Now Peter (and Walter!) has Olivia in his company. It's going to be a long night full of surprises, good and bad. And what's this? A kiss?!!!
The rain droplets that pitted and pattered against the window she lay her flushed cheeks against began to soothe the still tripping agent. To Olivia, the world outside was black and white except for the tiny droplets that washed over the station wagon windows. Each droplet was as colorful as the next, like a rainbow. Unlike the frightful scene she had endured a little while ago, she welcomed this scene. She was transfixed by it; so transfixed that she was oblivious to the two other people in the car. Both of whom were riding in the front, anxiety etched across one's face and a blank express upon the other.
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Walter quickly noticed that they had reached their destination—home.
"Is Agent Dunham staying the night Peter?" Walter asked. He waited for Peter to turn his gaze upon him and answer the question, but he just stared at the drugged agent looking out the window in the backseat.
"Yes, she is Walter," he whispered, barely audible. And with that Peter opened his door and began for the backseat door.
"You two can share the bed. I don't mind, honest!" Walter piped, following Peter to the backseat door and hovering over him.
"I can take the couch, or the closet, or the bathtub, or I could sleep in the lobby again. But, that man was awfully upset when I did," Walter trailed on, only trying to help his son, unaware that he was actually taxing him when he was already troubled.
Peter was trying to urge Olivia outside of the car but she was mesmerized by what he wasn't quite sure. He really wanted to just grab her with force, carry her inside to their hotel room, and shake her until she realized how stupid she was acting and how scared he had gotten—hell, he still was--but he didn't want to startle her.
Peter huffed in frustration, "Can we just work on getting her inside?" Walter nodded and held the door open while Peter finally coaxed Olivia outside of the car. With one arm around her waist and the other around her shoulder, Peter lead Olivia into the hotel room and prayed the night would get better.
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Peter walked Olivia into the room and surveyed the environment. His eyes landed on the couch and he set Olivia down there. After setting her down he cupped her cheek and tried to catch her gaze. It was obvious the drugs had not flushed out of her system. Their eyes—her focus—had only met Peter's twice this whole time; the first when he called her out of the bad trip and the other in the elevator—but even then, Peter wasn't quite sure if she was truly looking at him.
"Walter, think you can keep an eye on Olivia for a few minutes?" Peter asked, his eyes never leaving Olivia.
Walter, happy the Peter was giving him some responsibility, accepted the invitation with a slight nod.
"Okay, good." Peter's thumbs caressed Olivia's cheek. "I'll be right back, okay?" He knew he wouldn't get a response, but hoped for it anyway.
Walter watched Peter grab his phone and head out the door. When the door shut he peered at the agent.
Now what?
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"How about a game? Battleship? Go Fish? Strip Poker?" Walter chuckled at his last suggestion. Walter stopped chuckling when Olivia stood from the couch and proceeded to unbutton her shirt. Walter's eyes bugged and he quickly ran over to the soaring agent.
"You must stop! At least until Peter gets back Agent Dunham! Please!" Walter tried his best to stop the agent. Being a scientist, but once being a drug user first and foremost, Walter knew Olivia had entered a new phase: sexual arousement.
Grabbing her arm while and trying to button the damned shirt back up, Walter stopped dead in his tracks when Olivia kissed him, fully, on the lips. His eyes bugged once more in amusement and sheer shock.
Of course, as fate would have it, the door to the hotel room opened and in stepped Peter.
Walter slightly pushed Olivia away from him and cried out, "She started it, Peter!"
Peter shut and locked the door behind him and walked towards Walter and Olivia, who was now fixated on touching the long silk drapes that hang in the window. She was definitely in a world of her own.
"Don't be mad," Walter whispered, honestly afraid his son was going to unleash upon him. Peter had to laugh.
"No offense Walter, but enjoy it."
Walter looked confused for a moment until a huge smiled appeared on his face. Peter steered Olivia back to the couch where she, for the first time all night, did as she was told.
"Exactly how long before this experience ends Walter?" Peter asked and pondered as to why fate chose for that kiss to play out with those two and not him instead of Walter. He supposed that he would rather take a passionate kiss from a lucid Olivia rather than a tripping Olivia. Maybe.
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