A/N: I suggest listening to Ricky Martin ft. Christina Aguilera – Nobody wants to be lonely while reading this, it goes along well.

It was very spuffy, just like any other bar. Yet Peter still smelled a familiar scent inside that chaos. A scent that made you feel at ease. Olivia came back to Peter's arms after she spinned around herself. Now Peter knew where that scent came from. He smiled with a clear hint of happiness.

It's a serenade

So your heart can find me

And suddenly your flying down the stairs

Into my arms, baby

Before I start going crazy

Run to me, run to me

Cause I'm dying

"I didn't think you were someone who would listen Ricky Martin." Olivia said loudly. She had to yell in order to be heard.

"You have to consider Cristina Aguilere's voice. " Peter said back with a small smile. "She's the only reason I know this song."

"Should I be jealous?" Olivia retorted back playfully.

"There's no single being on earth you should be jealous of."

"Why is that?" Olivia asked, whispering in Peter's ear.

"Because there is no woman who could compare with you."

Instantly, their dance became much more erotic. Peter's hands were touching every single part of Olivia's body. They were very close, Peter could feel the softness of Olivia's skin beneath the fabric between them. He slowly kissed her neck.

"Peter..."

Olivia's voice was cracked with lust. Peter didn't say anything and just continued kissing her neck. They were still dancing. Peter wanted more and knew Olivia did too.

"Peter..." Olivia said again. Her voice could make anyone go crazy. "Let's get out of here."

Just what Peter wanted.

Peter suddenly opened his eyes. Damn it. The disappointment he felt was uncountable. Walter's voice filled the whole room.

"150 grams of sucrose. Maintained at 70 degrees fahrenheit for 120 hours. 30 milliliters at 80 degrees..."

Peter was so angry at himself... He couldn't get rid of his damned dreams.

"What formula are you rattling off at 3:00 in the morning?" he snapped at Walter as he sat up in the bed.

"The formula for root beer." Walter calmly answered back.

"Root beer? That's what's so important you couldn't stop yourself from broadcasting."

It had been quite a while since Walter was able to tell when he thought out loud. Peter as so angry that he couldn't even bear his father's old habit he had gotten used long ago.

"I haven't had it for ages. I thought I might make some in the lab tomorrow."

Peter didn't want to listen any further. All he wanted was to go back to sleep and maybe he wouldn't dream about things he couldn't get again.

"Where are you going?" Walter asked.

"It occurs to me it might be easier to sleep in the tub. Next time, would you please drain the tub?"

Peter sat in the tub with distress. He put his hands on his head. He had been able to not remember his dreams before. He had been seeing happy dreams since he returned to Boston. Yet there was no trace of happiness left after he woke up. It was as if the dreams sucked up all his happiness. Furthermore, someone always escorted him in those dreams: Olivia. Why did he keep seeing Olivia? His dreams were all so different than each other that it amazed Peter. They had been walking in his first dream. That was all they did, walking, yet it was one of the most peaceful dream he ever had. And then erotic dreams with Olivia had started. They were the worst of all. All he wanted was to get rid of them as soon as possible.

"He was awake till 5:00 in the morning, reciting the chemical compositions of his favorite beverages to me. That was right after he finished lecturing me on how I'd squandered my above-average intellect and my substantial education, all while he was standing there naked."

Peter had found himself whining. Olivia was standing with a confused expression, looking at him.

"Well, your living arrangements are temporary. We're finding you an apartment so that – "

That was not what Peter wanted to hear. He opened his mouth to talk, interrupting Olivia.

"Olivia, don't bother. I wanted to help. I felt bad. I still feel bad about what happened to you but the truth is, you don't need me here."

"That isn't the truth."

Olivia said quickly. Peter really wanted to believe her, but he also wanted to go.

"It is. Things are happening here. Strange things that need investigating, that connect somehow to the insane work that walter was doing way back when, but he's the one with the answers. You need him. I'm just a babysitter."

Now he was saying things he needed to believe. He needed to get out of there and he had to believe he wasn't needed in order to be able to do that.

"Peter, you decipher what he says. Things that other people can't even follow."

"No, not any more. Anybody can do that. There's nothing special about me."

They just needed another scientist. There were surely someone other than a high school-drop man who could understand his father.

"You're his son."

That was the only problem.

Since they got Walter's car from where it had been locked in, they had been using it. They got a call from Olivia about a new case a little while after their talk. Right now, Peter was riding to the crime scene with his father who was sitting the next seat. He was sick of his troubling thoughts and he wanted to get rid of them, even if it was only for a while. His hand unconsciously went to open the radio.

There you are

In a darkened room

And you're all alone

Looking out the window

Your heart is cold and lost the will to love

Like a broken arrow

Here I stand in the shadows

Come to me, come to me

Can't you see that

Peter felt himself freeze in shock. That was the song he heard in his dream last night. He laughed silently. This was one the most interesting coincidences that had happened in his life. What is the possibility of a two years old song coming out as soon as the radio is turned on? He asked himself mentally, just like a scientist. It was such a low possibility that it had to be a coincidence.

My body's longing to hold you

So bad it hurts inside

Time is precious and it's slipping away

And I've been waiting for you all of my life

The song explained his station so clearly that he couldn't bear listening to it anymore. He quickly turned it off.

Peter had told Olivia that this was going to be his last case. He didn't know if he was really going to go, but he had to at least try. Staying here and dreaming about a woman he was never gonna get wasn't like him. He didn't know if going away was going to make his dreams stop. He still saw Olivia everyday. He was trying to convince himself that he wasn't going to dream about Olivia again. Yet it didn't stop his dreams. Neither did the fact he kept remembering them all when he saw Olivia. He started believing he could go after the fight he and Walter had in front of Olivia. He even called one of his old acquaintances to find a job, but the kidnapping had ruined every fucking thing. He had no memory of suffering this much before. He felt like he was going to die in that moment. He was going to fade away right there. And then people were going to think he was a coward. Olivia would never know about his feeling for her. Maybe Walter was going to remember him as a horrible son. Peter didn't want any of those. He cared what Olivia and Walter thought about him. Would Olivia cry if he died? It wasn't hard to imagine a devastated Walter. Even if he didn't want to admit it at first, he knew Walter loved him. Peter had known that there was a much deeper bond between Walter and him when a man he hadn't even know before pulled an information from his mind that he didn't even know he had. He knew Walter well enough to understand unsaid things. Peter knew he couldn't go anymore.

"Can I go now?" asked Peter, impatient.

"Yes, Mr. Bishop. But please do try to rest." She said with her charming British accent, a small smile on her face. She was young and very beautiful, and she was obviously flirting with him. It was obvious from the tone she used and the way she looked at him beneath her long eyelashes. But he didn't flirt back, he didn't even acknowledge it. Then Peter understood. He hadn't had a problem with getting women he wanted before, but Olivia wasn't one of them. Furthermore, he wasn't after just spending a night together. Then it hit him- Peter wanted more than just one night. He wanted Olivia. Peter knew Olivia had lost her trust in the whole world after their first case. Peter had to prove that he was trustworthy. He smiled in realization.

"Thanks, doctor."

He went out of the room and saw Olivia talking with Broyles. He smiled happily. Olivia was here for him.

"Olivia, there are things happening here that I can't even begin to explain and I am not going anywhere until I can."

He tried to explain why he wasn't going without making his feelings obvious. He understood he wasn't in love with a woman that was impossible to get. ...In love? Oh sweet Jesus, he was screwed. Maybe that was what his dreams had been trying to tell him. That it was possible to be even more happier... He needed to go after real love. He was talking about real love.

Oh boy, I am so screwed.

A/N: Well guys, I need to share something with you. When my sister was translating the sentence where Peter said "There's no single being on earth you should be jealous of." which was originally "There's no woman on earth you should be jealous of.", my sister yelled out, "LINCOLN ISN'T A WOMAN." I have read a Pecoln fan fiction before, so it made me laugh really hard. She even tried to change "Olivia would never know about his feeling for her." into 'him'. She tried to convince me it was better. She's such a fangirl, sheesh. I still love her, though. Thanks for translating my stories, sis!