Wow, wow, wow. I am so sorry for taking so long to update. Life is crazy, the times they are a'changin', and my professors just really love the idea of making me have to sit in my roomcave under a pile of books, completing their disgusting burden of schoolwork. So, today's story is brought to you by Teachers; because who needs a social life anyhow?

But, yeah. Here you go. I read a book recently that has a kind of drabble-y feel to it, and I liked the format of it, so I may change it up here. But, who knows? I'm feelin' this still, whatever this may be.

Anyhow, enjoy as always, Viva la Fringe, and all that Gene.


Walter looked up from his work as the thump of the lab's doors closing reverberated off of the walls in a jarring echo. Peter and Olivia strutted in, swathed in their warmest attire; cheeks still flushed a light rose from the unforgiving wind of the biting winter's day. A laugh surged between them, lighting up the room with palpable jubilance. Walter grinned as he worked intently on infusing novel and rousing tastes into chewing gum during his spare lab time, putting the finishing touches on the robust taste of his pork chop and mint jelly concoction before testing it.

Peter beamed as he approached, hands ceremoniously shoved into the depths of his pockets.

"Hey Walter, we just stopped by to grab those samples we had you prepare," he said nonchalantly, jabbing a thumb towards the expected location of the specimens as he purposefully swaggered towards the lab table opposite Walter, Olivia at his heels.

Peter looked at the table's surface, brow furrowed as his gaze roamed the contents of the bench for the desired vials. Olivia assisted in the search, shifting through papers and glassware, knowing very well that a Walter Workspace was always a catastrophe of paramount proportions. Peter's eyes fell on the centrifuge in front of him finally, nodding to Olivia wordlessly to designate his findings. She moved in close to him, ready to help if need be.

"Alright, son. But, when you've collected what you need, I have to show you something very ex- WAIT PETER DON'T!"

But before Peter could heed his father's warning, he unfastened the rumbling centrifuge to a cannon shot of gooey, red substance to the face. He and Olivia's reaction time was nearly nonexistent as they were violently slapped by the viscous, mid-recoil. Knowing very well the sludge covering their faces, hair and general entirety could be anything under the sun, they both stood erect, faces pulled impossibly taut in an attempt to delay any kind of contamination.

"Oh! You both! My eggplant-gooseberry smoothie was almost complete! Didn't you see the vials sitting over there on the chair?" Walter replied in a frustrated tone, huffing under his breath as they both turned on the spot to face him.

"I'll go get towels. You hooligans STAY THERE," Walter chastised as he walked from his desk, presumably venturing to the janitor's closet down the hall from the lab.

"You know, in terms of crap we've been hit with during our time in Fringe Division, I'd say exotic, fruity drinks are acceptable. At least there were no people chunks involved," Peter said, his reply dripping with ritualistic sarcasm.

Olivia chuckled while she felt Peter's gentle hand brush over her eyes as he smeared the beverage away, allowing her to finally unclench the muscles in her face and see him. He had gotten the brunt of the fiery assault, the ruby contents dripping off his chin at an unyielding pace as they fell sloppily to the floor. Their laughs mingled as she removed her leather gloves and dropped them on the table, carefully making sure not to spread any of the goopy mess. She ran her hands over his face, whisking away some the gunk and lazily spraying it on the ground with a flick of her wrist. Peter brought his own fingers to her hair, tousling the mess out of the stained tendrils framing her face. In one swift motion he cupped her cheeks and pulled her in, lips softly mingling with hers in light-hearted amusement. She yanked at his lapels, towing him closer as the smoothie squelched through her fingers. Their faces slid in unison, sticking to one another's occasionally from the blending sugary paste.

When they split with an audible squish, Peter smacked his lips ostentatiously in mock curiosity.

"Hey, that's not actually that bad. But, as Walter always says, you gotta' try something more than once to get a true measure of a taste," he exclaimed coyly as he wrapped his arms around her, a mischievous smile spreading across his soaked features.

For once, Olivia could actually get behind the ludicrous rambles fueled by the Bishop Stomach.

fin!


Bleeeeeep blorp. Suggestions as always, AND I WILL GET TO THOSE SOONVENTUALLY. SUMMER, OH SUMMER, COME TO ME. Also '.