Hello my fellow Fringe fans. Let me start by saying thanks for all the reviews, alerts and favorites! I was truly amazed that this fic was so well received. You rendered me speechless (and that is no small task). Words cannot express the love I feel from Polivia fandom!
I am going to take a little bit of license here…I am making Ella 7yrs old in this, it just works better.
I am also going to be referencing real places in Hawaii, please let me know if I am incorrect or have the locations wrong.
I'd like to thank FringeDivision2008 for helping me a little with this fic, thank you my friend!
All mistakes and grammatical errors are my own.
Also, to all my twitter friends, if you leave a review, please be sure to leave your twitter name as well (that way I don't ask you a million times if you've read it).
I do not own Fringe or any of the gorgeous places in Hawaii…dammit!
Remember this is rated M…and you will see why later on (hot, steamy, tropical smut)
A/N: Italics mean inner thoughts.
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The flight started out like any normal airplane ride, belts fastened, trays upright and stewardesses reenacting the emergency procedures that have been heard a million times in a million languages. Olivia zoned out and just took a deep breath and sighed, sent up a silent prayer and enjoyed the ride. Once airborne, she felt better, maybe it was because Peter was by her side, maybe it was the whiskey she consumed, or maybe it was the fact that she brought work with her.
"What are you doing Dunham?" Peter asked with confusion in his voice.
"It's called work, Peter, maybe you should try it sometime," Olivia answered caustically.
"We are on our way to Hawaii for the wedding of your baby sister and you are looking at case files?" Peter said annoyance meshing his tone.
"Broyles wanted me to look over some paperwork, make sure nothing was missing" she answered him not taking her eyes off the computer screen.
Peter reached over and closed the lid of her computer and grabbed it out of her hands.
"Hey, what do you think you are doing?" Olivia protested grabbing at her computer.
"I am rescuing you from ruining this trip. Olivia, for once in your life, put the work away and just relax. I know that is a foreign concept to you, but try, please? For me?" Peter persuaded.
"Fine, I'll relax," she pouted crossing her arms across her chest.
Chuckling at the sight of Olivia pouting, Peter smiled and said "At least it's a start. Now, I am going to use this computer to look for fun things to do in Hawaii while we are there. In all my years traveling it's the one place I never visited and now is my chance,"
Damn you Bishop, how come you are so right and so wrong for me at the same time? Olivia thought as she watched Peter search the internet for fun activities in Hawaii. Olivia flagged down a stewardess and asked for two more whiskeys, if she wasn't going to work, then she could at least do something she enjoyed.
"Hey, there is museum on the island with my name, the Bishop Museum. How cool is that? I bet Ella would love to go there," Peter informed with a giddiness of a little boy.
Olivia smiled at him as he continued to look at the plethora of information that the web provided to him. He looked at everything from surf lessons, to their hotel, to the traditions of Hawaiian culture. Peter looked so happy doing his research, like a curious kid finding his first treasure map.
They had ten hours of flying time to kill, ten hours to talk and maybe get to know one another on a more intimate level. Ten hours to change their lives, but being the stubborn individuals that they are Peter and Olivia did what they normally do when around each other…avoid, avoid, avoid.
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Olivia found herself in a dilemma, she wanted to sleep, it was something she desperately needed at this point. Rachel had called her frantic about some last minute wedding details completely forgetting the six hour time difference. Just as Olivia was trying to get some sleep, Rachel was wide awake and in a panic. She also wanted to work, she did like doing it, as weird as it sounded, and it comforted and calmed her. She could focus on something other than herself, other than her feelings for that gorgeous man next to her, other than the heartbreak and betrayal that John caused her.
Peter watched as Olivia struggled to keep her eyes open. He closed the laptop and turned to her with a smirk on his stubbled face. Her head drooping and then jerking back up quickly composing herself. Peter shook his head and said "Olivia, did you get any sleep last night?"
"What?" Olivia said not hearing him.
"Sleep, you know, that thing that you rarely do but sometimes partake in," Peter asked trying to get a reading from her.
"Uh, not really. Rachel called me last night freaking out about the wedding. Only problem is that she forgot about the six hour time difference. So as I was starting to fall asleep she called and kept me on the phone for three hours. By the time I got off the phone it was time to get up anyway, so no, I didn't get much if any sleep last night," she regaled.
"Livia, we will be on this plane for at least ten hours. Why don't you close your eyes and get some sleep. I will wake you when we are about to land," Peter promised with a loving smile on his face.
"I'm fine," Olivia answered.
"That's just like you, using the stock answer 'I'm fine'. No you are not Olivia, I caught you falling asleep. Stop being so damn stubborn and just close your eyes relax and sleep," Peter said trying to coax her to obey.
How can I resist him when he is so concerned…maybe I should, he's right, he's ALWAYS right, Olivia thought to herself with a small smile on her lips.
"Maybe you are right. Maybe I can try and sleep for a couple of hours," she said ultimately relenting.
"Good, I am glad you are finally listening to me. You know I'm not totally useless," he jokingly stated.
"You're not useless, Bishop, just a major pain in the ass," Olivia said as she snuggled down in her seat.
"Touché, Dunham, touché" Peter chuckled knowing she was right.
The moment Olivia closed her eyes she was asleep. Her breathing evened and her head lolled to the side and landed on Peter's shoulder. Her hair made a curtain over her face as Peter gently brushed it aside and tucked her fallen hair behind her ear. He was so delicate with her; he didn't want to wake her from the much needed sleep her body craved. With her head so close to his face, Peter couldn't resist but inhale her amazing scent, the smell that is uniquely her. His senses reveled in the sensations of her smell permeating his brain. He wanted to remember this forever. Peter made a decision, one that he realized if she were awake, he would be facing her gun. He pressed his lips to her head and kissed her so lightly it was barely felt.
Peter watched her sleep and he was content. He resumed his internet search of Hawaii and all its beauty. He glanced at her periodically while she slumbered to make sure she was okay and no nightmares were invading her dreams. Peter knew that was another reason why she hated to sleep for a long period of time. It was one of the things that concerned him deeply. He hated seeing her in pain, frightened or worse. He made it his mission in life to keep her safe, happy and loved…secretly of course.
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A hand caressed her cheek, gentle and warm. Olivia stirred and leaned into the touch and heard a voice follow the hand "Livia, wake up, we're here," Peter said in a hushed tone.
Olivia slowly opened her blurry eyes muddled from sleep. She gazed at Peter with a goofy smile on her face. My god she looks so sexy half asleep. Keep it together Bishop Peter said to himself and removed his hand from her heated face. Olivia stood up and stretched her sublime body, newly energized from the restful sleep she got.
Peter got up and started to get prepared to disembark from the plane. He gathered his belongings from his seat, grabbed his bag and waited for Olivia to do the same. He watched her move with ease, he always loved watching her move, and he could watch her all day long.
"So, Dunham, are you ready to get leid?" Peter asked her curiously.
"WHAT?" Olivia answered him horrified.
"Leid, you know, the flowered necklace they give you when you exit the plane" Peter said as he made a necklace gesture around his neck.
"Oh, right, a lei. Yeah, I guess so," she said relief lacing her tone.
Peter chuckled as he realized what she thought he meant. Peter and Olivia made their way out of the plane and indeed did get a lei, the traditional greeting of the ancient Hawaiians. On their way to baggage claim, Olivia noticed a man dressed in a suit holding a sign that read O. DUNHAM on it. She made her way to him and introduced herself as the Dunham from the sign. He then tipped his cap, said he was courtesy of the hotel and helped both Olivia and Peter with their bags.
"You look rested, did you have a good sleep?" Peter inquired.
"Yes, I did. No dreams, surprisingly," Olivia answered with a nice smile on her face.
"Good, I am glad that you got some rest because once we get to the hotel you know it will be non-stop between Rachel and Ella wanting your full attention," Peter warned her.
"I know. I have already mentally prepared for it. I just hope they let me get settled and situated for a few hours before all hell breaks loose," Olivia said with a bit of hope in her voice.
Peter chuckled at her statement, he knew what she meant and he knew that if anyone can handle that, it would be Olivia. She was one of the few people who could handle it if hell actually did break loose. She would cock her gun, put her hair in a pony tail and kick some ass, like she always did. Peter would be elated to watch her put hell back in its place and then some. He would be so proud and happy…and turned on all at the same time. He was a red-blooded male after all and seeing the woman you love kick some ass makes him pompous and horny.
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The limo pulled up to the hotel and both occupants were in awe. The sight of where they were going to stay for the week was breathtaking, the beach that wound around the base of the hotel was gorgeous. The sun, sand and surf were intoxicating, Olivia could feel herself soothed and invigorated at the same time. Maybe this will be a great trip after all she thought to herself a smile on her face.
As the driver unloaded their bags from the limo, Peter and Olivia made their way to the front desk, taking in the opulence of their surroundings. A pretty girl in her early twenties greeted them both with a lovely smile, the name on her nametag read Gabrielle.
"Aloha and welcome to the Hotel Royal Hawaiian, checking in today?" she asked very politely.
"Yes, the reservation is under Olivia Dunham. I should have two rooms booked" Olivia answered her in her FBI tone.
"Let me look that up for you," Gabrielle replied as she typed the name into the computer.
Peter drummed his hands on the front desk, his anxiety was getting the best of him. He wanted to get to the room, shower, change, eat and then explore the hotel a little. Olivia glared at him as if to silently tell him to stop his drumming and be still. She felt like he was acting the way Ella did when she couldn't sit still.
"Oh, um, you did say the rooms were under Dunham, is that correct?" Gabrielle questioned in her charming tone.
"Yes, that's right…is there a problem?" Olivia asked panic in her voice.
"Well, it looks like there was only one room reserved, not two," Gabrielle informed her apologetically.
"What do you mean there is only one room? How can that be, I know I booked two rooms! Are you sure? Can you check again?" Olivia frantically said to the sweet girl at the front desk.
"Let me double check again, I am sure there was a computer error," Gabrielle stated, clicking the keyboard again.
Olivia's heart started to thump in her chest. Her thoughts went wild, fiddled with her hands and picked up the drumming that she scolded Peter for. Peter watched as Olivia's composure started to slowly erode, he knew hell wasn't far behind.
"I am sorry, but with the convention in town, the hotel is completely booked. There is only one room left which we have assigned to you. It has two beds in it, an semi-enclosed deck with a beach view and wonderful amenities," Gabrielle told them hoping that may smooth over the obvious mistake.
"So, we have to share a single room?" Olivia asked alarmed.
"Yes. But if another room opens up I will let you know immediately. Again I am so very sorry for the mix up," Gabrielle said penitently.
"It's fine, we are both adults, we can handle rooming together, right Dunham?" Peter said as he tried to convince not only himself but Olivia.
Olivia glared at Peter and clenched her jaw. She had no choice and she knew it, this was her ONLY option and she wasn't about to let this situation get the best of her. She would show Peter, she would prove him wrong. She smiled at Gabrielle and said "Thank you for your efforts, Gabrielle. We will take our room keys," a fake smile on her face.
Gabrielle handed over both key cards and watched as they both turned and headed towards the elevators. The ride to their floor was quick and soon they found themselves at the hotel door of room 225. Slipping the key card in and opening the door with a click, Olivia entered first and gasped audibly. The room was huge, plenty of room for two people, much to their collective relief.
Gabrielle was right the room did have amenities, a mini fridge, a coffee maker, an iron, hair dryer , just to name a few and an amazing deck. Olivia slung her bag on the bed closest to the bathroom not caring if Peter wanted it or not. She sprinted to the window, threw open the sheer curtains, flung the sliding door open and stepped out onto their big deck. Olivia took a deep breath and inhaled the beauty that is Hawaii, she let the sunshine kiss her skin and warm it up. She turned her head to find a hammock hanging in the corner as well, presumably for those long, leisurely naps that accompany contented days ahead.
The tropical weather was something they both needed to get used to. Unlike Boston and Baghdad, this kind of heat was different. It made you feel different, breathe different, think different and love different. Olivia liked this kind of heat, she liked the beach below, loved the sound of the ocean and the crashing waves on Waimea Bay. She hoped that the myth that being near an ocean helps you get restful sleep, was no fable at all.
Peter stood back and watched as Olivia transformed in front of his eyes. He smiled to himself, happily watching the woman he loved unwind and show the slightest hint that she might actually have some fun. Peter decided to be bold and join her on the deck, stepping behind her and inhaling as well. I am in paradise with the love of my life? What more could I possibly ask for… Peter thought as he watched Olivia lean over the deck surveying the beach below.
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Going back into the room and allowing Olivia time to soak up the glorious day, Peter decided to start unpacking and staking claim to the dresser drawers in the room. Olivia gradually made her way back into the room and started to unpack as well. She had a smile on her face which was put there by the sun.
"Beautiful room, don't you think?" Peter asked nonchalantly.
"Yes, it is. Quite beautiful and big. Did you see that hammock out on the deck? I can't believe how close we are to the beach, I bet Ella loves that," Olivia said happily.
"Do I detect a trace of excitement in your tone Dunham?" Peter satirically said as he continued to unpack.
"Alright, you win, yes I am excited. I know how much Ella loves the beach and she will want to spend every waking moment there, if Rachel would let her," Olivia answered.
Peter smirked at her as he focused on her unpacking her clothes. Peter noticed that Olivia must have gone shopping, because her clothing was appropriate for the climate and brightly colored. He noticed the change and it made him smile wider. He was so glad that Charlie got sick and he was able to take his place. There is no place on earth he'd rather be than right at that moment in time.
Once Olivia finished unpacking she plopped down on the bed with a bounce that made her gleeful. She actually felt at home, maybe it was something in the Hawaiian air. Maybe it was the white Plumeria flower blossoms that encircled her neck or the fact that she was alone, in Shangri-La with the man she loved. Whatever the feeling was, she hoped it would be with her permanently.
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Olivia slowly got up and made her way to the bathroom. Turning on the light she found a mammoth sized shower, a phone and TV. Looking at herself in the long mirror, she smiled at herself as thoughts of the week ahead and the potential fun she will have filtered through her mind. Grabbing a stark white towel, Olivia yelled to Peter as she exited the bathroom "Do you mind if I take a shower? I always like to freshen up after a long plane ride," she informed grabbing a tank top and some shorts.
"Yeah, go ahead, I am just gonna call Walter and Astrid and let them know we got here safely," Peter countered dialing his cell phone.
"Great, well, tell them both I said hello…no, make that Aloha!" Olivia giggled and disappeared into the bathroom.
Peter heard the shower turn on and sighed at the thought of Olivia's wet, naked body just a few feet away. His mind wandered to what she must look like under the spray of the graceful water cascading down her perfect body. Peter shook his head decidedly as the thoughts faded away and were replaced by him scolding himself for his wicked, albeit truthful thoughts.
"Hello, Bishop residence," Astrid answered with her usual airy tone.
"Hi Astrid, it's Peter, we made it," Peter informed as he stretched out on his bed.
"How was the flight?" she asked curiously.
"Long, but enjoyable," sighed Peter.
"How are the rooms? Are you guys in adjoining rooms" Astrid queried.
"Actually, it's only one room. There was a mix up and it turned out that there was apparently only one room left and so Olivia and I are sharing the same room," Peter answered her quickly.
"Really? Are you okay with that?" Astrid questioned.
"Astrid, we are both adults, we can handle it. Besides I am sure Olivia will be very busy with Rachel and the wedding to even be in the room a lot," Peter assured her.
"Well, as long as you guys are okay with it. Can I talk to Olivia for a second," Astrid asked.
"She's in the shower," Peter told her.
Astrid smiled widely, she knew that Peter was probably trying to keep his composure with the thought of Olivia in the next room completely naked. "Oh, well, can you tell her to check in with Broyles when she gets done," she said the smile evident in her tone.
"Will do. Can I speak to Walter?" Peter asked nicely.
"I'm afraid he passed out about an hour ago. He made some weird drug concoction that he decided to test out on himself after he ate the 5 course meal I made for him," Astrid expressed to him.
"But it's so early," Peter affirmed.
"Peter, it's after 11:00 here. Don't forget Boston is 6 hours ahead," she notified him.
"Oh yeah, I forgot, sorry. Well tell him we made it and that Olivia and I say Aloha," he winced as he remembered Rachel doing the same thing to Olivia.
"I will, good night Peter. Try and have some fun and relax. Tell Olivia to do the same," Astrid said as she bid him farewell.
"I will. And Astrid, thanks again for Walter," Peter said humbly.
"Anytime, Peter, anytime. Bye," she finalized.
Peter hung up his cell phone, sighed and closed his eyes. Thoughts of the week ahead and all the fun adventures he would have with Ella and hopefully Olivia floated through his mind. The thoughts unburdened and comforted him, made his body relaxed and contented. His thoughts morphed into his dreams and the hopes that this trip would be life changing. With those dreams and thoughts firmly planted in his brain, he took a deep breath and fell into a blissful sleep.
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Well, friends thus ended chapter 2. I hope it was as enjoyable as the first chapter. Please remember to leave a review. Hope this chapter will sustain you until this upcoming Friday when Fringe FINALLY returns.
