This is a long chapter, hope you like it though and also this is where it starts to get a bit supernatural, I know fringe isn't supernatural but I wanted to write one that made Olivia even more special that she already is.

Chapter 6 – Safest Place To Hide

Olivia's father dropped his head for a moment. After raising it up to look past her at Peter he sighed, "Listen to me Olivia. He will not stop and the best for you to do is be close to him this week. Of course it has something to do with me, I am your father but in the end, this has everything to do with you. It always has." Olivia just watched as her father turned his back to her but waited a moment before walking away, "It'll work out…" and then he was gone and didn't stop when Olivia yelled.

"Damn it, don't say that!" without a look or a thought at the others around her Olivia grabbed for her suitcase and started towards the door. "Peter you coming? Because I'm not waiting for you."

Peter stood stunned for a moment before he kissed Tayla on the cheek, yelled a goodbye to the others and made for the door as well. Olivia was already in the taxi waiting for him when he made it outside and the whole way to the airport she didn't say a word but he knew not to ask just yet because he could feel the anger coming off her in waves.

Standing in line Olivia had her back to Peter who just sighed and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Livia, go and sit down I can do this…" She spun her shoulders so she was facing him and just nodded leaving her bag and plane ticket with him. He waited until Olivia was gone from earshot and sighed again. Whatever was going on with her it was going to make for a very long case he just hoped that he could help her out.

Olivia sat in the terminal and waited for Peter to book them in. She knew she shouldn't be taking it out on Peter but she was scared what could or would happen to him. Sure he had a girlfriend but Olivia was still in love with him and as much as she hated being around him and knowing that they couldn't do anything the simple fact was that when you like or love someone, proximity is a good thing, regardless of how they feel about you, or don't, as the case may be.

She had been staring straight in front of her since she had sat down and it wasn't until Peter's hand was on her thigh did she look up. Raising her head slightly she found his kneeling down in front of her with both his hands on her thigh. "Livia? You ok?" it was soft but enough to pull her from her thoughts. It was all she could do to not lean in and kiss him, he was so close and his hands we so warm.

"Um…yea I'm fine just thinking I guess." She straightened her back and Peter took this as a sign to sit next to her. She missed the warmth of his hands but held back the need to lean in to him. Feeling the lack of sleep already coming back to haunt her, Olivia closed her eyes full intent on having a rest.

"Liv…Livia, come one wake up." Peter's voice filled her ears, Olivia glanced up to find her head on his shoulder and his arm around hers. Pulling herself from him suddenly Olivia take her boarding pass from him and starts towards the plane. Peter knew something, other than the whole 'father' issue that was driving him crazy, was going on. She wouldn't let him touch her, she barely touched him anymore. And what made it worse was that he wasn't talking in a romantic sense but just in general. Usually she would touch his arm or shoulder if he was lost in thought but now she would just call to him. He hated feeling like he had done something wrong. He loved her, more than he had ever loved anyone and to not be able to spend time like they used to was killing him inside.

Peter had taken the seat next to Olivia but allowed her to take the window if she wanted, which she did. Turning in his seat Peter faced Olivia and found her face downcast, "Liv can you please tell me what is going on? You told me your father died and yet he was at the lab talking to you…I'm really confused." Peter watched as her shoulders dropped and she sighed.

"When I was little I had an imaginary friend. I used to call him Samael. Anyway when I was growing up I used to see things, people I guess but they weren't really there, some asked for help, others just walked on by. I asked my dad about it but he used to say 'when you're older.' But then he died. He came to me one night and explained everything. It wasn't a dream because I was sitting in my lounge room with my mum and he walked in the door. He told me that in our family we had a power, a power to see the dead and to communicate with them but because he was dead he could come to me and help me. Rachel was too young for most of this but it got worse as I got older. My imaginary friend started to talk to me about death and destruction, he would show up every time I would go to my fathers grave so one day when I was about 13 I stopped going to see the grave and Samael stopped coming." Olivia was looking out the window the whole time. Peter didn't need to ask her to continue.

"I was just a few months shy of 14 when it all came to much, seeing these people who were dead, I tried to take my own life. I was legally dead for 2 minutes before I was resuscitated. It wasn't until my father came to me after I stopped going to see him that he told me that Samael was an archangel. He was bound to me from the moment I took my own life, because my death would bring about his resurrection. Three years ago I was in an accident that was supposed to kill me. It was all planned, everyone up there…" Olivia glanced at the roof of the plane for effect, "…was waiting for me but somehow I survived. No one knows how and now I have a spirit who wants me dead because he wants to live."

Peter watched as Olivia laid her head on the plane seat and rolled it towards him. She was waiting for a reply but Peter didn't know how to give one. "It's ok Peter. I know what you must be thinking right now you can say whatever you want. I'm used it." At first Peter didn't say anything but when he looked down at her hand sitting on the arm rest, he noticed it was shaking. He reached for it and held it tightly. Even though her back was to him he spoke anyway, "And this thing with your stepfather…?"

"Has absolutely nothing to do with this, it just happened to be my birthday." Again she kept her back to him. He knew she wasn't going to give him more than what she already had so, with her hand still in his, he turned to face the front of the plane and closed his eyes, trying to absorb everything that she had said to him.

Most of the two hour flight was slept away. Both facing away from each other but Peter never let go of Olivia's hand. Sometime during the sleep one of them had entwined their fingers together so when they woke they both received a strange feeling, it was a little awkward but with a small smile from each of them it was brushed off, for now.

Peter drove to the hotel, occasionally stealing glanced to the sleeping Olivia next to him. Smiling to himself he wondered what it would be like for her, growing up the way she did, there was so much about her he didn't know and he felt guilty because he was supposed to be her best friend. The ride gave Peter sometime to think.

Olivia had been acting very strangely recently. There wasn't much in her life that had changed dramatically, that he knew of, that would have caused such behaviour. His mind suddenly flashed to her reaction to lunch the other day, seeing him with Tayla, her snapping at him…Tayla?

Could she be jealous? Could the reactions and behaviour be because of Tayla? Peter glanced back at Olivia who was not facing him in deep sleep. Nah, she wouldn't be jealous of Tayla. Liv is my best friend…Peter looked back at the road trying to concentrate.

"Mm, Peter." Hearing his name caused Peter to glance back at her and he found a small smile placed on her lips while she slept. Could Peter be wrong? Did she feel the same as he did? But he was trying to hide his feelings because he didn't want to get hurt.

Before he had time to notice, Peter had already driven up the front of the hotel. Waking Olivia slowly he watched as her smile grew for a moment upon seeing him and then it disappeared.

It was hot and sticky, a combination Olivia didn't like. "Here you are Mr. Bishop, your keys to the room." Peter glanced from the girl at the front desk to the keys in his hand. Room 313.

"Hey Liv, looks like we are sharing." Olivia's face paled at his voice but continued up to the lift where they traveled to the 3rd floor.

"I think we should rest for the rest of the day. Broyles said we would have a contact call me when he sees Marcus. Said it probably wouldn't be until tomorrow though." Olivia had already made her way into the bedroom and was eyeing the queen bed in the middle of the room. Peter strolled in behind her but came to a stop.

"Let me just grab a pillow and I'll let you get some rest." He grabbed for one of the 4 pillows of the bed and retreated past a frozen Olivia. Bringing his eyes up to hers he smiled and for the second time in as many days something came over him, he leaned in a kiss Olivia on the cheek before closing the door behind him.

Olivia sat down on the bed and sighed. This really was going to be a long week.

The heat in the lounge began to be too much for Peter. Stripping himself of his jeans and shirt, he laid on the couch and closed his eyes, praying that his mind would not think of Olivia in the other room, wearing not much.

Instead his mind wandered to her story. His scientific mind told him it was bullshit and he shouldn't believe it but he knew in his heart Olivia wouldn't lie to him, she had no need to. He mulled over their flight conversation for what seemed like forever until he was ripped from his thoughts by a chocked sob coming from the bedroom. Before he was able to make it across the lounge to the door, a scream tore through the hotel room.

Let me know what you guys think because like I said, it's rated M for a reason :D