This is probably the last chapter I post before I will be too busy to update on a regular basis. This one has both POV's and is longer than the first too. If you like (or even if you don't) please review.

DISCLAIMER: No, I don't own Fringe, if I did, I wouldn't be writing fanfiction I would be putting my idea's to the show so it's probably for the best I don't.

Olivia's POV

"Step right up, try your aim, at the shooting game! Hit five and win a prize, hit 10 and get your pick of the lot!"

Ella stopped in her tracks and looked at me, "Aunt Liv, look at that Scooby Doo, he's as big as me! Can you win me Scooby he looks so sad on the wall…"

I loved Scooby Doo as a kid too, although Rachel was more of a power puff girl, so when Rachel and Ella started to stay with me, I got out some old DVD's with some episodes of the original TV show, and some the movies they had made. Ella of course loved it. She also loved Peter, who was naturally good with kids, maybe it was just practice with Walter. In many ways he is a child, Walter that is not Peter.

I studied the game a little more carefully. It was simple really, you get 10 shots at small moving targets, hit five, win a stuffed animal the size of a cold, well the supersize one anyway. Hit all 10 and you can either have 2 small prizes or anyone of the larger prizes, which just happen to include a certain Scooby Doo, the size of Ella. I've had to shoot harder targets, and THEY were shooting back. This should be easy enough.

"Ella, it just so happens your Aunt Liv is good at this game, so I think Scooby Doo will get to go home with us." She squealed in sheer delight, and took my hand, pulling me toward the stand.

Peter's POV

"Peter you must try this ice cream, it's fantastic!" We went to this local diner to get the smoothie Walter so desperately wanted, only to change his mind at the last minute and get a waffle cup hot fudge sundae. He's had this obsession with food since he got out of St Claire's, maybe to make for lost time. Since according to Walter all they serve is mediocre dirt and "dreadful butterscotch pudding."

I shook my head, "No, Walter, it's all yours."

"You don't know what your missing son," shaking his spoon as he talked, effectively spattering us both with fudge. I don't know why Artemis didn't come."

I groaned inwardly, "Her name is Astrid, and she didn't come because she has something somewhat resembling a life outside of Fringe Division." Ice cream was dripping onto the counter. "Careful Walter, your ice cream's melting."

Walter frowned at his sundae muttering, "Well that certainly is problematic…" Then exclaimed, "Of course, if one were to mix an inhibitor in the ice cream, theoretically, it would restrict the molecules of the ice cream so it doesn't melt…" Walter went on mumbling about possible chemical makeup of such inhibitor.

In some ways Olivia's better at handling Walter than he is, she's naturally gifted with children. I thought about calling, then remembered she was out with Ella and listened to him for once, and turned off her phone. Which was definitely a good thing, it meant she was having a blast with Ella, not catching up on paperwork. It dawned on me we would be at the Lab all day. It's good that I have that new Dan Brown novel for such a day.

Walter interrupted my thoughts by saying, WAY to loud I might add, "Peter, I must take a piss, then we will go back to the lab and finish with those liquefied rat brains!"

I cringed inwardly and looked at everyone else at the diner, all of which who were staring at Walter with a mix of disgust and WTF!?! on their faces. I sighed for what felt like the hundredth time that day, "Walter, you can relieve yourself at the Lab lets go."

Once we got to the car I said, "You know Walter, we can't ever go to that diner again."

So, how was it? I want to put 2 more chapters on here and that should be enough. Anything I don't post by next Tuesday probably won't be posted for awhile. Please tell me what you think in a review.