Destined

Spoilers: All Seasons, mainly 6B and Subject 13 promo

Disclaimer: I do not own Fringe, wish I did.


The plane ride home Peter found Olivia relaxing with his favorite book. He sat down next to her and placed something on top of the book. Olivia took it and found it was a CD of Barry White's greatest hits.

"You said you loved his music and I saw a music store next to the restaurant."

She smiled and looked at the back intently before looking at Peter with a smile. "That is just so sweet and so kind of romantic. Thank you Peter."

"Anything for you." He leaned back and looked at her. "What do you think of it?"

Olivia saved her page and looked at the cover as she closed it. "I like it so far, makes me question some things about myself already."

"It has a tendency to do that."


Walter walked over and sat down across from them, "this whiskey is perfectly aged...twenty years."

"Great, now my father is going to be drunk, not just crazy." He looked at Olivia, "want a glass?"

"That would be great."

Peter nodded and stood up, kissing her head as he did and made his way to the bar. Olivia was about to go back to her book when Walter's eyes caught hers, she closed the book and looked at him waiting for him to speak. "I didn't mean to interrupt this morning my dear, I do apologize."

"It's fine Walter, we were laughing loudly. What time did you get home last night?"

"Nina's wonderful driver brought me home, I arrived at 1:34...I knew Peter would be asleep so I just went to bed."


Olivia knew she and Peter were not asleep at one in the morning...she had gotten there at ten and they didn't fall asleep till around three since they talked for an hour or two after making love two, maybe three times...she had lost count as her brain was barely working from the ecstasy that she had still been coming down from an hour after the physical activities had stopped. She remembered he had held her as they lay talking; it was almost a whisper so she knew Walter hadn't heard them and had assumed Peter was asleep.

"I hope you two have made up."

"We have, thank you for your attempts but it was something that Peter and I had to personally deal with." His words made her mind rush back to the night before, they had made up alright. Their love making had been sweet and gentle and as if Peter had never been with any version of her, as if he had never gotten a glimpse of her in a black bra and bikini bottoms their first case together nor the ones after that. She'd seemed as much a mystery to him as he had been to her, she wanted that every chance they got because when he looked at her...in those moments he was only focused on her, she was his entire world and everything else disappeared. In those moments she wasn't an FBI agent or the Guardian or even a soldier...she was just a woman who was being cherished and loved, treasured for everything that lay inside her and that had never happened before.

"Here," Peter's voice made her look up; she accepted the tumbler of whiskey as he sat down. "Broyles says there was an incident down in Jacksonville so the plane is diverting there. Lavatory is empty if you want to change; I know you brought your bag just in case we had a case."


Olivia nodded and got up, stepping around Peter but handed him her glass and book, which he took without question. Broyles walked over as the lavatory door closed, he sat down next to Walter and looked at Peter. "How much do you know about time travel?"

"Uh, that its dangerous...a single misstep can void the future. I would also say impossible but we do the impossible every day. What happened, why time travel?"

Broyles eyed him, "a young girl came through with a young boy, when asked their names they stayed silent. I have photographs and I was hoping either Olivia or Walter could identify them." He laid out photos of the children, "do you know who these people are?"


Peter saw the picture of a young girl, blond and somehow he remembered her but he didn't know where from. Picking up the picture, "I know this girl, I can't remember where but I know her." He looked up at Walter, "do you know who she is?"

"Who?" Olivia came out and Peter handed her the picture, "where'd did this come from...this is me when I was seven."

"That's you, but I know that girl...in the photo. I can't remember where but I remember her...like a dream. How can that be you...we never met before three years ago, I would remember meeting you."

"And I'd remember you," both looked at Walter who was staring at the boy, "Walter...did you show Peter my photo as a child?"

"No, no I remember this...I remember when you disappeared. We searched everywhere for you and we assumed you had crossed over like we asked. I don't understand how this can be." He put the photo down and took the one from Olivia's hand, starring at it. "Why, how are you...you were never meant to remember that's why it's a dream to you and Olivia's trials with the Cortexiphan blinded her from it. These children," he held up both photos, "are you...when you met as children. It was by chance on the other side, shortly before Peter became sick...before I took you. You crossed over and met him in a field when he ran away from home. After I took him, I never realized that you had met so when I brought Peter to the day-care...you had an instant connection. I knew you could take Peter back and when you disappeared for three days we all thought you had, like we asked. However you returned, somehow a bond had developed...like the one you had with Nick Lane but we severed it, we had to.

"We separated you for days, subjected you to shock treatments Peter and Olivia was given Nick Lane as a partner in the studies...the psychic bond transferred. We had to separate you and in the end it did far too much damage...Peter forgot his childhood and you and you forgot everything and him, the reason we had to separate you was because of what you witnessed days ago. We feared quantum entanglement if you weren't separated...I see now that while most faded, not everything did...that's why you two are driven towards each other."


"You knew all this time that Olivia and I met as children...why didn't you tell us?"

"Memories," they looked at Olivia, "he feared memories would rise up...he was afraid of the bond. Walter how strong was it?"

He looked at them, "I can't explain it, you were...you were part of each other. His thoughts, your thoughts...as if you knew what would be thought of before it was, silent communication with not even looking at each other but Peter was never treated with Cortexiphan so we knew you had caused it Olivia...unintentionally but even more so it had to be broken. I have videos of it at the day care, I can show you. You cannot interact with them, one wrong word or gesture could change everything...I can't either but you can," he pointed to Broyles, "you'll have to question them. I will give you questions to ask but you cannot tell them anything about me or Olivia or Peter...its imperative Agent Broyles that the timelines never be changed."


A/N: Yep, younger Peter and Olivia come through...we get a glimpse of their relationship as children and not much has changed.