Very very sorry this took so long. I have been busy and having trouble finishing it even though I know where the story is heading!

The afternoon had been as though nothing had happened between Peter and Olivia. They had left the hotel room, changed from work to casual attire, Peter wearing the same jeans but now a t-shirt and Olivia in shorts and a t-shirt they laughed and joked like they used to but behind all the laughing and joking they were both finding it hard to be so close.

Sitting outside Le Mertiage in the French Quarter, Olivia and Peter decided to have a late lunch, it was starting to get busier through the streets as people were beginning to arrive for the 48 hour celebrations. Musicians had made their way out into the streets where people and children danced around in masks and costumes. Olivia kept her eyes glued to the children smiling, laughing and clapping along with them as guitarists joined in. Peter watched her as her face lit up but before he could say anything his phone rang.

"Bishop…Hey Tayla. How are you?...that's nice…yea still working away…she's good, why?...we will be back within a week I hope…I miss you too…ok bye." Peter dropped his phone back onto his lap and sighed. By this point Olivia had looked back at him and raised her eyebrow. "You ok?"

Peter stared down at his beer for a moment before realizing she had said something, raising his eyebrows at her he asked, "Huh? Oh yea I'm ok. Guess I'll be happy when this is over." While he spoke the beer in his hand was being twirled around almost as if he was suddenly impatient.

Olivia leaned forward in her seat, "So you can get home to Tayla?"

"Yea something like that I guess." Peter suddenly downed the last of his beer and called for another. Two men had made their way up to Olivia and Peter's table and had begun to play music for them. The guitarist sang as he played but noticing that Peter wasn't looking at Olivia like they expected, the second man, much younger than the guitarist pulled her from her seat.

Peter was lost in his own thought until he heard Olivia laugh out loud. Looking up but keeping his elbows and forearms resting on the table he watched as the younger man danced her around to the music. Olivia laughed happily for the first time in a while as she danced and was dipped and twirled to the music, laughing even harder when she saw a few people had stopped to watch her. Peter, though, hadn't moved from his position at the table. Deep down he knew he shouldn't be jealous or angry but watching her be happy with someone else, someone who she didn't even know his name just pissed him off.

The guitarist had moved closed to Peter before he noticed there was someone there and in a very heavy accent the older man leaned down and spoke to Peter while playing still, "Because you wouldn't have done it yourself and Oliviaman deserves someone who will dance with her." Peter just watched the man as he turned back to the dancing couple laughing as he continued to play.

With one last twirl the younger man allowed Olivia to take her seat at the table again, bright red in the cheeks. As she took her seat he placed a small kiss on the top of her hand and spoke softly, "Merci Oliviaman. Jusqu' à ce soir. (Thank you Olivia. Until this evening)."

With one last smile the two men continued on, playing and laughing with all the children. Olivia's shoulders shook as she laughed but that settled once she saw the look on Peter's face. Olivia tilted her head slightly to watch him, "What?" a small smile was placed on her lips still.

"Nothing, you look happy." He had leaned a little bit closer to Olivia subconsciously.

"Yeah, Maxzille was a friend a while ago. I spent some time here with my father. Most people remember me but I don't know who they are. Some people I remember, some I don't." Olivia just shrugged.

"Oh, so you know who he is? How close were you?" He was prying but he didn't care.

"Close enough. Just close friends. His father and mine were close and we studied the art together. We mixed it up a lot, Voodoo and Wicca. It was fun." She spoke as if it was all common place to hear not bothering that Peter was still trying to wrap his head around it all.

Suddenly finding some form of courage Peter spoke, "You don't like Tayla do you?" he tried to watch her face as she answered but she was playing poker with him now and for once couldn't read her.

Olivia watched him closely for a moment before answering, "Peter I don't have an issue with her, she might have one with me but I don't have one with her." The answer was straight forward and flat but Peter heard all of it.

"What do you mean she has an issue with you…" Peter didn't get his answer, he felt something behind him and so he turned to find Olivia's father standing there.

"Olivia, you've come home. I'm glad you did." He took a seat between the two, almost ignoring Peter.

Olivia did not though, "Dad this is Peter Bishop. Peter this is my late father Jonathan." Olivia emphasized the word late to annoy her father. "What did you find out? Or did you come to piss me off some more….which by the way do not tell me it'll all work out because that was the last thing you said before you left and got yourself killed. You do realize now that because you died I took my own life and now I'm being followed." She began to raise her voice slightly.

Peter had gotten used to not saying much around her when her father was around and this time was no different. He sat silently as Jonathan spoke. "Olivia, you are a smart girl, I know that whatever happens this week you will both look after each other." Jonathan turned to face Peter who had been staring down at his beer again. "I know that you think that whatever you have with Tayla is special but believe me you are in for a rude awakening." Peter just stared at him.

"Dad, stop it! Look just because you are my father doesn't mean that you can tell me or anyone else in my life what to do. Just leave it alone." Olivia was getting heated towards her father who just smirked and left them alone. It was quiet for a moment between the two, while Olivia shook her head to clear her thoughts.

Peter spoke softly to her, "Olivia what happened to your father?" he had placed his hand over her left one hoping she might open up to him.

He watched her shoulders drop, her right hand raised to her face, whipping away a tear that must have fallen. "He left one day and didn't come home. He'd come into my room and whispered, when he thought I was asleep, it's going to work out and then he was gone. I still don't know the whole story because he won't tell me and mom won't come and talk to me because she misses it here."

Suddenly jumping from her seat, Olivia began to wander up the road towards some of the shop. Peter just watched her walk away for a moment before following.

Two men watched the couple as the turned down an alley way before turning to each other. "You don't think she would have come back do you?"

The other spoke still facing the direction that Olivia and Peter had gone in, "Maybe if she believes she can rid herself of Samael. We must inform the other she is back because we will need to reorganize."

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