So here it is Spring break, and since i am too broke to go to Florida, figured I'd write a Fringe fic. Hopefully this is something i can finish before the premiere, but have no fear i know where this one is going!
No Own, No Sue, I'm too poor and all you would get JJ is a whole lotta student loans, but hey if you want them....
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The bright flowers seemed out of place, cheap somehow against the grey sky. The low hanging clouds bespoke her mood. In another life, in another world she would be a woman who would shed tears openly and without fear of seeming weak.
But this was not that world.
In this world, she stood stoically rigid in her rightful place beside the casket. There were other mourners glaring at the grieving woman with disdain, but she refused to even grace them with a wither of an emotion. She held onto her emotions as she had been trained over so many years in the Marines . He would not have wanted her to become a blubbering stuttering mess. He expected so much from her, and she refused to let him down even in his death.
A man seemed to glare at her from a tree on the far edge of the cemetery. His black pea coat tightly bound around his lean form. Olivia wracked her brain to place him, some familiarity in his feature seemed to lie just outside of her memory. His continued stare began to make her uncomfortable, but she put it aside as the uniformed men placed the flag in her hands.
"We're so sorry for your loss Mrs. Scott."
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Peter watched her as she played the grieving widow. "You were always the strong one Liv." He mumbled to himself as he watched her accept the flag into her hands. He wondered about the differences, the fracturing of the time line here. Things were different but still so similar.
He contemplated how to approach her, how to get to her in a way not to spook her. The Olivia he knew would shoot first and ask questions later. Peter had no intention of trying out the health care services over here. He had a job to do and every intention of completing his mission.
The sun began to peak out of the clouds as the mourners began to leave the gravesite. Olivia lingered beside her sister and a small group of what could only be family. She kept looking back at him as if she knew him. Peter didn't bother hiding; he had to get to her as soon as possible.
It was she who approached him. He stood stock still as she walked toward his perch by the oak tree.
XxX
"Do we know each other?" She asked him.
"Sort of…" he nodded ambiguously.
"Did you serve with John? Were you a friend of his?"
"I was never even a fan. Listen, Olivia, I know this seems weird but I promise we sort of know each other really well."
She had grown weary of the cloak and dagger routine, "You've been glaring at me all through my husband's funeral as if I owe you money. I don't have a whole lot of time for BS, so why don't you tell me why you are here so I can get back to my family."
Peter glanced around at the now empty cemetery before continuing. "What do you know about alternate realities?"
"I read The Dark Tower series, but like I said Mister-"
"Peter. Peter Bishop."
"Mr. Bishop. I just lost my husband. I have a house full of well wishers to attend to, so if this little story has a point, I suggest you reach it soon." Olivia tapped her watch for effect.
"Listen, Mrs. Scott, I came a long way to be here, can you at least grant me a few minutes here? Some of what I am about to throw at you can't be digested in the span of a few moments. I realize you are grieving, but where I came from, you—Things are different."
She made to leave but he grabbed her arm.
"Liv, wait. Please. What do I have to say to prove to you that I am here on the most serious of reasons."
She continued to walk away from him shoulders hunched and set.
"I know John didn't die the conquering hero." He tried
"Try again Mr. Bishop," Olivia threw over her shoulder. "Everyone knows he died in a lame ass car crash on his way to the store." The tears were beginning to burn in the corners of her eyes as she stormed toward her car. He had begun to follow behind her, his long legs matching her stride pace for pace.
"Liv, I know that your husband had questionable loyalties. I know there were some serious questions surrounding his contacts" Peter spoke quickly.
Olivia whipped around, her gun aimed at Peter. "You start spreading rumors about my husband and-"
Peter raised his hands in mock surrender. "I'm not here to hurt you Liv, I would never want that for you. I just really, really need your help."
Olivia lowered her weapon "There's a bar not far from Harvard—"
"Barney's yeah I know it."Peter nodded slowly.
"Ten o'clock, tonight. If you aren't there when I get there I am going to go home and finish my mourning without your fairy tale."
As she drove off, Peter let out the breath he had been holding. She could have shot him, and had it been his Liv, she probably would have. Things were really different here.
