Title: A Very Fringe St. Patrick's Day

Characters: Walter Bishop, Peter Bishop, Olivia Dunham, Astrid Farnsworth

POV: Walter, Olivia, Astrid

Genres: Holiday

Spoilers: You have to pretend 1.10 never happened because I want this to work with the rest of the "A Very Fringe Holiday" series.

Warnings: None

Challenges: St. Patrick's Day, "Kiss Me, I'm Irish", Dairy Queen

Part of a Series?: Yes, "A Very Fringe Holiday"

Word count:640

Walter strutted over to his lab assistant whom was busy with all the glassware he'd managed to dirty yesterday.

"Kiss me, I'm Irish," he demanded.

She looked up at him, her eyebrows raised. "Pardon?"

"I saw a girl wearing a button that said it." He leaned across the desk. "Kiss me, I'm Irish."

She gave an irritated sigh and went back to cleaning the flasks before repeating what he had said in the most skeptical tone he'd ever heard her use. "You're Irish."

"For you I am. I mean, if that's what it'll take for you to kiss me," he said, suspecting his flirtatious mood had something to do with all the Bailey's he'd snuck out of the minibar this morning.

She paused in the washing of the flask in hand. "Wait, so you're serious?"

"Absolutely."

"No. Go kiss Gene."

Walter grumbled and went over to his cow friend who never turned him down.

Across town, Peter and Olivia sat in the parking lot of a Dairy Queen waiting for an informant from Intrepius to show up. Olivia was snacking on an order of french-fries that she was dipping in the chocolate of a fudge sundae and Peter was enjoying a truffle blizzard.

"Isn't it funny that TV shows always portray people meeting up in luxurious hotels or underground parking structures?" she contemplated.

"Yeah. This place is perfect: public, low key, three different exits in the parking lot, and the best frozen yoghurt in town."

"By now you must be considered a "valued customer"," Olivia joked.

He looked like he was going to say something clever back when he pointed out across the parking lot. "Hey, is that the guy?"

She studied the man Peter was pointing at then held out her fries. "No. Want some?"

He pulled a few of the crispy potatoes out. "Thank you."

"So how are you and Walter?" she asked leaning back into her seat.

"Fine." His next words came out slightly tense sounding. "And, um, how are Ella and Rachel?"

Olivia studied the sprinkles on her sundae. "Good."

They were silent there after and the informant never showed.

Astrid meandered over to Walter, who was hunting and pecking on his typewriter—at the moment, it looked like he was typing out, "The Mouse's Tale" from Alice's Adventure in Wonderland.

"Hey, Dr. Bishop," she said and he pushed away from his desk, making his office chair spin round and round.

"Yes, my dear?" he said on one of his rotations.

"I got you something," she said holding out a small object that she had purchased up in the student bookstore.

He brought his chair to a halt. "What's this for—oh! Oh yes! I know what this is!"

He happily attached the "Kiss Me I'm Irish" pin to his lab coat, admiring it and she smiled, pleased that this 99 cent treasure was something he liked.

"It looks very—mmph!"

Astrid pulled away from his sudden and very sloppy kiss, a little dumb founded. He smiled at her then roughly pinched her side.

"Ow!" she exclaimed, looking at him for an explanation.

He turned back to his typewriter. "You're not wearing any green."