyed Olivia. Panicky, close to tears Olivia pleaded with Jones on the phone. Peter had never heard her this distraught before. Finally Olivia snapped the phone shut and turned around. "All right lets get these people out of here." All right, Peter thought, she's making sense now. Or at least she was, until she turned around. What the hell? "Olivia?" What was she doing? Did she have a death wish? If they stayed they were going to die. However Olivia went back to the crazy contraption. Peter wasn't having this. They argued, a quick thing, but it meant everything. It was, quite literally, life or death. Olivia won. Death. Charlie, or whatever his name was, was already gone. Safe and sound. Just they remained. Olivia turned back to that "test" or whatever, trying to focus. Peter stormed out, saying something that was totally lost on the transfixed agent. Peter was, if anything, a creature of habit. When things got tough, or scary, or even remotely dangerous, he was out of their, like a frightened rabbit. He'd always seen it as an effective survival trait. All people had either the fight or flight response. He was programmed with flight. He was always running. Always. This time he tried. He walked off, fear thrumming through him. He was too busy running to examine the fear, just to know it was there and it was making him move quickly down the hallway. He punched the elevator button, a way too normal thing to do considering the circumstances. As he paused he thought. Thought about why he was afraid. Of course he assumed it was a fear of death. Made sense given the scary bio bomb hooked to the window. And he was scared of dying. But he was even more scared of Olivia dying. Just the thought made his blood run cold. Well, colder. As he stood waiting for the elevator he realized he could never forgive himself for leaving her. Never forgive himself for letting her die a horrible death. Alone. There was a ding and the elevator arrived. Peter smiled at it and then turned around. His steps this time were slow as he walked back to the monstrosity. Olivia stood, still in front of it, staring it down as if they were in a staring contest. If they were, Peter thought, Olivia was losing. But even as he thought it, lights blinked out. Peter blinked. No way, he thought. No way. But as he stood dumbstruck more lights blinked off. Faster now as if she was building up speed. And through all this she stood, never moving, never flinching, just concentrating. Finally only one light remained lit. Peter held his breath. Then it was out. He glanced at the timer and saw as it ran out the last two seconds. She did it. He though wildly. She did it! Olivia was panicky again. Scared at what she had done, at what it meant. But Peter was just happy that they were alive. Especially happy that she was alive. He wanted to punch the air, jump up and down and do a hundred other crazy things. He settled however for an awestruck, "You did it." And that, Peter thought, seemed to sum up the entire day.