Hey Everyone!

Here I will be posting my fringe drabbles. the chapters won't be related unless noted.

This is the first one I wrote entitled 15.5. It takes place after the fifteenth episodes when Olivia and Peter are drinking.

Disclaimer: I do not own Fringe and make no profit from this work of fiction.

2010

Drinks, unfortunately is just Drinks.

Part of him, the part of him he doesn't like to admit exists, admires Agent Dunham. She was brave and smart, so smart, and gorgeous. All admirable qualities in a woman. But she was also his partner and she wasn't going to go there again. Especially not with him. The voice in his head apparently narrated in Walter's voice, but that was self-depreciating (the voice also told him she was worth it). He was probably drunk, and emotional, but Olivia looked fantastic with her hair down and she tended to laugh a bit easier with a few glasses of scotch.

"I could out drink you, you know."

Peter scoffs at that, and downs the rest of her drink, "The first time I got plastered was in Japan off this Sake that they used to peel paint."

"We're sharing secrets now, Peter?" She rests her head on her arm against the table and just watches him, highly amused, "Do please continue."

She's watching him oddly, and maybe it's the scotch or maybe it's their insane field trip to Jacksonville but he sees something different in her eyes. Something more.

"-Well I had just left home and didn't speak much Japanese, but I'd heard of this Yakuza hangout and thought I was tough shit and instead of buying a round for the house, I end up getting three bottles, no glass. So I sat there and drank them all. I got a runner job the next day."

Olivia's smirk felt wrong somehow, but she refilled her glass calmly and took another sip, "You got in with the Yakuza by drinking three bottles of sake."

"I may have fixed one of the lower-level's cars' while drunk. After I sabotaged it before I went in."

Watching her laugh, really laugh, was something special. He made a promise to make it happen again.

2011

They never get to the drinking part.

"God I am thirsty."

Olivia's making the whole bed shake with her laughter, and somehow she was at the other end while he was practically about to fall off. But he was dehydrated and she had the sheet and his boxers somewhere in the mess, so he ungraciously pulled the sheet out from around her and trotted over to the bathroom, sheet dragging behind him.

Chugging water like it was his lifeline, he gathered the sheets around him and hoped that Walter really did stay in the city with Nina because the thought of his father walking in on them was not pleasant. Picking up her shoes from the hallway, he shoved them towards his closet and joined her next to the headboard.

"I don't think I've been that thirsty, ever." Peter smirked, kissing Olivia's temple. Fully hydrated, he was definitely more than willing-

"I know it's silly, but do you remember what we were doing last year?"

"Drinking. And nothing you ever say is silly, so just spill, Dunham. Round Two is about to knock your socks off."

"I realized we were more then. I just want to move forward with new memories, and I'm not really an over-sharer. So I'm sharing: I saw you glimmer for the first time at your house and Walter begged me not to tell you and I never really apologized for not telling you. I spent the whole night just staring at you and trying to figure it out and then I realized it was because we were more than just partners then."

Peter kisses the side of her face absentmindly, and he knows that the two of them together like this was where he was meant to be. Olivia tucked between his legs, late night talks.

"I knew when I saw you with that boy from the sewers. I-guess deep down I knew. You were it for me and I'm not a candy and flowers sort of guy but I have your back and think you have fantastic legs so I'm in this."

She leans back to peck his lips, "I need a shower. You coming?"

"Uh-huh."

2012

Drinking cheap vodka was only running his already horrible mood.

Peter had it all planned out. The one thing he never anticipated is them not having enough time together. He had a ring, he had a location, he had the perfect date and a bottle of bourbon. He was not showy or flashy by any definition but he was in love with this perfect-for-him woman and that was enough.

That would always be enough.

(Unless she didn't remember him and he was stuck in an alternate timeline)