"Am I interrupting something?"

At the sound of Lincoln's familiar voice Olivia quickly pulled her lips back from Peter's and turned her gaze to where her partner stood, eyebrows raised and an amused smile placed on his lips as he looked at the pair in front of him. Olivia pursed her lips and gave him a small grin of both amusement and embarrassment of being caught in the middle of their light make out session. Peter on the other hand looked more irritated than embarrassed about the interruption as he let out a frustrated sigh and looked over at him.

"Yeah, you are." Peter mumbled, not loud enough for Lincoln to hear, though Olivia definitely heard him because she squeezed his hand so hard that it made him wince. Olivia may look small and harmless but she was very strong, and she knew that as well as Peter did. Instead of saying anything else, Peter just took a step back from where Olivia sat, still holding onto her hand.

"No, it's fine." Olivia told him as she looked at her colleague. "What's up?"

"Oh, nothing really. Broyles just wanted me to drop off some files from the crime scene." Lincoln explained as he handed her a stack of files to go through. "By the way, what time tomorrow night?"

"What do you mean?" Peter asked with slight frown.

"The dinner at your house tomorrow night?" Lincoln said slowly as he looked at Peter, who just looked back at him with a clueless face.

"What dinner?" Olivia asked as she turned her head towards Peter.

"My words exactly." Peter said. "Lincoln, what are you talking about?"

"Well, your father invited Astrid and me to dinner at your house tomorrow night, something about celebrating." Lincoln explained. "He told me to bring beer and wine…You didn't know anything about this?"

"No…No this is all Walter." Peter told him.

"Does that mean I don't have to go buy beer tonight?" Lincoln asked him.

"No." Olivia told him as she looked at them. "Let Walter have his dinner to celebrate whatever it is that he wants to celebrate."

"You want to go to a dinner party?" Peter asked amusedly.

"You don't have to sound so shocked." Olivia said as she looked up at him. "Come on Peter, it might be fun."

"Fine." Peter agreed, both because Olivia wanted to and a part of him actually felt like it would be fun to get together with the whole team for once. "Lincoln, come by around seven or something. But you better bring that beer."

"Okay then." Lincoln said with a grin before he left again, leaving the files on one of the tables.

Peter sighed loudly as he turned around to look at Olivia who was still seated on the chair at the counter, looking at him with a small smile etched on her lips.

"Did I just agree to let my father organize a dinner party?" He said, more as a statement than a question.

"You did." Olivia said as she nodded slowly. "Look at the bright side. If there's alcohol and we're gonna drink, I'll have to sleep over."

"Oh, now I get it." He said with a smirk. "You're gonna use this as an excuse to get me drunk and defenseless so you can get lucky."

"You wish." Olivia said as she slapped his arm lightly, or well, somewhat lightly.

"No, no I get it." Peter said as he continued to tease her. "I can't blame you. Who wouldn't want this?"

"You're an idiot." Olivia said as she grinned at him.

"And you're kind of cute when you're frustrated." He said as he stepped closer and gave her a quick peck on the lips.

"As much as I am enjoying your sweet words, if we don't get back to work Broyles will probably fire me." Olivia said as she looked up at him.

"Fine, what do you want me to do?" Peter asked as he handed her the files Lincoln had left for them.

"Well, you can start by helping me understand the notes Walter made." Olivia told him. "They're written in 'Walter-language' and math so…"

"Right, but we need Walter's old notes on wormholes if I'm gonna be able to do this without his help." Peter told her as he grabbed the see-through whiteboard to write on. "He keeps them in the bathroom."

"I'll get them." Olivia said as she stood up and quickly got the old, dusty books from the cabinet under the sink in the small bathroom. The books were filled with information that Walter and William Bell had gained throughout the years they had worked together in the Harvard lab, at least that was what Walter had told them when Peter had found the pile amongst other things in the old car.

Peter had started to read them the same day as he had found them. He had spent the entire evening and half the night on the couch, reading page after page with endless mathematical equations and theories about negative energy, until Olivia had forced him to come to bed and sleep. She had tried to read the first few pages with him, though she had soon realized that more than half of the words being used in the text were words she had never heard before in her life.

"So you think this has something to do with time travel?" Olivia asked as she walked back into the room.

"No, not exactly." Peter said as he started writing things down on the whiteboard in front of him. "I think it has something to do with time displacement."

"And that means?" Olivia asked slowly, not really following what he meant.

"I think that something has disturbed or damaged the space-time continuum which then led to the rules becoming somewhat…unreliable." Peter tried to explain as easily as he could whilst continuing to write on the whiteboard. "I don't know what could have caused it though. That's more Walter's area of expertise."

"If the rules somehow have become unreliable, could that explain why the daughter reverted to a baby but the mother didn't?" Olivia asked as she followed the pencil in his hand as it moved across the board.

"Yeah, precisely." Peter told her as he looked over at her briefly. "I can't explain it yet but as far as I can tell, these anomalies are just going to keep on increasing exponentially. And if we can judge anything by the damage done by that fire in the apartment, these things are just going to keep on getting worse."

Olivia continued to watch as Peter scribbled all over the board, occasionally helping him when she actually understood what he was saying. He was drawing science far too advanced for her to understand everything. The equations were written with different signs that she had never even seen before in her life, but she was fine with it. In fact, she was glad that he could do the math for a while and then explain it to her in a way that someone without an IQ like Einstein could understand. Though, she had to admit that sometimes she secretly envied the abilities he had to so easily understand everything. Well, not everything. There were certain times where he could be pretty dumb. A very dumb smart guy.

"This is not working." Peter said as he let out a frustrated sigh and started to cross over the things he had written down. "I've got too many competing theories. I- I can't balance the equation…There's too many variables and not enough constants."

"Look at this instead then." Olivia said as she motioned for him to come over. "There have been 65 time slips in the past 72 hours, all of which occurred within a forty-mile radius of Downtown Boston."

"And because most people don't call in déjà vu to the FBI, we can assume that there are at least twice as many unreported." Peter said as he looked at the computer screen over her shoulder. "Is it already 5 p.m.?"

"Yeah why?" Olivia said as she turned her head slightly upwards to look at him.

"No reason." He said with a shrug. "Just didn't realize that I worked on that formula for two hours."

"You wanna head home?" Olivia asked and turned around fully in the chair, placing her hands around his waist as she looked up at him with a smile. "Order in some good chinese food and rent a movie?"

"I would love to, but I told Lincoln we'd go out for a few drinks." Peter said slowly, regretting he decision that he had not told her earlier. "But I'll tell him we can go another day."

"No, it's fine." Olivia said with a genuine smile, though Peter could see the slight disappointment in her eyes.

"You wanna come with then?" He asked slowly as he cocked his head to the side and smiled. "Lincoln won't mind."

"You know, I'm a bit tired. I'll just stay on the couch and watch some TV or something." She told him. "Peter, I'll be fine. Go, have fun."

"You sure?" He said with a smile.

"Yes." Olivia confirmed with a nod. "Just don't get too drunk, 'cause then I won't let you anywhere near my bed when you get home."

"Agreed." Peter said with a grin as he leaned down and gave her a soft kiss. "I should probably get Walter home soon though."

"Okay." Olivia said with a nod. "I'm just going to finish this up and then I'll head home."

"Don't wait up for me." Peter said as he kissed her quickly before leaving the lab in search of Walter.


Forty-five minutes later, after Walter had been dropped off at home with a cheeseburger and box of fries from Burger King, Peter was sitting on one of the uncomfortable stools at the end of the bar, a refilled glass of scotch in his hand. The bar was relatively empty, with the exception of a few lonely people at the tables, though it was only around six p.m. so he was not surprised. In approximately two hours, the bar would be packed with people getting wasted. The small bar was about a ten minute walk from the Harvard college campus, which meant this was one of the places where college students went after their classes were over for the day. It was cheap, but it was also the bar that served the best scotch in Boston.

Lincoln had arrived fifteen minutes after he had, ordered a glass of scotch for himself and then ha had sat down on the empty barstool next to Peter, who was already on his third glass. They had talked about work for a few minutes, going over different theories on what could have happened at the apartment, and then Lincoln had asked if he had talked to Walter about the dinner he was planning for the next night. However, the topic of the conversation had slowly moved on to how things were going in their personal lives, particularly Peter's. He was not entirely sure why he had told Lincoln about the nightmares. Maybe it was the three glasses of alcohol he had consumed within the last hour, or it could simply be because he needed to get it off his chest. He needed to tell someone, someone that was not Olivia or Walter. He needed to talk to someone that understood his reasons for not wanting to share his fears and how embarrassed he was about it.

Peter and Lincoln had become very good friends during the months that Lincoln had worked with them in the division. Even though Lincoln had been a cop, or crime investigator, for the most part of his life and Peter had been a criminal for almost his entire life, they actually had a lot in common. Neither one of them had a mother anymore, at least not in this universe. They had been in one of the bars in town, watching the Boston Red Sox crush the New York Yankees in the finale, and Peter had explained to him about what had happened to him and his family when he was younger. The fatal illness that both boys had contracted, the cold night when Walter had crossed over to the Other side to take him and the toll it had taken on his mother to keep that secret for all those years, until one day when she couldn't anymore. A slightly intoxicated Peter Bishop had talked about the one thing he never, ever, said a word about to anyone.

Olivia knew the whole story, of course. She had been the first one that he had talked to about it. It had been one day when they were sitting in one the office in the lab. Walter had been acting strange for a few weeks back then, and at the time Peter had thought it was because he had wanted to talk to him about how his mother, the one on this side, had died. He had explained to Olivia that he had been in Europe when Walter had called him from St. Claire's. He told me that she died in a car crash. It wasn't a car crash. My mother committed suicide. That was the only time I spoke to him in the seventeen years that he was locked up in St. Claire's. Those were the exact words he had said to her that day. It had been hard to say it, mostly because he did not like to talk about himself or his feelings back then. But he had trusted Olivia. He knew that he could talk to her. That he always could.

Peter had been surprised when Lincoln had admitted that he knew what it was like to grow up without a mother. He had told him about how his mother had gotten diagnosed with cancer when he was nine. There was nothing the doctors could have done. It had been too late. He had said that after his mother's death, his father had taken him and his younger brother and moved to Philadelphia to start his own business. He had only moved up to Connecticut a few years back to start working for the FBI in Hartford.

Peter considered Olivia, Walter and Astrid as his family. Maybe even Broyles at some times. He had only known Lincoln for a few months, but even so, he was slowly becoming part of the little family unit they had going in the lab. He was a good guy. That was why Peter had opened up to him tonight and told him what was happening to him.

"Is it always the same dream?" Lincoln asked as he took a sip from the bottle of beer he had ordered after finishing his scotch.

"No." Peter said quietly as he swirled the golden liquid round and round in the glass, staring at the small vortex that formed in the middle of the fluid. "No. It's never the same."

"Have you told anyone else?" Lincoln asked as he looked at him, his eye brows forming a slightly worried frown. "Your father?"

"Yeah, he knows." Peter admitted as he finished his drink and motioned for the bartender, Ian, who owned the bar, for a refill.

"Okay." Lincoln said slowly. "And what does he think?"

"He's not speaking to me 'cause I didn't tell him about Olivia and me." Peter told him, nodding as Ian poured another glass for him. "But I don't think he knows what's happening either. Hell, I don't even know. I mean, there's nothing really wrong with me. It's just dreams."

"And the anxiety attacks?" Lincoln reminded him as he looked at over him. He was worried. Peter was basically his closest, and only, friend at the moment and he was worried about him.

"Yeah right, don't forget the part when I wake up, shaking and scared out of my mind that everything's gone." Peter said sarcastically, his voice low and quiet.

"So how's Olivia doing with all of it?" Lincoln asked after a few minutes of silence.

"She's freaked out. She tries to hide it, but I know she's scared too." Peter told him. "She is helping more than she knows. More than I let her know. You know, every morning when I wake up, she's there."

"I'm scared because I don't understand any of this, that it's not gonna stop." Peter continued slowly as he brought his drink up to his lips and tilted the glass back, letting feeling the burning sensation from the top of his tongue all the way down his throat. "But the thing I'm most afraid of is that I'll hurt her."

"What?" Lincoln said as he looked over at him with a slight frown, not really understanding what he meant.

"What do you think?" Peter said sharply. "I have no control when it happens. If I hurt her…"

"You won't." Lincoln tried to assure him, but they were just comforting words, not a promise. "Have you ever seen the movie 'The Incredible Hulk'?"

"About a radiation-poisoned man who turns into a giant green monster when he gets mad?" Peter said as he looked over at him briefly. "Yeah, who hasn't? And what's that got to do with anything?"

"Well, you said that you have no control when it happens, and you're scared that you'll hurt her when it happens." Lincoln said, the corners of his lips twitching with amusement.

"Are you seriously comparing my problems with a superhero-character from Marvel Comics?" Peter asked him.

"Yes, actually I am." Lincoln told him. "My point is that your problems are pretty bad, but they would be worse. You could have been alone in this, but you're not. You have Olivia. And you have the rest of us. Just…it could be worse than this Peter."

By now, the bar was packed. There was loud music coming from the speakers sitting in the upper corners of every wall. People from everywhere were either getting together, getting rejected or getting lucky. Then, of course, there were those who were simply there to get drunk. Ian and two of the other younger guys, who worked in the bar, were trying to keep up with all the orders of drinks, peanuts and fries that people made. That was the life of a bartender, on a really busy night. Peter knew that very well, considering he had spent a few weeks bartending in Europe when he was younger.

Peter had left the bar around nine; just after the two attractive women that had come up to them earlier had offered to buy them drinks. Both of them had been absolutely gorgeous, more likely in their late twenties or early thirties. One was wearing a short white dress that matched her tan skin and showed off her legs perfectly. She had long, blond curly hair that bounced around her face as she walked through the bar.

The woman by her side had been a different type of beauty. She had been slightly shorter but the shiny, black heels made up for that. Her dress was looser at the bottom, flowing close around her legs, though it sat much tighter on her upper body, showing off her slim waist and chest. Her hair was the exact opposite to her friend's, brown and completely straight.

They had both been really attractive and very interested. At first, they had just stood next to them in the bar, talking lightly about stuff that not really mattered. Lincoln had been more than happy to indulge in their little flirtatious conversation. Peter on the other hand, had barely even heard what they were saying. He could see them out of the corner of his eye as they threw their heads back whenever Lincoln said something. The brunette had clearly been enjoying the company Lincoln had provided, whilst the blonde woman had tried to get Peter's attention to no avail. Sure she had been really beautiful, but he was not attracted to her at all. There was no part of him that had wanted to talk to her. There was only one woman that he was attracted to, only one woman that he would ever be interested in.

After a while the blonde had given up on trying to get him to engage in some kind of conversation instead of simply answering to the meaningless questions she had asked him, including what his favorite food and color was. Lincoln and the brunette had still been talking, even flirting a little bit, when the blonde had tried a new technique to get Peter interested. The way she had placed her hand on his wrist and tilted her head to the side seductively, made it clear what she wanted. It had not been until her hand landed on his thigh that Peter decided it was enough. He had removed her hand and told her that his girlfriend was an FBI agent, before he paid the bartender for his drinks and then he had left the bar. He realized that the woman had probably been somewhat mad that he had not stopped her earlier, but at that moment Peter did not care at all. He just wanted to go home to Olivia.

So that is exactly what he did.


Olivia's apartment, which was more like their apartment now since Peter had practically moved in there after their 'relationship reunion' as Olivia called it, was dark when he opened the door. Peter quietly removed his shoes and the thin brown jacket he had on before making his way into the kitchen, being careful not to make too much noise in case Olivia would wake up. He knew she needed the sleep. He was not the only one who got sleep deprived because of the nightmares. Olivia had a tendency to develop a severe case of insomnia whenever they worked a difficult case or if there was something on her mind that bothered her. She would be awake for disturbing amounts of hours in a row, staying up all night with tons of paperwork until she literally dropped. Peter could count on one hand the times he had found her sleeping on the couch, completely drained of energy.

Peter switched on the lights in the kitchen when he crossed the threshold and went over to the sink to get a glass of cold water. Despite the fresh air and the long walk home from the bar, his head was still a bit foggy from the amount of alcohol he had consumed in the bar along with Lincoln, long before the two women had appeared. He could not remember how many glasses of scotch and bourbon he'd had, or how many bottles of beer he'd had. He usually did not drink to get completely wasted, or drunk for that matter. That was rarely his goal. He simply wanted to feel numb and to escape his mind for a while. That was something both he and Olivia did, sometimes together, sometimes alone.

After he had snuck into the bathroom as quietly as he could, brushed his teeth and gone to the toilet, Peter walked back out to the bedroom where Olivia was laying in the bed. She was lying in the center of the bed, her head buried in the soft pillow that he usually used, with the covers drawn up to her chin. Peter slowly pulled back the covers on the other side and lay down behind her, trying his best not to move too much. He propped himself up on his elbow and gently pushed away the blonde hair that was covering her face, and to his surprise, he was met with her green eyes looking back at him in the dark.

"Hey." He whispered as he stroked her cheek gently.

"Hi." Olivia said softly as she looked at him. "You're home."

"I am." He confirmed quietly, leaning down to press his lips against hers in a soft kiss.

"Did you have fun?" She asked slowly as he pulled back.

"No, not really." He admitted as he looked down at her. "I drank…a lot, we talked and then drank some more."

"Didn't I tell you notto come to bed if you were drunk?" Olivia teased with a smile.

"I'm not drunk." He told her, a small grin spreading on his face as she raised her eye brows at him. "Okay, maybe a little. But in my defense, I really needed to drink tonight."

"I know." Olivia said quietly as she traced the MIT-logo on his shirt with the tip of her finger.

"How about you, what did you do tonight?" Peter asked as he tucked a few strands of her blonde hair behind her ear and stroked her cheek softly.

"I went for a jog in the park and watched a movie." Olivia told him. "And don't worry, I ate the leftovers from last night."

"Good. You need some meat on your bones." Peter grinned as he ran his hand up and down her arm slowly. "I told Lincoln."

"About the nightmares?" Olivia asked tentatively, reaching up to run her fingers through the brown curls on his head as he nodded slowly. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I think so." He said sincerely. "But I don't want to talk about that anymore."

"Okay." Olivia answered as she rested her head on his chest and closed her eyes.

"A woman flirted with me in the bar tonight." Peter admitted after a few minutes of silence. He watched as Olivia turned her head upwards to look at him, both uncertainty and amusement evident in her eyes as she waited for him to continue. "Lincoln was flirting with her friend so she tried to get my attention for a while."

"Did she?" Olivia asked as she looked at him.

"Not exactly. I mean, I answered her lame questions but that's about it." Peter admitted. "She had lousy pick up lines."

"Or you were just too drunk to understand what she wanted." Olivia said with a small grin, clearly enjoying teasing him. "Not that I'm complaining."

"Believe me when I tell you that I knew what she wanted. I spent several months in seedy bars all over Europe after I left, just drinking and picking up girls." Peter told her quietly, somewhat unsure of how she would react to his confession.

"It's okay, you don't have to explain." Olivia as she placed her back on his chest, grasping his hand in her small one. "I know you wouldn't do anything. I trust you, Peter."

"I know. I will never do anything like that to you, Olivia." He said as he placed a soft kiss on her forehead.

"She did place her hand on my thigh though." Peter whispered as he pressed his lips against the smooth skin right under her ear.

"And what did you do?" Olivia said quietly, tilting her head slightly to the side to give him better access to her neck.

"Grabbed her ass." He mumbled seriously, but she felt his lips curl into a smile against the skin on her neck where he had buried his face at the moment. "Don't worry, I told her that my girlfriend is a very sexy FBI agent who carries a gun."

"Hmm…good." Olivia answered, grinning to herself at the fact that he had just said the word girlfriend out loud to her for maybe the first time since their breakup.

"There's only one hand I want on my…thigh." Peter breathed against her ear, his warm breath making goose bumps spread over her skin as he dragged his lips over hers, slowly and barely touching.

"This one?" Olivia breathed against his lips as she wrapped her left hand around his neck and ran it through his hair. "Or this one?" She continued as her right hand trailed down his chest and stomach before moving further down over his sweatpants.

"Definitely the second one." Peter told her, his voice low and strained from the effort of trying to maintain his control. He shifted under the covers and pressed his body harder against her hers at the same time as Olivia pulled his lips back down to press against hers in a deep, ecstasy inducing kiss.


To say that Walter had gone a bit overboard with his organized dinner party was an understatement.

Olivia and Astrid had arrived just after seven, a few minutes too late according to Walter, and they had been amazed as soon as they had entered the hall. The house was sparkling clean, every floor and furniture surface shining in the light coming from the vanilla scented candles positioned in the living room. There was a strong mouthwatering scent flowing through the air in the house that came from the kitchen and the food Walter was cooking. Neither Olivia nor Astrid had any idea what it was that Walter had been preparing the entire afternoon, nor did they know why or what it was they were celebrating this night. Peter knew but he had refused to tell them anything when they had asked him, even when Olivia had tried.

While Astrid went to see whether Walter needed any help with the food or anything else, Olivia removed her jacket and went into the dim lit living room.

"Agent Dunham!" Walter exclaimed happily as he approached her, nicely dressed and a big smile on his face. "Here's a drink for you."

"Thank you Walter." Olivia said with a smile as she took the cocktail-similar drink in her hands. "Do you know where Peter is?"

"Oh, he's just taking a shower, dear." Walter told her as he turned around and went back towards the kitchen. "I'm sure he would not mind if you joined him."

Olivia simply shook her head in amusement as she watched the old man walk away, leaving her alone in the living room as she waited. As she looked around, Olivia spotted a small picture frame on the shelf above the open fireplace and picked it up. The picture was of her and Peter, a close-up of them as they slept. Olivia was nestled into his chest and Peter's arm was wrapped loosely around her midsection. It was a beautiful picture; they looked peaceful and just so normal. In that picture they were just a normal couple without having to worry about the world ending on their watch within the next hours.

"Do you like it?" A soft voice said from behind her, and Olivia turned around to find Peter standing a few meters away from her.

Olivia was about to say something but paused as she looked up from the picture in her hand and focused her gaze on the sight of her boyfriend before her. Peter was leaning against the doorframe, wearing a simple white shirt and faded blue jeans that served only to improve his already dreamy appearance and his trademark smile.

His short brown hair was still damp from the shower he had just taken, making his curls more noticeable than usual. And because it was the beginning of August and the sun was shining almost every day, he had just the perfect golden tan that looked really good along with the white shirt. At that moment, Olivia could not think of a time where she had ever seen him look that incredible

"I love it." She answered after a few more seconds of staring. "Did Walter take it?"

"Yeah, he did." Peter confirmed as he took the last few steps until he was standing right next to her, both of them admiring the picture in Olivia's hands. "I don't know exactly when, but it was sometime before…everything happened."

"And he kept it all those months?" Olivia said quietly as she ran her finger across his face on the photograph.

"No, I did." Peter admitted slowly, honestly, as she placed the frame back on the shelf.

"Thank you." Olivia said as she wrapped her free arm around his waist and leaned her head against his chest.

"For what?" He asked as he looked down at her, a curious smile playing on his lips.

"Not giving up on us…, on me." She told him simply, but they both knew that those words were not anywhere close to easy to say or let alone think about. Peter did not answer to her statement, he just pressed a tender kiss on her forehead before pulling back slightly.

"Did you drink any of that?" He asked as he nodded to the cocktail she had in her other hand.

"No, why?" Olivia asked as she looked up at him.

"The first rule when it comes to Walter is to never eat or drink things he hands you, unless you've actually seen him make it." Peter pointed out with a knowing smile. "You do remember the time when he put marijuana in the brownies he'd made for my birthday, right?"

"Yes, but I don't think Walter would…" Olivia said but stopped when she realized that yes, Walter would do that without a second thought.

"Yeah, he would." Peter said as he grinned at her, reaching out to take her untouched drink and place it on the table just as it knocked on the door.

"Peter! Open the door!" Walter shouted from the kitchen, making him roll his eyes as he went to open the door to find none other than Lincoln standing on the doorstep.

Peter was certainly not the only one who looked good this evening. Lincoln had definitely done a fine job with his own appearance, a white shirt and a black jacket, almost like his work outfit but without the tie. His typically straight, combed hair was a tad messy, like he had run his hand through it in frustration or just to try on a new look for himself. Olivia could not help but to think that he actually looked more like the other Lincoln Lee, the one she used to work with, than the one she does work with. Either way, he looked very good.

"Hey, come on in." Peter greeted as Lincoln stepped inside and closed the door behind him.

"I brought beer." Lincoln told him as he held up a six-pack with beer bottles in his hand and a bottle of red wine in the other that he handed to Olivia. "It's vintage."

"Thank you." She said with a smile.

"Don't worry, honey, you can have some of my beer as well." Peter teased as he nudged her shoulder lightly.

They made their way to the table where Astrid had helped Walter set out the food, plates and glasses, candles and a whole lot of other decorations. There was a large plate with several steaks and a beef fillet, a bowl with potatoes and one with a salad.

"This looks amazing, Walter." Olivia commented as they sat down at the table, the others nodding in agreement.

"Thank you, dear." Walter said happily as he sat down at the end of the table. "It is all for you and my son."

"What?" Peter said as he looked at him, briefly glancing over at Olivia who looked as confused as he did.

"I knew that you two would eventually find your way back to each other's hearts, and that is what we are celebrating today, son." Walter said sincerely, like it was not a big deal at all. He did not realize how much it meant to his son that he had done all this just to show how happy he was for them.

To Peter, the one sentence speech his father had made, the unexpected statement about his happiness for their relationship, almost made his eyes water. Though his father occasionally had a tendency to make Peter want to move to the other side of the world, perhaps even another world, or just simply admit him to the nearest mental institution, he had a heart of pure gold and Walter Bishop, from this world, was the best father he had ever had. Not that he could remember the first few years of his life that he spent with his real father, but still, this was his father and his real home.

Four hours later, around half past ten, both Lincoln and Astrid had left after dinner, dessert and a lot of conversation involving the time chamber slash time travel case they had solved and what the man had done to have more time with his ill wife.

Everyone had truly enjoyed the small get together Walter had made for them. Maybe they would even do it again.

"You wanna go to bed?" Peter said quietly as he and Olivia lay wrapped together in a blanket on the couch a while later. Walter had refused to let them help him with the dishes and had ushered them to the couch and TV instead.

"No, I'm good here." Olivia told him as she lifted her head from his chest and looked at him, her chin resting against his sternum.

"You look like you're gonna fall asleep any second." Peter said with a grin as he pulled his hand out from under the blanket where it lay nestled around Olivia's waist, and moved it to tuck a strand of her tousled hair behind her ear.

"I'm not." She whispered as she stretched her neck and gave him a soft, lingering kiss.

"Sure, whatever you say." He said as he ran his hand up and down her arm gently. "You looked really beautiful tonight."

"You weren't so bad yourself." Olivia told him as she reached up and placed her hand on his freshly shaven jaw, her thumb rubbing against his cheek gently. "I love you."

"I love you too." Peter said without doubt, his eyes closing as she stroked his cheek tenderly. "More than you'll ever know."

"Want to go upstairs and show me?" Olivia whispered as she placed her chin back on his sternum, waiting.

"I do." He told her quietly as he held onto her tighter and stood up with Olivia in his arms, the soft blanket hanging loosely over her body before it slipped down to the floor as he started walking towards the stairs.

I'll give you everything you want…except the thing that you want…you are the first one of your kind…


AN: I am so so sorry for not updating this for such a long time.
Summer is taking up all my time...
As usual,
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