Sorry this has taken a while, work is crazy coming into xmas but I guess that's what I get for working in a toy store. 6am starts and finishing at 4pm is killing me, I actually fell asleep at the kitchen table today when I was writing thins…

Chapter 13 – Plans and Information

"Do you think it wise to go after her again, so quickly? Won't she be expecting us?" Abaddon's voice was hushed as they stood in the church hall. It was late morning after the attack on Olivia and Ardat was now doing damage control. They had been waiting around for a meeting for more than an hour but when the meeting never happened Ardat decided it was time to kill Olivia once and for all.

"She may, but she will be weak. I don't expect her to be at her full power now." Ardat seated herself on a large throne like chair and watched as people came in to the church, while others were seated in the pews. St Luis Cathedral was beginning to fill with people saying their last goodbyes to finish off the end of The Day of the Dead and yet no one seemed to notice the pair sitting to the side.

"What about Bishop? You know she saw you Tayla and she is going to tell him. You shouldn't have shown yourself to her like that." Abaddon's worries mirrored her own but she did not let them show.

"It's fine. We will just have to use him to get to her. That was always going to be the plan when we noticed he wouldn't leave her side. Come, we must begin setting up for this to be completed by the end of the week." In the same gust of window that blew out the candles at the alter, Ardat and Abaddon were gone.

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Peter's injuries hadn't even been seen to with all the confusion and worrying about Olivia. He knew though that they would be worse after he decided that he was going to carry Olivia all the way back to the hotel. As his body began to relax, after being pulled into Olivia's dreams, he began to ache. His ribs were broken, he could tell, his head hurt at the back where he had hit the wall and on occasion he would have either coughed up or thrown up blood. That had stopped now but he knew he should have himself checked out. Thinking of Olivia he knew that he couldn't leave or show he was injured because she would worry and so he said nothing about it all.

It had been a long day already and Olivia had only been awake for less than 2 hours. She was still struggling to breath and there had been times where the pain in her chest had her on her knees. She never cried out loud though. She would be able to feel the pain coming and would always move herself away from Peter, he had already seen her too weak, she didn't want him to see her like that again. After she had woken up from her shared dreaming with Peter, she had made sure not to give away that she was embarrassed that he had seen what she was dreaming. He held her while she calmed down from the dream but as soon as she had, she'd turned her back to him and pretended to sleep. She had felt the bed rise and a long sigh be released from Peter's mouth before the footsteps receded into the lounge.

If she didn't look at him, he wouldn't know that she was scared, wouldn't know that she had tried to kill herself by slitting her wrists. She had been ashamed of it and never wanted Peter to find out. But he did and now she had to deal with that, but it wasn't going to be anytime soon that she would.

Marcus and Maxzille had showed up in the morning, much like they had told Peter they would but it still annoyed him that Maxzille was there. He knew he was an old friend but he was always at her side and always touching her. They were all seated at the round table in the middle of the kitchen, books and laptop scattered around, all trying to figure a way to remove Ardat's wings before she tried to kill Olivia. Removing her wings turns her mortal. But that was not their only problem. Olivia had become adamant that she wanted Samael gone from her and so they were also looking into a way to send him back where he belonged. It was a long and slow process.

"Liv, I found this scroll hidden in the catacombs under the old church, most of it is what we already know but part of it is missing and I can't work put where the scroll came from. I thought you'd like to take a look at it." Marcus handed Olivia the scroll and she leaned forward gingerly to make sure she didn't stretch her body to far. Peter, who was sitting on her left, placed his hand on her back as she leaned back, making sure she didn't move to fast. He watched as something clicked on her face. She turned to him slowly and watched him for a moment before speaking.

"Peter, can I talk to you for a moment?" he watched as Olivia moved from her chair and made her way out towards the lounge room, which was separated from the kitchen by a wall. Peter followed suit not long after and as he came into the lounge he found her standing in the middle chewing on her bottom lip nervously. She turned to face him completely before she spoke.

It was after a long sigh that she did. "Peter, about what happened last night, in the alley…" Peter's mind shut off from what she was saying for a moment as he remembered what she had said to him…Peter…I love you.

"Peter? Peter!" hearing his name more than once snapped him out of his memory. He wished she would talk to him about that and was hoping that's what the conversation was going to be about.

His head snapped up to find that Olivia was watching him, "Sorry…" was his mumbled reply.

"I said when we were in the alley I saw Ardat's face. It was very uncommon to see the face of the person they pretending to be but I saw her when she thought I was passed out. Peter I'm sorry but it was Tayla. I don't know how or why, but that's what I saw."

Tayla…Peter had almost forgotten about her, hoping that Olivia wanted to tell him she loved him. All of a sudden her words true meaning fell upon him and he found his way to the couch to sit. "Livia are you sure? I mean…are you sure?" Marcus's words echoed in the back of his mind as his eyes found hers. Don't doubt her.

Olivia came to sit next to him on the couch. "I'm sorry Peter. I really am. I know you liked her…" Olivia was cut off by Peter's sudden rise from the couch. His mind was running a hundred miles a minute and he was just trying to come to terms with the fact that his girlfriend was bad. His girlfriend is trying to kill the woman he loves. Love? Love…Peter…I love you.

Her words echoed in his head once more and he stopped pacing, not even noticing that he had started pacing. He turned to face Olivia and within a blink of an eye Peter had pulled her from the couch and wrapped his arms around her. His lips found hers as he kissed her passionately.

Not much in this chapter…sorry, more like a filler but the next one should be up in a few days or so. Please review!