A/N: I want to thank everyone who reviewed with name suggestions, and comments, they make me feel loved, and that this is worth it.

The name I have chosen was suggested by Fringe Friend – the name meaning 'the product of fire'.

Thanks to Above and beyond for nagging me :D

And to mfaerie 32 (Jen) – who was wondering why I changed the gender of the baby – Meh, I just felt like it, sort of a last minute thought, surprise twist I guess :P

PREVIOUSLY

The baby in Olivia's arms started crying. Olivia tried to 'shush' her, rocking her gently. Peter managed to stand, clutching his arm to his chest, stumbling towards her and their daughter.

"Hi," Peter smiled at the baby, brushing a finger across her cheek. She moved under the touch, one tiny hand wrapping around his finger, holding it.

Peter looked up at Olivia, sighing in relief.

He let out a laugh, smiling at her, "You did it."

"Come here."

Olivia pulled him to her, kissing him with all she had.

October 2012

"Just a little longer, Agent Dunham. Can you focus more of it towards the tubes?" Walter inquired. He perched eagerly on his bar stool, watching out the lab window.

It was the middle of the day and Olivia was standing outside, meters from the lab's windows. She stood, surrounded by flames that engulfed her body. The grass she stood on was either burnt or gone completely. There were several test tubes that Walter had lined with Aluminium foil he had found. They sat about a foot in front of her.

"I am trying Walter, but you know it's kind of hard to concentrate when you won't stop talking!" she hissed. Yes, she was getting impatient. Walter wanted her to hurry up, but wouldn't give her 5 seconds alone with her thoughts to concentrate.

Charlie and Peter stood up the steps of the Harvard entrance, watching as Olivia moved with the flames.

"You know, your father may be a little out there sometimes," Charlie spoke. Peter gave him a look, "okay, most of the time, but this is one hell of a good idea. I'm surprised it worked the first time."

"Yeah, I got to agree with you on this one." Peter accepted.

Walter had deduced that if Olivia could control the fire enough to capture it in a container, a bottle, it could then be used as a weapon.

Broyles and Charlie had designed a 'weapon' of sorts. Nothing else to do with their free time. Attach a test tube, filled with fire, to another test tube filled with gas or something explosive/flammable, all you had to do was throw it at a target. The test tubes will break, the gas mixing with the fire and BOOM! You got yourself a crispy creature.

Their trial runs were successful and now Walter had Olivia make several dozen of test tubes with fire. The aluminium inside would keep the flame alive long enough for an attack. Several days was the longest one lasted.

They planned on going to the Creature's hive that night, throw in a couple test tubes and run like hell. You know, just to see what happened exactly.

If this worked, they would have a way to reduce the creature's numbers faster then they multiplied. If they could tell other survivors of this 'cure/weapon' then it would give hope to the hopeless and a future to the human race. God knows they need it.

When Olivia was done, it was nearly half past 3 according to Charlie's watch. Olivia's clothing was burnt to a crisp, barely hanging onto her. Her jeans were now shorts, her shirt barely covering her breasts. (Gave a whole new meaning to fireproof clothing.)

"How's Ashley?" Olivia asked,

"Ah, with John."

"Of course." Olivia sighed,

Their daughter, Ashley Rachel Dunham-Bishop, was only 2 months old and had already taken a fancy to John. John had a way with her. None of them, even John, could see why she liked him, but she was her third choice when Olivia and Peter weren't around. She'd cry like mad whenever Astrid, Broyles, even Walter held her, but John she was okay with. Ashley liked Ella, well liked pulling on her long hair.

John seemed happy, having something to do. He was their resident babysitter. Astrid had Walter, Charlie and Ella had taken to being friends. Broyles was happy keeping watch each night, sleeping during the days. Occasionally Olivia would join him, whenever Ashley woke her up. The back office had been soundproofed to the best of their ability. Ashley had a great set of lungs, screaming at all hours of the night, but of course sleeping like an angel during the day.

Being born during the end of the world had its bonuses. Ashley was surrounded by people who loved her and would do anything to protect her. She always had someone caring for her, holding her and was their number one priority, followed by Ella and Walter (when he wasn't lucid he was most vulnerable).

Ashley, of course like her mother, was fascinated by the fire Olivia produced. Ashley wasn't harmed by the flames like Peter or the others were. Walter is confident that Ashley inherited the same ability as Olivia. Peter had found her sitting around scorched toys and blankets, but Olivia nowhere around. It was only logical that Ashley would be like her mother.

As the months grew on, she could cause puffs of smoke out her nose, and slight sparks when clapping her hands, but nothing dangerous, not quite yet.

POPOPOP

Charlie and Broyles sat, strapping gas tubes to the fire tubes. It had taken them an hour and a half to do 20. Ella was reading what remained of a booked called, 'A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L'Engle' The end few pages were missing, but she was a bright kid, she could make up her own ending. Ashley was curled up, asleep in the office, John sitting meters away, in case she woke. John too, was sleeping. Astrid was trying to keep Walter at bay; he was obviously having one of his moments. Jumping around the room, making incoherent sentences, babbling on about thins from Peter's childhood. Nothing new there.

Peter and Olivia finally had a chance to return to their 'room', the storage closet, hidden in the classroom. The second Ashley fell asleep they were gone, disappearing from the lab before anyone could blink.

Lying spent together in the rickety bed, they lay there in their bliss, holding onto their moment before something else ruined it. They still had a few hours before dark, but who knew how long Ashley would sleep for. Their bodies were covered in a thin layer of sweat, the cool evening air breezed in through the open window above them.

Peter's hand drew random patterns on her naked back. Peter was entirely content on staying this way forever, but Olivia had other plans. She shifted suddenly, rolling them so she straddled him.

Peter looked up at her in mock surprise.

"Really, you think you can go for round four?"

Olivia simply nodded happily.

"Seriously, I swear, you had the baby but kept the pregnancy hormones." He laughed, his hands stroking up her thighs to her waist.

Olivia looked down, "I don't see you complaining." She smirked.

Olivia shifted slightly, taking him in all at once. Peter choked on the gasp that tried to escape his lips. It was a sudden pleasurable feeling. Before Peter could protest the suddenness, Olivia moved her hips, thrusting against him. His protest forgotten against the sensations.

It was too soon Peter felt himself stir. He forced himself to push against her hips in a bruising manner, forcing her to stop moving. Olivia pouted down at him, innocently.

"Slow, sweetheart." He breathed, "Ashley is cared for, so go slow. We can take our time."

Olivia started moving again, slower than before. Peter moved under her, shifting he could touch her.

As Olivia's pace became erratic, Peter moved his fingers between her folds, faster as she moved against him.

They both fell over the edge together, again for the fourth time that evening, gasping the others name, suppressing the screams of pleasure that they wanted to let out.

When they lay back down, Olivia's legs tangled with Peter's, Peter pressed kisses in her hair. He suddenly laughed.

"What's so funny?"

"Just remembering your insatiable need was what got us Ashley in the first place, that and your lack of seeing pot holes." he smiled into her hair.

"Yeah, well, firstly, not my fault, I was looking for creatures not pot holes, and once again, were you complaining?"

A/N: Short, I know, but just wanted to throw out there the start for a cure/weapon.

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