Hey everybody, it's me again ^^. So thanks for your reviews, I'm glad you liked the 1st chap. So I worked hard since yesterday to update tonight. I hope you'll like it. I'm sorry again for mistakes, tell me if you see too much. Thanks, and enjoy !
Again, don't own Fringe (hélas !), just have my imagination...
Olivia Dunham did not feel comfortable. And she really hated that. She had avoided the lab for the last two days. It was a chance for her that they had no case, so she didn't have to go over there for any reason.
Of course the lab was not the problem. The problem was the man she would meet in the lab. If she had to meet him in the Fed building, then the problem would be in the Fed building. The problem would be in any place she had a risk to find him.
She was sat at her desk, in the middle of a room full of many others FBI agents, trying to write some damn reports, and she couldn't manage to do it. If only she could have anything else than Peter Bishop in her mind for a while...
The headaches had started again and it was barely bearable. When she heard her phone cell ring, she guessed who the call was from. Twenty-seventh call from him. And for the twenty-seventh time, she didn't answer.
To tell the truth, she was surprised, and even though she refused to admit it, she was almost hurt, or at least upset, that he hadn't come yet. That's a known fact : women are complicated. And Olivia was not an exception : despite the fact that she obviously didn't want to talk to him, it was rather annoying not to see him coming.
She glanced at the clock. 4:35 pm. It was Friday, but too soon yet to leave and go back home. She sighed, removed her glasses, and started to massage her temples. She was so tired, she needed some rest. Stay in bed and sleep all the week-end, that's what she wanted. But she knew she couldn't.
She only slept a few hours in two days, and even before what happened with Peter, she didn't find some resting sleep for a long time. Three or four hours in a night, and most of the time awake by some nightmare, were not enough.
"Agent Dunham."
She startled. It was Broyles, standing in front of her desk.
"Yes, sir ?"
"Go away."
"I'm sorry, what ? Where ?" she asked not understanding what he was talking about.
"Go back home. It's Friday, nothing's wrong for the moment, so go and get some rest. I need my agents ready for anything and in good health."
He insisted on the last words and left without waiting an answer from her. She was quite relieved. She really wanted to go home right now and just stop thinking.
That's only when she got out of her car and was on the sidewalk in front of her apartment that she understood this thing of stop thinking would not be possible. Because Peter Bishop was sat on the stairs leading to the front door, obviously waiting for her.
"We need to talk." he said.
She would have liked having something to say. But she didn't find.
"You know you can't avoid me forever Olivia."
She looked down. "Okay."
She unlocked the door and they came inside. She took off her coat and he followed her in the living-room. Up in the middle of the room, they stared at each other.
"We slept together." he began coldly.
"I... know that."
"And you ran away."
"I..." she tried to reply but he cut her short.
"And don't say you didn't, cause it's exactly what you did." he said. "And it's been two days Liv ! Two days !! I called you, I don't even remember how many times I did. So now, I'm here, and I will stay until you talk to me."
Olivia felt nervous. She was not ready to do that. It was too soon. But she hadn't the choice.
"What do you expect Peter ? What do you want me to say ?"
"Tell me what happened."
"You perfectly know what happened." she sighed.
"I know what we did that night. I mean I want to know what happened after. I woke up and you were not there anymore. And since that, you hid from me, you didn't take my phone calls. You can't keep doing that."
She saw the hurt in his eyes. He was right, he deserved better than the way she was acting for a couple of days.
"I've panicked. What we did, it was a mistake. A huge mistake. We shouldn't have done that. It's my fault, I know. I'm the one who came to your place, and I was tired, and scared, and I needed to know you were not really angry, because I didn't tell you about Sam... I shouldn't have left. I have just panicked."
She had spoke without a break, and finally let out a breathe that she'd hold without noticing. Peter approached her slowly and after a few seconds of silence he asked in a whisper :
"And now what do you want Livia ?"
"I just want things to be as they were before. I want us to be friends again." she answered.
"You regret ?"
Did she ?
"Yes." she lied. To him, and to herself. "I'm sorry Peter."
He turned away, without saying nothing, and went up to the window, looking outside. Eventually she heard him saying :
"It's true. It was a mistake."
He was still looking by the window, and Olivia didn't know what to do. She felt so ashamed and miserable.
"What are we doing now ?" she asked as he hadn't moved.
He turned to her, looked at her in her eyes and shrugged his shoulders.
"We forget."
There was no sarcastic tone in his voice or grin in his face. Only seriousness. Or something like that. Maybe it was resignation.
"We forget." she repeated. "Are we okay ?"
It was a supid question. Of course they were not ! But she wanted to believe everything could be fixed between them. Because she needed him and couldn't stand the idea of losing him.
And just like magic, as she thought that, Peter had a smile on his lips.
"Sure."
"Really ?"
"Yeah, really... Unless you do it again."
"Do what ?" she said, not certain of what he was talking about exactly.
"Hiding from me."
He opened his arms and went back till her.
"Come here..." he said. "I won't bite you, you know." he added with a grin as she hesitated.
Olivia didn't resist and let him take her in his arms, and put hers around his waist. It was a really tender hug, which lasted only a few seconds, but she felt much better after. Things were going to be fine now. He said her goodbye and left.
But from the moment Peter was gone, she felt like a big hole inside her again.
She was alone. That's what she wanted to. After all, that's why she told him she regretted. Because she didn't want to be too much involved with anyone. And it included Peter.
She had always been disappointed in her relationships. She didn't want it anymore. It was too painful.
And even if she liked Peter, even if she had amazing sex with him the other night... Actually, thinking of it, it was the best sex she ever had in her life.
No, stop, don't start that again, she thought, shaking her head.
The most important was that she liked him too much to risk their friendship. And he agreed. It was a one-night-thing that didn't matter. And it won't happen again. Things will not change.
So why the hell was she feeling like crap right now ?
Maybe it was because her instinct knew that Peter Bishop was known for being the king of bluff. Maybe things wouldn't be that easy. For both of them.
