Finding My Way Home
Spoilers: Season 1, Season 2, Season 3 (Mainly 3x09 Marionette).
Disclaimer: I do not own Fringe or its characters...enough said!
Once Ella was in bed asleep, Rachel headed up as did Olivia. Both found Peter on his bed writing in the journal.
"Wow, a guy that keeps a diary," Rachel laughed, "you're in trouble Liv."
Peter smirked, "especially since she gave it to me."
Olivia shrugged, "you had pieces of paper everywhere with your theories or notes."
"Uh huh, watch out...I might just sneak a peek." Rachel smiled, "see you in the morning, you two behave and don't do anything I wouldn't." She smirked and headed to the guestroom, closing the door behind her.
Olivia walked to the bag that sat in the desk chair, pulling out a shirt and sweatpants as well as toiletries. Going to the master bathroom, she dressed and brushed her teeth, a knock came before the door opened.
"I need to..." Peter was met with her holding out his toothbrush and Olivia moving to the side to give him room. "Thanks."
Afterwards Olivia leaned against the door and watched him through the mirror. Peter noticed her shirt for the first time and gave a small smirk of which she eyed him. "What?"
He rinsed and turned to her, placing his hands on her waist. "Run out of shirts Dunham or are you just resorting to stealing?"
Olivia looked down and sighed, she was wearing his MIT shirt. She smirked and looked up at him as she did, "some guy left it at my place and I decided to keep it, he shouldn't have left it if he expected to keep it."
Peter chuckled and leaned into her, Olivia let him kiss her and leaned up on her toes as her arms snaked around his neck. The need for air drove them apart minutes later, Peter gave her a small chaste kiss before letting her go. "Well it makes you look sexy as hell, keep it."
He turned out the bathroom light before slipping back into the bedroom, Olivia followed and pulled back the covers before getting in. She turned off the light and turned over to find Peter sitting on his side writing in the journal.
"What do you write in there?"
"Everything, my thoughts, theories and memories although a good fifteen pages has been blacked out." He showed her part of the book, thick black permanent marker covered the pages. "Anything that deals with those two months was blacked out...I want no reminder."
"Doesn't help with the memories."
"Don't remind me," he sighed and placed the journal down, "its almost full, I'll have to get another one soon." Turning out the lamp, he turned over and looked at Olivia.
She moved towards him and he wrapped his arm around her, she tucked her head under his chin and slipped one of her legs between his. "Goodnight Peter."
"Goodnight baby." He kissed her head and closed his eyes, taking in a breathe to memorize her shampoo.
A/N: You know the funny thing is, with the way the characters are...I can actually see this happening if they were forced to bunk together. Next is Christmas morning with Ella and the domestic task of making breakfast.