If we owned Fringe it would probably end up being nothing but Peter and Olivia hot lovin' 24/7 and if we owned Bones, Booth and Bones would be together already!

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Olivia was lying in bed, counting the various markings on the bedroom ceiling and trying to ignore the steady snores of the bulky man beside her. She stifled a harsh laugh as she thought back to how she used to prefer her men to be tall, broad in the shoulders, and all muscle. Take John. He was all height and all muscle and she remembered a time when she'd mentally drool at the thought of his body, but sharing a twin bed with a big hulking man that she wasn't interested in romantically was not easy. The man slept like a rock! Every once in awhile he'd flip over and nearly take her out or push her considerably lighter frame off the edge of the bed. Maybe they could take turns sleeping, Olivia mused, as this just wasn't working very well. Perhaps she would have to take up naps during the day.

She was just about to dose off despite the odds when she felt the bed shift and an arm wrapped around her waist and tighten. Olivia's eyes batted open and glared at the wall. If he wasn't asleep she would've kicked his ass, but he most definitely was.

"Bones," he murmured in his sleep.

Olivia had heard him call his old partner that in passing conversation but she never really thought to ask why and was just glad the worst nick name she'd gotten from Peter was 'Sweetheart' and a few pointed glares nipped that in the butt.

"Bones!" He called out, louder this time and his arm tightened making Olivia flinch when her stomach began to throb. Frustrated that he wasn't letting go she elbowed him in the gut, making sure to avoid his bad shoulder and half shouted his name.

"Booth!"

His arm instantly loosened and she heard him fall off the other side of the bed in his haste to create space between them. Olivia almost laughed but the effort hurt her stomach and it came out as more of a grimace. Rubbing his backside he stood up and achingly stretched out his cramped muscles.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled tiredly.

"Don't worry about it." Olivia said, understanding what he was going through. "Why don't you take the bed for awhile and I'll go downstairs and start on some of the case files. I'll wake you up when I'm tired." She smiled kindly at him, something she hadn't done to a fellow agent since Charlie. There was always Broyles who occasionally got a wry smile, but that was pretty much it. It was a testament to how exhausted Booth must have been because his normal and sometimes annoying chivalrous ways were pushed aside as he groggily nodded and climbed back into the bed that Olivia exited from. Before she'd even made it to the door his soft snores were filling the room. Men… Olivia thought spitefully.

Feeling just a little grumpy, Olivia set up camp on the living room floor and spread the files out and began letting her mind sort through the facts and profiles. With the help of coffee she was able to sort through a few files and even found a possible lead that she was anxious to pass on to Broyles, but eventually despite the uncomfortable floor she fell asleep with her hands pulled beneath her head.

It was the dull aching of her stomach and back that slowly brought Olivia back to consciousness. It took her a minute to realize that she was on the floor, but now she was covered up by a blanket. She was about to ponder how that had gotten there when she looked up and noticed Booth sitting up against the wall across from her reading a file and seemingly so engrossed in it that he didn't notice her.

"Need a refill on that coffee?" Booth asked gruffly, looking up at her.

Olivia fought the blush creeping up to her cheeks at having been caught sleeping on the job. He must've taken the hint because he rose from the floor and then picked up her coffee mug that was half filled with ice cold coffee.

"What time is it?" She called from the living room, slowly getting up and trying to avoid hurting herself any more than she already had.

"It's just about noon." Booth answered and then entered the room to hand her the coffee. "Why, have you got a date or something?" He gave a teasing smile and she fought the urge to stick her tongue out at him.

Instead she shrugged and took the coffee from him; cupping the hot mug in her hands to warm them up.

"Booth?" She asked. "Why do you call your partner 'Bones'?"

Booth eyed her up, looking as if he were sizing her up and whether or not to tell her the truth. Finally he answered.

"At first it was because she worked with human remains; more specifically bones. After awhile it meant something more. We became friends. Then best friends." Booth paused and ran a hand through his hair, sighing with his feelings written plain on his face. "Then I fell in love with her. I know I wasn't supposed to. She's this freaking genius and my partner. It wasn't supposed to happen. Now I call her Bones to remind myself of what we were and how we'll never happen."

His face was dark and full of emotion and Olivia felt so bad for him. Was this the path she and Peter were on? Would she fall for him only for him to reject her? He was a suave and charming guy who could sweet talk any girl into his bed. Why would he want a rough and tough, emotionally challenged, sarcastic cop? She gave him a look of what she hoped was understanding. Soon the moment had passed and they both worked and exchanged ideas well into the day.

It was seven in the evening and Olivia finally got a chance at the bed while Booth relayed the information they had figured to Broyles on the phone. It only took a few minutes before she was passed out into a sweet oblivion.

Olivia was racing down a block and she had no idea why. It was completely abandoned but there were parked cars beside her, as she ran past them, all on fire. Buildings crumbled around her but there was an all consuming fear that had nothing to do with her surroundings. She started to slow so she could think of why, but then she saw him up ahead.

He was dressed in only jeans and he stood in the middle of the street; his arms outstretched to his sides and raised up. His eyes were glowing while he stared at her or more like through her. Olivia stumbled to a stop as his head tilted up and lighting came down from the sky to strike him. She gasped as she watched him rise into the air; the lightening making his whole body glow. His body began to shake and Olivia could feel him dying. She didn't know how or why but she knew he was dying and she felt the scream building in her throat until it reverberated off the buildings and echoed in her ears.

Her body shook and tears ran fresh down her cheeks unchecked and the anguish that filled every corner of her body spilled over until she was letting great screams out for the world to hear her loss.

"OLIVIA!" She heard a shout and there was a biting pain starting at each of her biceps. Then awareness hit her all at once and the first thing she saw was Booth's face just inches from her, shouting her name. The abject fear must've shown on her face because without a word he clutched her tightly to his chest and let her cry. She shook like a leaf in a storm but she didn't quite care at the moment. Every part of her being needed to escape and find Peter, but whenever she tried to move to get up and run to him her body betrayed her and only shook more.

Booth ran soothing circles on her back through her t-shirt and murmured assurances into her ear as he rocked her back and forth. When she finally stopped crying she pulled herself out of his arms and couldn't even look him in the eyes.

"Olivia, its okay you know." His words, though kind, were a reality call to Olivia. "You love him so it's natural to fear for him."

"I was always there to protect him though and now… what if something happens? What if he needs me?" Olivia asked. Booth smiled a bit and apparently had a ready answer.

"Bones will watch his back, just like she did mine."

"'Watch his back' had better not be code for sex…" Olivia said cautiously.

Booth laughed uproariously and almost couldn't stop before he fell off the bed, and would've taken Olivia with him.

"No, it isn't code. Bones has saved my life on more than a few occasions. If your partner is safe with anyone, it's her." Booth sounded so sure of himself.

Olivia wanted to believe him; she really did, but she wouldn't believe he was safe until she could see him face to face.