TITLE: "Anyone Can See I Love You"

PAIRING: Olivia/Nick

CHARACTERS: Olivia Dunham, Nick Lane, Peter Bishop, Phillip Broyles

GENRE: Dark, Romance, Angst

RATING: NC-17

SUMMARY: What if the moment on the roof had ended differently?

CHALLENGE: Olivia banging someone who isn't Peter Bishop

WORD COUNT: 989

WARNINGS: It's all covered the genre.

SPOILERS: Episode 1.17 "Bad Dreams"

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Just something I wanted to see if I could do. Song by Marilyn Monroe

DISCLAIMER: 

Your mom


"Anyone can see I love you,

Anyone can see I care,

The way I hold your hand,

And smile in your direction,

Tells the world my heart is filled with

Nothing but affection.

Lock me in your arms forever,

That's the place I want to be,

So anyone can see,

That I belong to you,

And you belong to me"


Olivia leans on the bathroom counter, looking into the mirror over the sink. She's naked, sweaty, and sore, feeling dirty and worthless. Nick Lane is asleep in his bed, sprawled under the sheets, looking rather peaceful for someone who's been meaning to kill himself for months now. And she wonders if his negative emotions have transferred into her as she looks at the shadows under her eyes.

The sex had been intense, sickly passionate—there were times that if they stopped she was certain she was going to die. However she was now second-guessing her decision to come back here to his apartment with him, especially since the FBI had only raided it less than an hour ago.

She wishes she was dead.


His hands travel across her body, white hands over charcoal cloth. Olive arches beneath his touch, her eyes rolling back in her head. She plants her own hands on top of his, guiding them to all the places she likes to be touched. Breasts, neck, thighs, cheek…

"Olive, did you miss me, too?"

She feels like her thoughts are at the bottom of a lake and she can't find her way through the murk…

She smiles, because she missed him, too.


Olive takes him by the hand, leading him down a stairwell to avoid the elevator. Fortunately, the cops and other agents were forbidden to come into the building with her so that they couldn't become infected with Nick's emotions, so she now has full access to make a getaway with him.

She locked the stairwell door behind them to keep the infected people on the roof from following and now they're running back to a safe place, his home. She knows that Broyles has pulled the other agents out of his apartment to give full attention to the situation on the roof, as well as keeping this case underwraps as best they could. Which will definitely buy them time while they look for her.

Through a backdoor and on foot, they make their escape.


She's sat in his lap and she is making wild, feral noises while he's practically singing hymns of his love and devotion to her.

"Olive…I never stopped thinking about you."

He is happy which makes her happy which makes him happy that makes her happy which makes her—oh godyes—she has no idea if she was feeding off his pleasure or he off her, but she was getting close—

Olive falls backwards on the bed, panting and convulsing and Lane slumps on top of her, a gail mirthful laughter. But she feels like he's sucked all the happiness, all the life out of her and she wishes she were dead, that she had been the one pushed in front of the subway, the one stabbed to death, the one who fell off the roof.

Lane of course wants to cuddle with her afterwards, something that makes her skin crawl. Shit, she had had a hard enough getting used to the intimacy John liked, so this closeness is so overwhelmingly strange it makes her want to take that glass shard and slit her own throat open—


He turns around and sees her.

"Olive…I knew you'd come."

Something about the name awakens something within her, like light building within her, ready to burst.

Olive opens her arms wide and Nick runs into her tight embrace. The ordinary civilians stumbled away from the edge, hurrying to her as well, stroking her arms and nuzzling at her neck. The moment they come in contact with one another she feels a certain completeness, like her missing half has finally been found and put back into place. She realises that the six other people are reacting to the extreme love he feels for her and to test it further, she brushes her lips against the corner of his mouth, making a pleased and content noise. It is a very comforting feeling to have all these warm bodies surrounding her, wanting her to feel special.

"Come with me," she whispers in his ear, desperate to understand, to get answers.

He gives a relieved noise, something between a laugh and sob, and like foxfire, she leads him away to his doom.


Olivia stands in front of the isolated containment cell where Nick slumbers in an indefinite coma. He looks sad, tired, defeated.

She wonders when she'll be next.


"Olivia!"

Olivia is startled out of her devastated frame of mind when Peter throws his arms around her as she leaves the front steps of Lane's apartment, fully dressed, and the SWAT team swarms in to apprehend the man who trusted her.

"You're okay?" Peter asks as he holds her at arms length as he studies her.

She can't seem to form the words to tell him that she's not okay, that she'll never be okay, that she called Broyles trembling to tell him that she had apprehended the criminal while fluids ran down the inside of her legs. But she's not going to tell the Bishops or Astrid or Charlie the truth. Broyles of course knows—he always seems to know—but she can tell he's saving that information for usage on a later date.

"Fine," she gasps and breaks away from his hands, hating him so much.

Being dragged away with only a pair of grey boxer shorts on, Nick Lane screams.