To New Beginnings and Love
Spoliers: A Short Story About Love (OBVIOUSLY), Welcome to Westfield (Season 4), New Day in an Old Town (Season 2).
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Going in at noon had been a good idea, Olivia thought about their morning together as she finished her paperwork. A smile was on her face part of time but she quickly put it away when she sensed someone eying her. After Lincoln had left, she'd dragged Peter into the bedroom for a morning love making session, after they'd managed to shower and get ready without the 'unable-to-keep-hands-to-oneself' issue. She had dropped him off at the house before driving to the federal building, he said he needed to change into new clothes and clean up a mess he'd made before heading in.
"Dunham," Olivia looked up to see Broyles walking over, "Anson Carr, you need to question him, we'll turn him over after you do."
Olivia nodded and stood up, part of her felt off and she knew what it was...her memories were still slipping. It occurred to her then that within proximity to Peter they stayed in her mind, she was able to retain both timelines but away from him her memories were slipping. She realized her abilities were linked to him as well so it stood to reason her memory did the same thing.
"Sir," Broyles turned to her, "can I talk to you in your office?"
He nodded and walked to his office, she followed. As soon as the glass doors were shut, Broyles' expression changed from professional to concerned. "What is it Olivia?"
"Sir...I know this sounds crazy but I think I have a way to retain my memories of this timeline. You read my report, about my abilities and how they are triggered..."
He nodded, "you stated that you couldn't activate them till Bishop was there, what about it."
"I was with Peter this morning and I was able to recall so many memories from this timeline but away from him I can't, they slip. I don't think he's imposing his memories, I think he's stabilizing them. The theory is crazy, I know but...how come I can remember fine details of our cases with him and now, I don't know half the Carr case...I can't question him." She looked at him, "I'm sorry...I just can't, I want to but I can't."
Broyles nodded and looked out to see Peter with Lincoln talking, they were with the new agent that had just transferred in from New York. He moved to the door, opening it he called out. "Bishop, my office."
Peter headed over and shut the door after walking in, he noticed them both. "What's going on?"
"I want to test a theory," Broyles looked at him and then at Olivia, "how many victims did Anson Carr have?"
"Five, two couples and a third but we saved the woman."
Broyles nodded and eyed her, "tell me about the case."
Peter stared at him, "what is going on..." he became quiet when Broyles put up a hand.
Olivia bit her lip and looked at the desk before speaking. "Anson Carr murdered two couples before we got wind of who he was. He placed his victims in a tube and heated their bodies till they died of extreme dehydration. After which he used their pheromones to attract their mates before killing them using suffocation. We caught him with the sixth victim and saved her life, arresting him."
"Bishop, you'll work with Olivia and Lincoln as a third member...like they do on the other side. I can't explain it either so I'll leave it to Dr. Bishop in the explanation on how Olivia can retain both timelines around you but looses this timeline when away from you. Now go, Carr needs to be interviewed."
They left and Olivia waited for Peter's questions but they never came, glancing at him he smiled at her. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry," Peter whispered as they reached the interrogation room. "I'm just glad you noticed a way for your memories not to slip. Being stuck to your hip for the rest of your career doesn't sound like such a bad thing, like I wasn't already." She shook her head and gave a small chuckle before her face turned serious. "He said he could smell that I was in love when we arrested him. Knowing we were his perfect couple will make him slip."
Both went in and Carr sat up from the bed he was on, Olivia's mask was on and she put her tablet on the table as Peter stood by the door. "Sit down!"
Carr stood up and walked over to the table, he sat down and looked at her. "I already told you why I did it."
"No you were vague and it wasn't official, this is." She looked at him and folded her fingers together. "Start with why you started doing what you did. I get the feeling you either lost someone or someone rejected you, who was she?"
Carr looked at Olivia then at Peter, his eyes were watching Carr like a hawk and protection was like an air surrounding the consultant. "Her name was Anna...she rejected me after this happened." He motioned to his face, "who could love a monster...scars just make people run away. I wanted someone to love me for who I was but it just doesn't work, everyone is polite but nothing more."
Looking down, Olivia touched her tablet before facing Carr again. "How did you select each of the couples?"
"The park, I was very particular...they had to be very much in love and no children. I maybe a murderer but I refused to take a parent from a child."
She pushed her tablet across the table and placed a stylus down. "Sign this, it's the statement you gave to Agent Mitchellson."
He signed it and Olivia took the tablet back, standing up. Walking away, Peter followed but words made them both stop. "You would have been the perfect couple for my experiment, I can smell the love on you but there's more, it's not two sets of pheromones like the others, you share the same set. Biologically you are linked, true mates...not like the others."
Olivia didn't turn around, she just opened the door and left. Peter followed after her and said nothing till they reached her desk and she hooked her tablet to the her computer. Sending the report to Broyles before sitting down to finish the stack of paperwork on the desk. Peter sat beside her desk and took a fifth of the papers and one of her pens.
"Sick bastard," Olivia muttered and Peter looked at her, knowing she wanted him to reply.
"The worst to date, I'd like a nice monster after this one. I didn't work the case but hey, I understand just from what he said. Did you see, Amy Jessup transferred from New York...spilt coffee all over Lincoln this morning."
Olivia chuckled and looked up, "what did he do?"
"Just took it and offered to tell her all about Fringe Division if she bought him another cup." Peter nodded to the two, "he might just have a new partner."
The blond agent turned to see Lincoln and Amy Jessup talking intently and she was making Lincoln laugh. "Her jokes were never that funny."
"Which means he actually thinks they're funny or he's pretending," Peter shook his head, "that laugh says he thinks her jokes are funny."
Amy stood up and knocked over her coffee, right over Lincoln's leg. He stood up and she covered her mouth, shaking her head. "I am so sorry...that's the second time today. I swear the universe is working against me today."
Lincoln chuckled and wiped his pants, "lucky we have lockers with spare clothes and coffee." He smiled at her, "I'll buy you a spill-proof cup next time I go to the store. Just sit down and I'll get you some after I change."
Olivia shook her head, "they'd be good for each other, she's more of a klutz this time around though."
"And he's not," Peter smiled, "which makes them perfect for each other."
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