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3. In Your Arms

Peter slept soundly. Olivia pressed against his chest, her skin was warm and smooth. Peter dreamt easily that night, unlike many nights before that. Tonight, he dreamt of Olivia. It wasn't just Olivia, the one he knew and worked with everyday. It was the Olivia he had seen open up to him that night. The Olivia he held in his arms as she cried, letting out everything she wanted so badly to keep in. To hide from the world.

He could hear her tossing and turning during the night. He could feel her shudder in her sleep and when he looked at her face, he could see silent tears streaming over her beautiful lips, falling onto the pillow. He held her tighter, wrapping his arm around her waist. She stopped shaking, placing her hand on his.

Her nightmares only got worse as the night drew on.

At one point, she woke up screaming, Peter jumping up in fright.

"God! Are you alright?" Peter asked, his pulse was racing and his breath was sharp.

"Yeah, I'm alright." she sighed, coming back to reality.

She had never dreamt of her father. She knew he was out there, every year she knew he would taunt her. But she had never feared that he would actually approach her. For once, she was fearful.

They both settled back down, Peter stroking her hair as she breathed evenly again. He buried his face in her blonde hair, kissing the top of her head.

The morning came on fast, the sun seeping through the closed curtains and into the dark room. They both stirred when Walter came knocking on the door.

"Son, are you and Miss Dunham appropriately dressed?" he asked through the door. Walter did this quite frequently. Whenever Olivia and Peter were in the same room together, door closed, even partially closed, he would ask if they were dressed before he entered. One would think Walter had too-high hopes for Olivia and his son.

"What is it, Walter?" Peter rolled his eyes and sighed heavily. Looking at the clock on the bedside table, Peter saw that it wasn't even 7 o'clock yet.

"I need you when your available." they heard his footstep leave toward the kitchen.

They both climbed out of the bed, standing up too fast, Olivia's head whirled and she nearly fell to the floor. Peter caught her before she hit the floorboards, wrapping his arms around her protectively.

Peter looked her in the eyes. Gazing. Bewildered. They were so beautiful, deep in colour. Olivia looked back at him.

"Peter, you can, ah, you can let go of me now." Olivia gasped, trying to catch her breath.

Peter let go of her and she steadied herself using the door frame.

They went to the kitchen were Walter was waiting impatiently.

"Yes, Walter? What is so urgent that I couldn't sleep in on a Sunday?" Peter complained.

"I need more strawberry and pineapple juice, and . . . Perhaps some vinegar."

Walter was still trying, unsuccessfully, to re-create his mystery drink.

"Alright. Fine." Peter turned to a scantily dressed Olivia, Peter's MIT shirt reached her knees. "I guess I'm going shopping. If you wanna come, we can stop by your place, get some of your clothes?" he suggested. Olivia nodded in agreement.

Peter rummaged through a drawer and found some sweatpants, handing them to Olivia. Having not wanted to go too far when he had dressed her before, he didn't dress her in pants, hence the long MIT shirt.

She shimmied into them and the duo left for Olivia's apartment.

"I can't go in there." they had arrived at her apartment, but Olivia stood frozen in the hallway.

"Okay, um, well what do you need?" Peter took the keys from Olivia's hand.

"Clothes, toiletries, that's about it."

Peter nodded, "You should call Rachel, check she and Ella are okay, find out where they are staying." he said before he entered the apartment.

Olivia followed his advice and dialled Rachel's mobile.

"Liv? Are you okay? Where are you?"

Olivia struggled for words, "I'm staying with Peter, till . . . Until I'm ready to go home."

"What happened, Liv?" Rachel's voice was full of concern.

Changing the topic, Olivia asked, "Where are you staying Rach?"

"You remember Debbie? You met her a few years ago."

"Yeah, I remember her." she recalled Ella's fifth birthday, Debbie and her son, Robbie? She wasn't sure of his name. Olivia had a tendency to 'tune out' when fit came to people and their personal lives. "Are you sure your alright there? I can ask Broyles to find you and Ella a temporary place till we can go home?"

"Don't worry. Deb said we can stay here as long as we need to. Take your time, Liv."

"Thanks."

Olivia hung up, putting her mobile back in her pocket. Olivia looked back at the partially closed door. She hoped that Peter was fine finding everything.

Peter rummaged through drawer after drawer in her bedroom until her found several of Olivia's shirts and pants. He had already packed her toiletries into the back pack he had found, now he needed to find pack Olivia's underwear. He found the drawer on his first attempt. Wanting to protect Olivia's love of privacy, he closed his eyes. Peter managed to find four bras and several pairs of underwear by tracing their shapes. As he packed them, he recognized the black set he had seen her wear the first time she went into the tank. Black underwear was all she seemed to have.

"Did you find everything okay?" Olivia asked when Peter emerged from her apartment, locking the door behind him.

"Yeah. Pretty easily. You're room is pretty much like Walter's."

Her eyebrows Rossetti in confusion.

"Toiletries under the bathroom sink. Underwear opposite your bed, but next to the bathroom door. And clothing in the drawer to the left of the door to your room."

"Ah." Olivia laughed at this unusual fact.

This was the first time Peter had heard her laugh since he took her in. For some reason he felt better. She was, for the most part, happy, and laughing.

Olivia climbed into the back seat of the car with her back pack of clothing. She turned son her back was to Peter. It took him several minutes to realise what she was doing.

"You . . . You're not getting changed in the back seat are you?" his voice broken, choking on his words.

Olivia slipped Peter's MIT shirt over her head. Peter looked in the rear-view mirror. Olivia had faint (near invisible) scars on her back.

"What happened? Where are the scars from?" he asked, trying to focus on the road and not half-naked-Olivia in the back seat.

She continued slipping a pale blue short sleeved shirt over her head and bang working on changing pants, "My father. Well step-father really, but we use to think of him like our father." she slipped off the sweat pants, and pulling out a pair of jeans from the back pack.

"I told you he was abusive. He would always feet angry, but mum always said it was because he was so stressed, so he drank, and when he was drunk he would hit us. Rachel would hid most of the time when he was drunk. He could never be bothered going to find her to hit her, or yell at her." Olivia continued getting dressed as if she wasn't speaking.

Fumbling with the jeans, she managed to pull them on. Clicking the seat belt in place, she turned back to face the front of the vehicle.

She saw Peter's shocked gaze through the rear view mirror.

"I was only nine years old and . . . I shot him. Mum would, couldn't stand up to him. But me, a nine year old did."

"No child should have gone through what you and Rachel did. You shouldn't have had to do what you did."

Olivia looked out the window. "It was justified."

They travelled in silence to the super market.

They wondered through the supermarket. Olivia walked in complete silence, trailing along behind Peter as he struggled to remember Walter's list.

Olivia held her head low. Her moment of laughter and happiness had only lasted, literally, a moment. Until Peter had asked about the scars. He had dug up those memories. He took away her moment.

Peter moved so he walked next to Olivia. Taking her hand in his, he gentle squeezed it reassuringly. She squeezed back, smiling slightly.

**Okay so I'm hoping this answered those questions. If you guys like it please review. If you guys want me to put in anything, a certain scene or moment, just say so, because I'm writing this as I get the ideas. . BTW I'm Australian, so I've been trying to Americanize what I can.**