Wow! Two uploaded chapters in one week? I told ya I'm trying to catch up!

Unbetaed. The mistakes are mine. I do not own anything to do with Fringe(sadly).

This chapter takes place after then end of episode 2.05 "Dream Logic."

Peter is tired of being shut out does something about it.

Activated-Chapter 6

5:20PM November 05, 2010

Peter Bishop looked out over the deck at the rear of their new apartment with a beer bottle in hand.

For the twentieth-something time that late afternoon he thought about Olivia Dunham, and how he was certain he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. Right now. Starting tonight, but it wasn't happening. Nothing had happened since she got home from the hospital. It seemed to be business as usual with her. Peter took another swig from his bottle.

He had thought that after Walter left them alone in Seattle that something might have happened out there, but she was still in emotional pain. Surprisingly, she had opened up to him for a few minutes, talking about Charlie, saying he was gone and he wasn't coming back. But with those words Peter realized she had meant both men. Charlie and John. The two most influential men in her life-her partner and her lover-both now gone forever. Peter swallowed hard. He hoped someday that he would be included in her list of influential men, filling both categories, without the tragic ending.

Peter had had to work hard to quickly choke down the emotion he felt when her tears started in Seattle.

There had been no time to grab her and hold her, to comfort her as he wanted to do. She had jumped off the couch in her room, excusing herself under the guise of going to help in the investigation. When the door quickly closed behind her all Peter could hear was the sound of his beating heart.

How had he gotten to this point? He had been Peter Bishop, con man extraordinaire. Every day a different scam and a different woman. Well, almost every day. Yet for months now he longed for just one woman, who seemed to be always paradoxically close by and yet so far away-especially recently.

Peter took another swig.

He couldn't explain how he knew it but Peter knew something was going on with her. Something new.

Olivia was preoccupied with something besides trying to heal both mentally and physically after her devastating accident and killing a shapeshifting bastard masquerading as her partner. Something else was definitely going on with her. Peter could feel it but he couldn't define it, and it was driving him crazy. In that moment looking out into the dark he vowed to take action to find out what it was, as soon as possible.

Suddenly, his mind took him to a darker place. What if it's not a what but a who? What if she's seeing someone, he thought to himself. Is she talking with someone? Because she's barely talking with me.

And he hated that part most of all. He hated that she'd shut him out when he wanted to talk with her about the violent headache days ago, and hated it even more so now as he thought about it.

Then an idea, like the proverbial light bulb turning on, popped into his mind. He would check out her cell phone and GPS. Investigate a little. Find out who she was talking to and where she'd been.

With any other person Peter would not have hesitated a second, but with Olivia...Peter sighed.

He knew she would hate it, would kill him if she found out. But he knew he would do anything, legal or not, if in the end it would help her get back to where she was before all of this.

As Peter stood there on their new balcony watching the evening sun set over greater Boston, he solidified the where and when of his plan.

5:20AM November 06. 2010

The clandestine nocturnal activity had left him wired. Peter Bishop sat quietly at their new kitchen table with a styrofoam cup of Dunkin Donuts coffee in his hand, staring at his FBI-issued laptop.

He desperately hoped Walter would not choose this particular morning to wake up earlier than usual.

Reluctantly Peter reviewed for the third time the data he'd obtained from her cell and GPS that was now on the screen.

Olivia had started receiving calls from a man named Sam Weiss. The most recent was while they were in Seattle. Peter swallowed the bile welling up in his throat. He traced the Boston-based phone number back to a bowling alley in South Boston. Bowling? He said to himself. She's barely started walking without that cane. Bowling?! He thought increduously.

Peter Bishop was pretty sure he knew a bit about Olivia Dunham. Bowling was not a part of her daily or weekly activity as far as he knew. In fact, in the year or so they had been thrown into working together for the Fringe Division she had not mentioned bowling once. It just seemed...strange.

Even more strange was the fact that her GPS showed she had driven from her home to said bowling alley four times in the last ten days! What was the deal? Was she meeting this Sam Weiss person at this bowling alley? To do what with him, actual bowling?!

Peter fished in his pocket for the roll of Tums and stuck two into his mouth. He didn't like the direction his thoughts were leading. If Sam Weiss was a man, was she having a relationship with him? Of course Olivia was a grown woman free to do as she pleased, but Peter had always envisioned him and her getting together in the future. Thoughts of Olivia with any other man were totally unacceptable. Now if Sam Weiss were a woman, what would that mean? A therapist maybe? But in a bowling alley? It was a possible although unlikely explanation. And he didn't blame her. Who could imagine the emotional aftermath of visiting another dimension and then literally falling out of it?

He knew in his heart what he needed to do. He just dreaded doing it. There was a lot to lose if she found out. Olivia Bishop wasn't just his co-worker or just a part of his little dysfunctional family in the lab. If the truth be told, she was his everything. Everything he wanted, everything he thought he needed, but everything he didn't have. He certainly did not want to jeopardize any chance he might have with her. But Peter Bishop was very worried about her. He had to know what was going on.

Wrinkling his brow, Peter rubbed his eyes with his hand and made a decision. Tonight. He would make sure she was safely tucked away at home and then he would check it out. He would find this Sam Weiss person and make them talk.

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6:20PM November 06, 2009

Peter could actually feel Olivia arriving at her street before he even saw her vehicle. She's OK tonight. Peaceful vibes, he told himself. He felt dirty watching her from a block away walking up her steps and unlocking the door to her apartment. But he still felt he was doing the right thing. Peter waited until Olivia closed the outer door behind her. Then he started counting down the minutes. After ten minutes passed he started up the Vista Cruiser and headed for the bowling alley in Southie.

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6:31PM November 06, 2009

Olivia opened the front door to her apartment and looked around. She couldn't explain why but she felt as though someone had been watching her place. Not seeing anything she shrugged and closed the door again double-checking to make sure it was properly locked.

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6:50PM November 06, 2009

The bowling alley looked as though it had been built in the 1950's. Peter tried hard to visualize Olivia getting out of her SUV with her cane and walking into the entrance.

As Peter made his way down the long flight of stairs he could appreciate how much effort it must have taken her to get up and down those stairs four times, especially that first time when she was having a lot of trouble getting around. She must have been determined to get here. Why?he asked himself.

He swallowed the lump of emotion in his throat, all the more determined to complete his task.

The stairway emptied out into a low-ceilinged, brightly lit area. It crtainly appeared to be an ordinary bowling alley. Nothing stuck out about the place. Peter made his way toward the long counter and the unattractive hirsute man standing behind it.

"Hi. I'm looking for Sam Weiss," Peter said trying to come off as sounding friendly and casual.

The dark-haired man's eyes widened for a moment. Then he locked cold eyes on Peter.

"And you are?" Sam asked.

Peter looked around to make sure no one else was within earshot. His gut told him this man was Sam Weiss but Peter played along.

"I want to speak with him about Agent Olivia Dunham."

Sam Weiss continued to stare Peter Bishop down. After what seemed like forever Sam spoke.

"OK. Let's go to Lane four," Sam said showing no emotion. He stepped out from behind the counter and led Peter to the fourth lane where they sat in the multi-colored seats. Sam Weiss marveled at the intensity of Peter's gaze. Oh boy, he thought.

Suddenly Peter felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up straight. This man was trying to get into his thoughts! Peter was stunned and blocked him as quickly as he could. Sam was mentally very strong, and Peter felt the strain while trying to keep him out of his head. As quickly as the feeling started it ceased. Sam and Peter both took a deep breath.

"Peter Bishop, correct?"

Peter cocked his head. "How did you-"

"You do realize, Mr. Bishop, I read up on all my clients. You are Dr. Walter Bishop's son, and currently, his legal guardian. You, and Agent Dunham, and a Junior Agent er, Farnsworth, that's it-with the additional help of your father work cases of Fringe science for the FBI."

Peter tried to keep in control of his sudden anger. He stuck his hands in his pants pockets and balled them into fists.

Sam Weiss stared long and hard at Peter in the silence. He felt sorry for him for two reasons.

Firstly, Peter felt out of control now because a perfect stranger, a civilian no less, just recited classified FBI information back to him, and secondly, Sam was pretty sure he knew why Peter was confronting him here and now. Peter Bishop was in love with Olivia Dunham. By the look on his face he had it bad for her, and Sam would bet his next paycheck that Olivia Dunham did not know Peter's true feelings towards her. Even if she did it didn't matter. She was totally preoccupied right now with restoring herself to her previous level of functioning. Sam remembered all too well what that felt like. Yes, Peter Bishop truly had his work cut out for him.

Finally looking away from Sam,Peter tightened his fists in his pockets, trying to tamp down the desire to hit the smug bastard. So he knows about us, and the Fringe Division. So what! Remember what you're doing here, he thought to himself. Do it for Livia, for her.

"So what do you want to know about Agent Dunham?" Sam asked to get Peter's attention back.

Just hearing her name on this guy's lips was pissing Peter off. He clenched and unclenched his hands yet again.

Peter looked back at Sam Weiss trying to put on an unaffected face, but when it came to Olivia Dunham it was getting harder and harder for him to disguise his feelings.

"Is she making any progress? Is she getting better?" Peter tried not to sound as desperate for information as he actually was.

"She has made some progress." Sam grew quiet and gave him a sympathetic look. "Why don't you ask her about it?"

Peter looked away from Sam and down at his shoes. "She won't talk to me about it. She's...shutting me out, " he said resignedly, and grew quiet.

Bingo!! Sam said to himself. Bishop's in love with her. Sam wanted to smile, thrilled that he was correct, but he did not want to get punched in the face. Plus, the genius needed someone to show him what he himself could not see. Sam counted to five, took a breath, and then responded.

"To people like Olivia, control is everything. In their work and in their personal life." Sam looked to make sure Peter was listening. "She doesn't want you to see her out of control. Weakened. She's probably embarrassed by what you've already seen of her since the accident."

Peter remembered the look on her face that time she realized she shot at his head missing him by mere inches-embarrassment, shame, and shock all mixed together. Peter realized what Sam was saying made sense. Peter looked back at Sam studying his face.

"Space. Distance. Time. That's what Olivia thinks she needs right now. Give her those.

But don't act disinterested either. Just don't pressure her to open up. She will when she's ready."

"How long do you think that will be-knowing what you know about her injuries?" Peter asked way too quickly. Sam stared at Peter again. They are always so impatient.

"Hard to say. Probably not too long from now. She's already walking and holding her gun better. Focusing better. My guess would be a few more weeks, more or less."

Peter knew he'd wait a lifetime for Olivia to come around, but he hoped it wouldn't take more than the few weeks Sam suggested. It felt good just to have an approximation rather than no idea. The hands that were previously balled up in his pockets were now hanging between his legs. He rubbed them together lost in thought.

"It was really hard for her to lose them you know. Her lover and partner and her other partner. That's a lot of loss. Don't fuck it up for her, Bishop." Sam stared at Peter and raised an eyebrow.

Peter shook his head 'no' and stood up. The meeting was over. He took a few steps away but then turned back around toward Sam Weiss. "Thanks," was simply all he said.

Sam nodded his head in acknowledgment, almost smiling. Then he stared in realization at Peter Bishop, his eyes very wide.

"Something wrong?" Peter asked, knitting his brow together.

"N-no. I just thought of something I have to do," Sam lied.

Peter turned and walked away.

I must be mistaken. Bishop has a glow around him? Walter's son?! How is that possible?

Sam Weiss watched as Peter ascended the stairs. I wonder who else knows, he thought to himself.

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7:22PM November 06, 2009

Olivia Dunham set her paperback down on the table. There it was again. A feeling, like something was 'off' for lack of a better term. Something out of sorts. For some reason the feeling reminded her of science class when two things of the same polarity repelled, very strongly. Weird to think of that. At least it wasn't like that pressure headache out of nowhere twenty minutes ago. The one that ended almost as quickly as it started. Huh. Well, no more Jack Daniels for me tonight, she thought to herself.