Its official: I can't do one shots…Chapters two and sometimes three always follow…

The Card
Chapter 2

"Peter." Peter woke to Olivia calling his name.

"Peter." She called again. He could hear the fear in her voice. The same fear he'd heard only hours earlier. This was definitely going to be a long night. Peter reached a hand to her head to play with her hair in an attempt to calm her. His eyes immediately shot open when his hand hit his lap. He looked down to find his lap empty. Guilt washed over him for not waking up sooner. How long had she been away from him? He rose from the couch calling out to her. He started for her bedroom.

"Olivia where are you?" She didn't respond. He heard her let out a cry of pain. Peter turned and found her in the kitchen. He swore she hadn't been there minutes ago. There she stood terrified, a knife held to her throat while the intruders other hand held a gun. Blood trickled down her neck and shirt. How long had this man had her? Peter wondered his anger both at the man and himself rising. He wished he hadn't let his guard down. She whimpered when the man tightened his grip around her.

"Let her go." He shouted stepping closer to Olivia. "I wouldn't do that Bishop." Peter wanted to know how this man knew him. The man brought up the arm holding the gun and pointed it to Peter's chest.

"Peter I'm sorry I got you involved in this." Olivia spoke softly so not to put any unnecessary pressure to her neck. "This ones trouble Bishop." The man spoke again adjusting Olivia closer to one side. Peter returned his attention to the man but said nothing. "Did she tell you what she did to me?" Peter looked to Olivia. Tears streamed down her face. First the card, now this.

Of course Olivia had told him what she'd done but he was not about to talk to her step father. In one quick motion her step father tore his shirt, revealing three scars on his chest. Peter saw this as the perfect opportunity to charge him as he was distracted. The man was quick, he anticipated Peters move. He brought up the gun quickly and fired.

"NO!" Olivia screamed fighting hard to get to Peter. Her step father released her letting her fall to the ground, once there he delivered a kick to her ribs. The force caused her to role over curling in on herself. She recovered quickly and crawled to where Peter lay motionless. "Peter." The tears fell like waterfalls. "Peter please don't leave, please." She heard her step father move closer to them, it didn't matter anymore Peter was dying. She looked into his eyes as he struggled to keep them open.

"I'll put you both out of you misery." He fired another shot. Olivia squeezed her eyes shut waiting for the pain but it never came, the only thing she felt was blood splatter on her. Opening her eyes she was met with Peter's empty dead eyes. The bullet in his temple. Everything became a blur. "PETER!" she screamed shaking him. "PETER NOO! HOW COULD YOU?" In that moment a shot of adrenaline ran through her and she pounced her step father. Not holding back the tears or the punches she attacked him with all her strength, his laughter only fueling her.

"Olivia." The voice was so distant she was sure her mind was playing tricks on her. "OLIVIA STOP." It was a trick it had to be. She turned to look behind her, Peter was gone. "Where is he?" She continued her attack.

"He's right here." Instantly the man she'd been beating turned into Peter. Blood dripped from his nose and bubbled out of his mouth. "Oh God, what have I done?" Immediately she stepped off of him. "Peter, I'm sorry."

He reached a hand to her. "It's okay Olivia. You're okay. I need you to take a deep breath. Can you do that?" She looked down at the body confused. Her step father lay there. Dead. "Peter?" Her voice trembled.

"I'm right her Liv. Open your eyes."

She shook her head. "I can't." "Yes you can. I'm right here." He put his hands on either side of her face. Slowly she opened her eyes, she gasped at the sight before her. "You're okay!" Her hands immediately explored his chest making sure the bullet wound wasn't there. With a quick glance to his temple she sighed. No bullet. Without thinking she cupped his cheeks and leaned into him. To say the kiss was soft and romantic would be a lie. It was a kiss of hunger, a kiss of reassurance. She leaned back. "You're alive."

"I'm alive. But if you want to check again I wouldn't appose." Lighting the mood was his way telling her everything was okay.

"He killed you Peter and I couldn't stop him."

"What happened?"

"I woke up to a sound coming from the kitchen. I didn't want to wake you so I went to see what it was. Before I knew it he had me in a head lock and a knife to my throat." They both knew who he was. "What happened next?"

She shook her head tears falling again. "Livia I'm right here. I'm okay."

"I called for you and you came. He told you I was trouble and pulled a gun out. As he was showing you the wounds on his chest you charged him and he shot you." Her hand touched his chest reminding herself there was no bullet whole..

"He stepped over us telling me he'd put us both out of our misery. I waited for the bullet to hit me but it never came. I heard the gun go off but the only thing I felt was blood splatter in my face." She was gasping for air. It all felt so real.

"He shot you in the head. I don't know what happened next all I know is I was on top of him beating him." That would explain the pounding he'd received when trying to wake her. He was sure she'd see the bruises the following day but for now it would be his little secret. He wasn't sure how long before he'd have to tell her considering they were on the ground.

"Peter. Why are we on the floor?"

"I wanted to try it out. Its not comfortable lets move back to the couch." She looked at him skeptically. He was trying to ease her mind so she let it go. "Okay but no sleeping. I feel like I've had enough "sleep" tonight."

"We could do other things." He winked suggestively. "Peter Bishop are you trying to seduce me in my tire state of mind?"

"NO!." His insulted face didn't last very long. "I can't believe you would even say something like that." At her continued staring her broke. "Okay maybe just a little but can you blame you? You started and now I can't stop thinking about it." Her cheeks turned red. She'd forgotten she'd done that, they were both emotional it happened.

"Livia before you dismiss this to us being emotional please know that I care about you a lot. A lot more then a friend." He wasn't going to go farther then that not tonight. He knew he'd succeeded in easing her mind when a small smile graced her face.

AN: I couldn't help my self… I actually started this back in May when I was stuck in the airport for 7 hours and sleep deprived… Hope you enjoyed…