~EPILOGUE~ (Two Months in Hiding)

Peter much preferred novels and literature to pass the time. But Olivia was constantly absorbed in the latest updates of the television news and the newspaper, taking in every possible update on the killings.

But the news never bore anything optimistic to find. No new leads…only new victims.

She sighed and turned off the depressing news stories on the television as Peter stepped out of the bathroom. For tonight, she wasn't going to let the newest killing of a William Bell and Walter Bishop test subject get to either of them.

"Feel better?" Olivia asked as he came and sat by her side on the bed…clothed in only the bath towel he showered in.

"Much better now," he said wrapping an arm around her. "I don't care if it leaves our tracks, I'm very tempted to file a complaint and tell the front desk how awful these cabins are. I've never seen so many silverfish running around in all my life."

Olivia held back a laugh and said "thank god it's our last night in here then."

"So," Peter asked curiously. "Where do we head to tomorrow, boss?"

"I don't care right now. I just want to get some sleep before the silverfish join us in bed."

"To hell with them." Peter's other arm grabbed Olivia around the waist as he pulled her into bed with him. "Those disgusting bugs can find another place to sleep tonight."

This new nighttime ritual between the two of them had only begun just a few weeks on the run.

Still it was a mystery how the two of them were able to breathe…how they were able to focus and succeed in getting themselves under the bed sheets as they absorbed each other's mouths. It was an endless lip lock with no desire to end…no desire to take in oxygen. Yet somehow they always did and there were no more towels or shirts or undergarments to cover them. The thin rugged bed sheets were doing the job just fine.

"What are you smirking at?" She said as she looked up into Peter's gorgeous eyes and saw the deadly smirk on his face.

"I was just thinking that…" Peter came down on her for a kiss. "…pretending to be your husband…" And another. "…beats being your 'brother' any day of the week." And another on the neck. For that one she let out a very amusing gasp of breath that made Peter laugh. It gave Olivia the chance to flip him onto his back.

"Well this time. Playing married couple actually makes more sense."

They kissed for minutes longer until Peter began to eye the lamp on the nightstand…and then he would eye Olivia again.

Olivia smiled in comic irritation. "Again, Peter?"

"Oh come on," Peter winked. "You know you want to."

"Peter." Her tone was set on serious. "We agreed that I would only use this…thing I have in an emergency. This isn't some toy for your amusement."

"Aw…but it's so cute the way your face scrunches up when you're trying to focus."

There was no way for Olivia to resist Peter's plea, like a child wanting to stay up or a few more minutes.

In a deep alluring voice she cupped Peter's face in her hand and said "okay. Just for this one time."

With absolute admiration, Peter kept his eyes on Olivia's face as she created that adorable scrunch. She was in deep concentration. Her eyes never turning away from the lamp on the nightstand.

They both sense how close she was. It had been only months and Olivia didn't have much experience or practice given her refusal to accept her ability.

None of it seemed to matter now. She had accepted two things that were important to her survival on the run as risky as they were to accept them…her power and Peter.

It was far from her strength to deal with both of them, but she had Peter to take in the things she would have trouble accepting. That was enough for her…for now.

Her mind willed to please Peter with this one simple act and with that power, the lamp went dark.

ENDY! ENDY!

Can you believe that I wrote an actual barely-case-related fluff piece? Well if you thought it was out of character...out of whack...or out of this world...then, I guess that makes me one of THOSE writers! LOL. I guess some of us can't help it. It kinda felt good to write something different though. Heck it felt kinda good to write anything at all.

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