A/N: This is just the prologue to my new story so it is very short. It somewhat follows the show up to about Marionette so it's fairly AU. I haven't been able to watch the new season yet so I'm getting my Fringe fix this way! Leave a review to let me know if I should continue or not! If there's any interest I will try to update at least once a week. I've basically got everything planned out. It's just a matter of getting everything written down now.
Unfortunately, I do not own Fringe or anything related to it. If I did it would not be on it's last season!
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Prologue
Peter Bishop decided to walk home from his favorite bar. He followed the sidewalk that ran parallel to the familiar street until he suddenly paused in front of a building he knew all too well. The black SUV that was supposed to be neatly parked in front of the building was gone and Peter knew it would be a long time before it returned; if it returned at all. Its owner had taken it and left. Although, if Peter had to define it he would call it more like running away than simply leaving.
As Peter stood there he pulled a single cigarette out of his coat pocket. He hadn't smoked since he was a teenager, but an older man in the bar had given it to him along with some words of wisdom that still clung to Peter's mind. "Take it from someone who's had more than enough experience on this subject." He'd said. "The ones who truly love you will always come back. Just give her some time." Peter lit the cigarette letting the smoke fill his lungs as the same five words ran through his mind over and over. Just give her some timeā¦But it did nothing to help his mood. He wanted Olivia to be there with him. He wanted to make things right, but she hadn't given the chance. Olivia Dunham was gone and Peter didn't know when or if he'd see her again. She left without telling anyone other than Broyles. Peter stood outside her apartment building staring at her window, willing her to appear, but of course, she didn't.
He threw the cigarette down and continued his lonely walk home.
