Peter really enjoyed sex. But he could never find full fulfillment because he really desired an emotional bond with his partner. This rarely occurred for him. He normally ended up fucking a girl, giving her the best lay of her life. But he'd usually promptly leaving afterward. Physically relieved, yes, but lost and feeling somewhat dirty. He had a few trysts while working with Fringe Division, but as he became more enamored with Olivia, those rolls in the hay became non-existent. He soon endured years of sexual frustration, Olivia being the subject of his masturbatory fantasies.

When he first received the text message from the other Olivia, inviting him over to "talk," he never imagined she'd pull him into an intense make-out session against the wall. Promptly followed by dragging him to her bed. It was all over before he knew what had hit him. Over time, sex never seemed to be what he had hoped for. He never imagined that Olivia would be that way. It was intense and physically satisfying, but looking back he could not say it was satisfying to his soul. Plus, she would not let him do all of things he imagined doing to Olivia, for Olivia. Peter was down-right uninhibited when it came to matters of sexual pleasure.

But the reality of making love to his Olivia for the first time took on a whole different depth of emotional resonance in his mind and soul. He had longed to touch her, to feel her, to taste her for ages. But he was afraid of jumping over her walls and defenses after all she had been through with John. She was rightfully scared and mistrustful.

The night she truly forgave him was forever engraved in his mind. The touch of her soft hand, gently taking the lead. The way her breath caressed his skin, giving him tingles of delight. The alluring taste of her lips and of other secret places reserved just for him. Her intense heat encasing him as they became part of each other. The look of a love so fierce, he could melt from the fear of losing it. Enjoyment from the fact that he was finally seeing the Olivia Dunham he so longed for, and damn, it was beautiful... How high he felt, when she sighed and moaned as they moved to an increased tempo. The sweet deluge of his nerve ending's exploding pleasure as she gripped him from the inside, taking him over the edge of love's embrace. The acute yet enticing smell of sweat and sex. Ecstasy, as they both quivered and returned back from the heights they had climbed together. The way his heart stopped when she told him that she loved him...

Peter never wanted to leave her side. He was the key that unlocked Olivia Dunham.

Soon, the joy and pain of his life was replaced with nothingness. No longer would he experience the simple gifts in life that he enjoyed so much. He accepted this, thankful for what he did have, and hoped his sacrifice was worth it all.

It all ends here and we're broken-hearted now.

In the darkness, he was aware of his consciousness. Yet, he could see no light, nothing but a black void surrounded him. Then he heard a familiar voice calling him back from the abyss.

"Peter!"

"Walter, he's over here! Oh Peter, come on, please be alive, sweetheart! He's breathing!"

Then light slowly came back, illuminating the source of the voice.

But he already knew who's it was.

A touch on his hand confirmed it.

Olivia.

"Welcome, back.."

It was the most joyous sound Peter had ever heard in his life. Joy. He could get used to the feeling of that again.

She held him so close to her, her wet tears touching his singed face. He could smell the scent he instantly recognized as her shampoo, making her all the more real to him. This was not a dream. What he was perceiving was very real. Olivia murmured many things to him, elated that he was not taken from her.

Walter soon joined in, his face covered in tears.

"Son, you're alive! Here, let me take care of your wounds."

Walter had a medical field kit at the ready. Olivia backed away, helping Walter clean Peter and cover the welts that covered his torso. They also bandaged around his eyes. He could see, but to open his eyes was painful. Peter felt as if his throbbing head would explode from the pressure inside. He felt like Hell. But he was alive and so was his family.

"You know, I now know what a fried piece of bacon feels like," Peter quipped.

Olivia smiled for the first time in days. But the reality of the situation set in. The landscape around them was vast and devoid of the touch of man. They weren't in Kansas anymore, so to speak. Just where was this OZ?

"We have no idea where we are..."

Shit...

Was there creation? Or destruction?. The rich and sensual imagery of his memories had done something. The joy and love had outweighed the pain. All Peter could tell was that there was escape for him, yet again. But this time, he was not alone.

"Well, we'll make the best of it. I love you Dad, and I love you Olivia. You both are my world. As long as I have you, nothing else matters."

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"Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome." - Isaac Asimov