Leading him to the kitchen, Olivia stopped at the window. Her second floor kitchen window gave sight to downtown Boston and it was night so the entire city was lit up. "It's time to start over."

Peter chuckled, "we're in the wrong spot, we need to go about fifty-eight thousand miles east over the Atlantic to start over." She smiled and looked at him, her eyes filled with wonder solely for him once again. "No, start over from where the truth ended and the lies began." Olivia took a step forward and placed a hand on his chest, allowing her other to rest on his shoulder before she leaned up. Peter met her halfway and kissed her, she melted into it and realized at that moment that nine and a half months ago she hadn't made it home because at that moment she was finally HOME. They pulled apart when air was needed and Olivia rested her head on his chest. Kissing her head, Peter held her tight and Olivia slipped her arms around his waist. She let four words slip and they were four Peter didn't expect but made him laugh. "I've been an idiot." "So was I," he chuckled and kissed her head again before pulling back and cupped her cheeks with both hands, allowing his thumbs to run across them. "But we will make this work Olivia, not just for Olive's sake but for us." They leaned in to kiss again when a harmonious yet demanding voice was heard. "That attitude of yours needs to be nipped in the butt immediately...I can only handle one of you demanding like that." Peter looked at Olivia as she walked away. "That's all you Bishop." Peter laughed, "no Sweetheart that's all you." He looked at her as she turned at the kitchen doorway and gave him her 'you did not just do that' look. "What?" "Call me 'Sweetheart' one more time and you'll find out." She disappeared and Peter could only smile at the turn of events...he had hope with Olivia, hope that he thought was gone hours before… Peter startled awake, a smile on his face. He sat up, disappointed that it was only a dream, that all that he had just felt was only a figment of his subconscious. He ran his hands through his hair and coughed a laugh.

Although he knew that the part about Olive's demanding voice was true... that had to go and quick!

Peter glanced over at the alarm clock on the night stand.

3:43 A.M.

God, and he'd just had to be woken from that dream. When he was a kid he'd used to have nightmares. He hadn't had one since he was nine, until he joined Fringe Division, and not only found the Nightmares in his dreams, but in the real world as well.

This was the sweetest dream he'd had since he'd landed in Boston three years ago. He lingered on the details, focusing on the feeling of Olivia's lips on his. Differentiating between her kisses and hers. Making sure in his head that the kiss was Olivia's.

He was certain of the kiss. Her lips soft and tentative, ever afraid to take that next step that would take her into the unknown.

He found it interesting how she walked out her front door every morning having no idea what she was going to walk into, but a kiss that would change a relationship terrified her. She was more afraid of the constants changing than of the unknown.

Peter leaned over and sifted through the drawer in his bedside table. He pulled out a CD in a crystal case labeled Peter From Boston. It was one of the few things he took with him to the other side, and it was one of the even fewer things he brought back. He placed it in the portable CD player on his nightstand, and put the headphones over his ears.

I could sleep. I could sleep. When I lived alone, is there a ghost in my house. I could sleep. I could sleep…

Daddy! Olive need Daddy! NOW!

Peter shook his head inwardly. Apparently, he couldn't sleep.

He coughed and rolled out of bed…

Exactly 17 minutes earlier. 3:41 A.M.

"That's all you Bishop." Peter laughed, "No, Sweetheart, that's all you." He looked at her as she turned at the kitchen doorway and gave him her 'you did not just do that' look. "What?" "Call me 'Sweetheart' one more time and you'll find out."

Olivia woke slowly; her eyes cracking open, thinking that sun would flood them. Why else would she be waking up in this fashion right now? In the middle of a dream and of sound sleep.

Olivia opened her eyes all the way and rolled over, thinking she must be facing away from the window. She was met by the blue LED light of her alarm clock.

3:43 A.M.

Olivia curled up against her pillow, glaring at the clock.

The dream made her think of a time 11 months ago. The night with them in the hotel room, with tears streaming down her face as her lips met Peter's. She wished that that kiss had been so carefree. Maybe if it had been then things would have turned out differently. Or maybe it would have only been easier for Peter to get caught up in the other Olivia's ploys.

The dream came floating back to her woken mind.

Call me 'Sweetheart' one more time and you'll find out…

Olivia walked down the hall to find Bishop, she found him looking out the window but he turned when she began walking over. If not for the fact her lover was laying in the hospital with his skin transparent, she'd admit the man before her could definitely make any woman swoon at the sight of him. He was a con man and everything depended on his looks and how he came across. "He asked for you."

Bishop rolled his eyes, "Thanks Sweetheart, I really appreciate that."

The nerve, Olivia had the urge to punch the guy across the face and not for the first time since they had met. "Hey, I didn't tell him you were here." The fact he called her 'Sweetheart' made her want to shoot him. "Call me Sweetheart one more time, I'd really like that." And she would, just so she could shoot him and cut out the middle man on this one.

They headed to the cafeteria and Olivia watched the exchange between both men and found it halfway amusing but her expression didn't change...she was determined. The elder of the two Bishops wanted out and she was all for it.

"What are you asking me to...? No! Guardian? No, forget it!"

Olivia looked over his shoulder at the man in the grey jumpsuit, "He'll do it."

"No, I will not!"

She found his stare somewhat hypnotic, despite her anger and pain over John there was something about Peter Bishop that made her feel... She wondered if she'd have that if he stuck around. He wouldn't. And it wasn't as if he could physically protect her but the feeling was enough of a personal motive as it was to get John healthy again.

"One phone call. That's all it takes. You want me to make it because I've got my phone in my pocket?" He just continued to glare at her, so she took the phone out of her pocket. "Now its out of my pocket."

He moved to her after a second, probably contemplating whether she would make the call. "You wanted my father; Now you've got my father. Which falls into the category of be careful what you wish for...Sweetheart."

Olivia could only think of how much gull he had and somehow knew, despite his insensitive behavior and stupidity, he could be a close ally, and an important connection.

Olivia was broken out of her flashback by her daughter's screaming in her head.

Mommy! Olive need you! NOW! Mommy!

Olivia walked out of the room and ran into Peter.

"Whoa," he gasped, steadying her, "I'll get her," Peter whispered, "She asked for me."

"Are you kidding?" Olivia gasped, "She was positively screaming for me to get my butt in there."

Peter just looked at her in confusion. Olivia turned around and walked into Olive's room.

The baby looked like she was asleep, her face completely blank, but when Olivia picked her up she opened her eyes.

"What's up baby girl?"

"You don't already know… Sweetheart," He said sarcastically, testing the word.

"I can't read everything she does, Bishop," Olivia retorted.

"Isn't that your job, Sweetheart," He asked chuckling just a little bit.

"No. And call me 'Sweetheart' one more time, I'd really like that," Olivia spat back at him, not entirely playfully.

They both froze.

"You're kidding," Olivia whispered.

"The dream," Peter whispered.

"And you…"

"Sweetheart," They both whispered simultaneously, they looked down at the now sleeping baby in Olivia's arms, with a smile that no normal two week old would have been able to pull off, asleep or otherwise, painted across her face, "She didn't."

"Oh, no. She did not just put that dream into our heads."

"I'm pretty sure she did," Peter said.

Olivia put Olive back in the crib and walked out of the room, stopping in front of the kitchen sink and looking out into the dark night.

"Olivia…" Peter whispered, but the tone of his voice meant 'are you alright?'

"Thos is just a little bit much for me," Olivia said. Her breath was a bit heavy.

"What do you mean?" Peter asked, putting a hand on her shoulder.

"Our two week old child just tried to parent trap us with her psychotic mind manipulating abilities," Olivia said, her voice edged, "Its all just a little too thick for me."

"Olivia," Peter whispered. She looked over her shoulder at him, then turned her shoulders to face him slowly, his hand cupping her cheek, "I know you feel like you wanna break. But I have thought of a hundred reasons why you should hold on. To… to fight the other side, to take care of Olive, To… to save Our world, but in the end… you have to hold on because you belong with me." He searched her eyes and saw the weight of the pain on them. She put her hands lightly on his chest and he leaned in, tilting his head just slightly. Their lips were about to meet when Olivia bowed her head, closed her eyes.

"Peter…" she whispered.

"Yes," He breathed unmoving.

She took a deep breath that sounded on the edge of a sob, and pushed him away, "we should go back to bed." She turned without making eye contact with him and returned to her room.

Peter stared after her, left in solitude in the dark house…

Dreams and Flashbacks By: FringeDivision2008

Chapter By: Caithrine