A/N: I'd like to say a HUGE thanks to boronia-lee for the lovely review, absolutely made my day! (well weeks since its been forever)
So I wrote a little smut cos I hadn't written any in a while.
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Also, a line from O's 3x16, but few words missing cos, well there are no collage kids around.
New Years Eve 2012
Things seemed to get a little better. In every way seemingly possible. Olivia, albeit slowly, returned to her normal self. She cared for Ashley again, and safe to say everyone in the lab was grateful. There had been very long nights when Ashley would cry and nothing Peter did would calm her. She wanted her mummy.
Peter had taken Katie and Ella outside for a while. Ella had tripped inside a (now-unstable) department store, falling through the floor, to a basement level below. No one knew it was there. There must have been other survivors because inside were stacked and shelved cans of fruit, vegetables, soups. Heating equipment, torches, blankets.
It was the end of the world; finder's keepers really did apply here.
They all started eating more. Katie put on weight, considering she was twig thin, it was praised and encouraged.
As winter set in for good, the group started making adjustments to conserve heat. Whenever Olivia was up either keeping watch or just couldn't sleep she'd keep her hand alight, and would relight the barrel fires when they went out. She wouldn't dare try sleeping with her hand on fire, not with Ashley with her, or Peter. She could protect them if she chose but she had to concentrate on it, but when she was asleep her concentration would slip, she would become a danger.
Though the nights were cold, the days were still relatively warm. Warm enough that anyone could venture outside and not freeze to death.
According to Walter's 'calculations and something about the sun and moon's positioning, all in all, Olivia wasn't really listening, all she heard was,
"Today's New Year's Eve!" came Walter's ecstatic voice.
"We missed Christmas?" came the shocked reply of Ella and Katie. Christmas, not to mention just about everyone's birthdays. Time had become meaningless to them now. Their ages, birthdays, holiday traditions no longer meant anything, not compared to their survival.
Walter looked down at the girls as he spoke, "Unfortunately my dears, yes." Walter turned towards the adults, "But, it means we must have a New Years Eve Party tonight! Though I am not quite sure what year exactly, but a New Year nonetheless."
"Walter. We are living in the lab, eating canned foods and barely making it through winter and you want to throw a party? With what? There's nothing here." Charlie and John both agreed with Peter on this.
"Walter, a party may not be the best idea." Charlie saw Walter's face fall, feeling guilty he quickly added, "but doesn't mean we can't celebrate it. Just without balloons, streamers, and chips. Oh what I'd kill for some chips right now." Charlie sulked.
"When I was pregnant, I had these burger cravings." Olivia added.
"Was this before or after the spaghetti?" Charlie asked her.
"After." Olivia answered, "Right now, I miss Bacon."
"Ooh, bacon." Was Peter's.
"And beer." John spoke. "I miss beer bowling."
"There still beer lurking around."
"Yeah but not the good stuff. Plus it's probably expired by now." John said to Peter.
"Hot dogs." Came a deep voice from behind them.
They all turned to see Broyles standing there.
"Oh hot dogs. Mustard, tomato sauce, cheese, onions." Walter added. He clapped his hands eagerly as if hoping one would randomly appear in front of him.
They all went silent as they each pictured the food they missed the most.
Oreo's were Ella's. Stringers (the cheese things) were Katie's. Walter missed eating waffles with honey, cream with pepper sauce. But that was trumped when someone mentioned fish sticks.
By midday, the group had gathered what 'luxury' foods they had and could find.
Walter had decided on sitting outside with random equipment he "found" in the storage closet where he kept all his old stuff, playing with dials and gadgets doing god-knows-what. He wanted to create a clock so he could count down the midnight.
Olivia was in the office. Ashley tucked underneath her shirt as she fed.
"I'm going to talk to Astrid then can you meet me in the hall once Ash is done?"
"Yeah, just a minute." Olivia looked at the feeding child, wincing as she suckled too hard.
Once Ashley was fed, Olivia patted her back until she burped.
"There we go." Olivia said as she placed Ashley in the makeshift cot, tucking the child in as she slept.
The second the lab doors closed, Peter kissed her hard.
When he pulled away, Olivia was smirking at him.
"This why you called me out here? So we can make-out out here and not in front of your dad?"
"Exactly." Peter kissed her again before taking her hand, and leading her down the hallway.
Their clothes were stripped as soon as Olivia closed and locked the door of their room behind them, separating them from the rest of the world. Within moments both were naked. Peter sat in the middle of the bed, Olivia's legs wrapped around his waist, holding her to him.
Peter kissed his way down her neck, revealing in the orgasmic sound that escaped her lips as he did so.
He kissed his way down her neck, over her collarbone, sucking on her pulse point. He made a wary note that her breast were still sensitive, kissing each lightly. The light feathery touch of Peter's lips was enough to entice a soft moan from her.
Together they moved, slowly at first, Peter moving deep within her.
Olivia's strangled cries of 'faster' and 'harder' encouraged him on, speeding up their pace.
Peter felt himself near his peak, and shifted their position so he could snake a hand to their fronts and touch her.
Olivia choked on her words, her cries of pleasure barely silenced by Peter's lips as they fell over the edge together.
Night came quickly. Everyone distracted by the preparations, cooking the food, securing everything, and other things. The boys did a quick once over through the school and the halls, locking everything up and sealing the door as they returned. They had test tube bombs near each window just in case. The flames light reflecting off the glass made the room glow.
They pigged out once everything was cooked.
Ella and Katie played with the deck of cards. Or what use to be the deck of cards and was now missing several cards. Astrid
Broyles and John disassembled, cleaned and reassembled their favourite weapons. (John's the AK47 and Broyles his 9mm which he took everywhere.)
Olivia and Peter were sitting against the wall on a tattered mattress. Olivia sat between Peter's legs as she nursed Ashley. Once the child burped, she yawned, snuggling against Olivia's chest. Olivia, following her lead, settled against Peter's chest, slowly allowing sleep to claim her as it did her daughter. Peter watched his two favourite girls as they slept. They were so peaceful. He wrapped his arms protectively around both of them, settling against the wall behind him.
What felt like only an hour later, Walter jumped up and down suddenly, waking the sleeping Peter and Olivia, and stirring the young child that they held close to their bodies.
"WAKE UP!" he cried. "Everyone up. Come on!" he was bouncing on the balls of his feet. Jumping back and forth.
"Walter! What is it?" Peter asked his father, annoyed.
"It's one minute to midnight! One minute till the new year."
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"Happy New Year!" Everyone cheered, Walter jumping up and down with excitement.
They'd made it this far. They'd survived, together, for so long.
But it wasn't over. Not by a long shot.
A/N: anyone find the 'That '70s Show reference'? I was watching season 4 when I wrote this so it kinda slipped it in there :P
I wrote this and Chpt. 20 together, and I had a bit of trouble writing it. My brain literally refused to let me write.
I plan to not update until I've finished the story completely so it can be daily updates.