Happiness doesn't lasts forever.

For the first time in a long time, Olivia Dunham felt love like no other. Furthermore she wanted that love to last an eternity. For three years now, Frank had made her the happiest woman on Earth. He didn't give her the moon, he gave her a diamond, an Ace of Diamond. Except for when he was away on relief missions, they were virtually inseparable. Their island sanctuary became a second home. Every moment together was spent away from the hustle and bustle of a universe in decay. Olivia found she could put away the burdens she shoulders everyday to be with Frank. And that wasn't a bad thing. Then there were times when it felt like a dream.

The acrid smoke that filled the jungle reeked of charred metal and had the stench of burnt flesh. Wherever this place was it offered little to no visibility at all. Olivia coughed; the wretched vapours seemed to seep into her pores. She didn't know what she would find. When Olivia made it to a clearing, she covered her mouth in revulsion to the carnage in front of her, the remains of the cockpit and its dead pilot. Although she didn't know him, Olivia couldn't help shedding a tear.

The rest of the helicopter laid a few meters away. The debris from this end laid crumpled like an aluminum can. Olivia rushed over to find its occupant missing.

"Olivia..."

The voice was barely a whisper, but she likened it to a shout. What Olivia saw made her heart stop. Frank... He was still alive...

He was thrown clear from the crash, leaving his legs to lie in an unnatural position. With all her might Olivia hoisted Frank into her arms, mindful of his injuries. She managed to position his head against her chest.

"I...ahh...love you..."

Time slowed to a stop after he said this. With these words Frank exhaled his last breath. Olivia held on even tighter and caressed his lifeless head to kiss him. Wake up Baby. Please wake up. This can't be real.

"Ahhh!"

Frank heard Olivia's cry. Ascending the stairs to his bedroom, he pulled her into a protective embrace.

Olivia lowered her hands from her face, when she saw Frank there. She gripped him with shear desperation. "Oh Frank!"

"Hey..." Olivia was trembling in his arms. When her shaking did not cease, Frank became concerned. "Olivia...Hey. What's wrong?"

Olivia stayed quiet in his arms for a while longer. After all she had been through, she believed strongly in premonitions. It's only a dream she kept repeating it to herself like a mantra. She rather hope to just let it be a nightmare and nothing more. "Bad dream?" She nodded.

Olivia managed to calmed down and placed a kiss on his cheek. "Thanks Frank. I'm feeling better now."

Frank stroked her face and leaned in to kiss her forehead. "Come on." She scooted over as he moved to lie down with her. She nestled in the crook of his neck as he stroked her back. The feelings of dread was slowly dissipating.

"What about your trip?"

"I can take a later flight." Olivia nodded.

Frank pulled up the long drive to drop Olivia off at her mother's house. He got out of the car to say goodbye to her. She didn't want to let him go, but she knew he had his duties. But she couldn't shake the fact during the ride over, she had a renewed feeling of uneasiness growing in the pit of her stomach. "Oh! I'll be back before you know it."

Frank. You know me too well.

"When I come home, I promise we'll spend a month at the treehouse."

"You mean our beach." He chuckled.

"Yes our beach." She smiled.

They shared a long lingering kiss before he climbed back into the car and drove off. She raised her hand to wave him goodbye.

~x~

"Stop! Stop the simulation!"

Peter Bishop repeated his command to make sure he was heard. The latest readings from the teleportation experiment was the reason behind his concern.

"The data suggests that there was an increased level of destabilization. If Walter's equations were correct, that could translate to a prominent fringe event on the other side."

Brandon believed Peter's assessment, but wanted to take a look at the data himself.

He scanned through all the anaysis on the screen with precision of a robot. "Noooo. It did something worst."

Peter stared at Brandon questioningly. He didn't understand what he was getting at.

"Look at the indicator. The test results show an actual destabilization did occurred for the other reality."

That was not good. Not good at all.

~x~

Olivia picked up the phone after the first ring.

"Hello?"

It was Broyles.

"It's about Frank isn't it?"

"I'm afraid so. His plane disappeared halfway over the Atlantic. Thus far searchers have been unable to locate the wreckage. But I'm pretty sure the plane must have broke upon impact with the surface. And in these frigid waters... I'm sorry, Dunham. I don't see how there could be any survivors."

"Thank you for calling, sir."

Olivia replaced the handset without taking her eyes off of it. Her mother watched her from the kitchen. She didn't have to be told to know something was not right. She put her arms around Olivia, who couldn't hold back the tears anymore.

I am keeping track of all the characters. Still have to catch up with Walter, Peter, Astrid and all the fine folks on the other side, in the next few chapters.