Home for the Fight

Spoilers: Season 1, Season 2, Season 3(Olivia, The Box, The Plateau, Do Shapeshifters Dream of Electric Sheep, Amber 31422, 6955 kHz, The Abducted).

Disclaimer: If I owned Fringe...Olivia would be on the right side and with Peter.


They all walked in tactically, the New York FBI agents aware they were looking for someone who looked like Olivia and they'd know the difference by the fact Olivia was with them in an FBI jacket.

They made their way down to the platform and waited, Broyles and two agents were out in the open. Peter and Olivia as well as Amy stood at the rear, two other agents were getting people off the platform as quickly as they came out.

She emerged in a black leather jacket, backpack and jeans, hair in a ponytail. She looked up to see Broyles and he eyed her. She turned to see Peter and Amy, Olivia hiding from sight at the moment.


"We know who you are." Broyles looked at her, "you're Olivia Dunham, agent of Fringe Division from the other side." He took a step towards her, "we know you plan on giving them the pieces of the device. Hand over the bag now."

"Peter," she looked at him, "this is insane, you know me."

He chuckled and shook his head, "do I? I may have been blind once but not this time, not after having seen the truth."


With that she ran, jumping down and headed towards the tunnel. Peter was behind her quicker then he thought he could possibly run. He didn't know if it was the adrenaline or the fact with the bitch on the loose, his Olivia was in danger.

Broyles was behind them as well as Amy, however once again they underestimated Olivia as she appeared at the tunnel's end gun drawn. Her alternate saw this and stopped, she turned and pointed her weapon at Peter.

"I'll do it," she smirked at Olivia, "don't think I won't."

Olivia didn't move, she noticed Peter coming to a stop, gun drawn as well. "You might as well give up. I'm back and they know the truth."

Her alternate lowered her weapon, enough for Peter to lower his but a minute later with quick reflexes, Olivia watched her alternate shoot Peter.


He fell back, his shoulder bleeding as the vest didn't protect his shoulder. Olivia rage began to boil over, Peter…her main reason for returning had just been shot. As if without thinking, even as Broyles and Amy arrived, Olivia threw her hand out and her alternate was thrown into the brick wall, knocked unconscious.

Olivia rushed to Peter, "Peter?" She placed her hand over his wound and turned his face to hers. "Hold on Peter, do you hear me?"

He looked at her, his good arm raised up and his hand touched her cheek. "I deserve this Olivia, being shot."

"Well you don't deserve to die," she looked up to see Amy dialing for an ambulance. Looking down at Peter, Olivia covered his hand with her own. "I came back for you, the entire time all I wanted was you…to keep me safe, to hold me when I was scared…to be my best friend. I made mistakes too…when I thought I was her, I was with her fiancé and now, I wish I could take it back and know it never happened. It can't, I moved on knowing the blame falls on your father not me and certainly not you, it all lands on your father and her."


Broyles walked over and bent down, "how is he?"

"I'm great, never thought I'd deserve getting shot but…" Peter's hand dropped from Olivia's cheek and he tried to sit up but Olivia pushed him back. "I'm fine."

"You were shot, lay still Bishop before I stop resisting the urge to shoot you for your stupidity."

Peter chuckled and eyed her, "you never cease to amaze me Olivia Dunham."


The EMTs were soon helping Peter onto the stretcher and he was heading to the hospital. As they were loading him, he caught Olivia's arm with his good hand. She knew he wanted her to come but she had to stay at the scene.

"I'll be there as soon as I deal with this," she looked at one of the EMTs, "where are you taking him?"

"New York Memorial."

Olivia nodded and squeezed his hand, "I'm not going anywhere." Looking at the guy beside the gurney she smiled, "if he gets too annoying, don't be afraid to use a sedative."

"Dunham," Broyles joined them, "go with Bishop, we have things here."


She loaded on with Peter and the men, she grasped Peter's hand in hers. He smiled at her, "don't leave."

"Never again." She smiled and reached up, brushing her hand through his curls. "Just try not to get shot again."

"We're going to give you some morphine, it may make you drowsy." The EMT pushed the morphine into Peter's IV, the other was working on his shoulder wound as best as he could.

Peter saw Olivia begin to blur, "be there when I wake up?"

"Yeah, just don't run off this time." She squeezed his hand and looked at the EMT after Peter was knocked out, "what was that really…he's had morphine before."

"It was morphine ma'am," the EMT showed her the vial, "he's just lost a lot of blood so it has more of an effect."


A/N: Even when shot Peter is still a wise-ass...good luck in the future Olivia!