A/N: italics are thoughts.

Honeymoon(s)

Walter had become extremely bossy and annoying over the last few days. Demanding that whenever someone went outside that they find him random pieces of metal, wires… electronic devices, even if they were broken and didn't work. Whenever they brought back something that he deemed useful he praised them extensively. But whenever someone complained about his methods, his experiments or anything he was involved in he became easily agitated, exclaiming that they were all getting in his way and that if they wanted to find a solution, a cure, that they need to let him work. These little outbursts occurred at least twice a day.

As the days drew on, collectively, they had gathered hundreds of wires, thousands of pieces of metal scraps and god-knows how many broken radios, iPods, microwaves, toasters, nails, bolts, copper wiring, anything and everything they found. Walter started building a power source first, stating that he would have to leave it out in the daylight to collect enough solar power to power the device before actually using it. He hoped that in the time it took him to build the first prototype, it would have built up enough power.

Charlie hadn't known where'd the pair had disappeared to. They'd been standing with them literally minutes ago and when Charlie turned around they were gone.

He'd been talking to Walter for the better part of two minutes. Walter wanted to give Olivia drugs he had concocted that were supposed to heighten her emotion responses. Walter told Charlie it would make it easier for Olivia to tap into her emotions, even a simple emotion such as happiness would fuel her fire ability, allowing her to keep a hold of it longer.

He'd built what he was sure would create an EM field large enough to engulf the campus. If that worked then he'd add on, make it bigger and bigger as each trial was successful. And now Walter had asked Charlie to find the blonde agent.

Bloody disappearing acts those two do. Where the hell do they go anyway? He wondered.

Charlie left the labs, walked the hallways, and searched the rooms.

He came upon a hallway. It was deserted, like everything else, but he could hear the sound of voices.

Don't blame them. Far away from the lab, from the mayhem, from reality. God knows they need privacy, peace and quiet.

Charlie opened the door he heard the voices and stopped dead in his tracks. This was not something he'd ever wanted to see.

Olivia, shirtless, braless, wearing only her underwear, pressed against Peter's bare chest while he stood in his jeans between her legs.

Olivia's long legs were wrapped securely around his waist, pushing them as close as possible. Olivia was facing Charlie, but her eyes were closed, her head thrown back as Peter kissed down her neck, sucking on her pulse point.

Charlie stood frozen, unable to move. Literally shocked in place. He'd always viewed Olivia as a close friend, a partner, a non-blood sister. Seeing someone he saw as a sibling in such a . . . compromising position was not on his list of things to see . . . ever.

This was the first time Charlie truly noticed Olivia's body. Not in a sexual way, though.

She'd always covered it up. Peter, seemingly, was the only one who had seen how badly George, had hurt her. Scars marked her smooth skin. Some scars were raised, bumps in her flesh, others flat, but the skin shiny where the cut had healed.

There was a large scar that sliced up from her hip and curved around to her back. Another across her arm and several smaller ones that were near-invisible.

The scar that caught his attention was the large bite mark just above her breast. He fumed inside. George had done all this to her, and for what? So he could get off on watching her in pain before he decided to eat her?

When Olivia started moaning, Charlie found the strength to forcibly cough. He'd been too caught up in his anger over her wounds, that he didn't notice that things had gotten heated between the couple. Hands were roaming further, tongues tangling, caresses lingering.

Olivia looked up to see who had disturbed them, Peter's lips barely grazing over her collarbone.

"What do you want, Charlie?" came Olivia's slightly dazed voice. She clung to Peter, attempting to shield her body from Charlie's view. Was she embarrassed about the scars or her bare breasts?

"Um . . . Dr Bishop wanted me to find you. Said something about more tests. But your busy," he went to leave,

"Tell Walter we'll be there in an hour." Peter growled at the interruption, his attention now completely focused back on Olivia.

With that Charlie left, closing the door and hurriedly walking back to the lab.

When he entered the lab, he came face to face with a disappointed Walter.

"Could you not find her?"

"Ah, no, Walter, I found her." Came the red-faced Charlie's response. He'd never be able to look at Olivia and Peter the same.

"Oh, is she coming?"

"They said they'd be here in an hour or so."

"Were they busy?" Walter mustn't have been paying attention; usually he was the first to 'get' these things, and making them painfully obvious to the rest of the lab.

"You could say that."

"What so important? Are they okay?" Astrid asked, joining the conversation. Broyles and John had been listening as well. Nothing better to do anyway.

"I . . . they . . ." he made strange hand gestures, unable to find words, embarrassed enough already, "they're . . ."

Everyone was looking at him with quizzical eyes.

"Honeymoon." Charlie stated simply, letting out the breath he'd been holding.

The room was filled with "Oh's" and Walter's nonchalant,

"Again?"

"This is like, their 3rd since they got married, well as married as they'll ever be." Astrid laughed. Their sneaking around hadn't been overlooked by the younger agent. By any of them.

A/N: Short, but the continuation is next – what Charlie interrupted :P