A/N: decided to put in a bit of embarrassing/funny Walter – tell me what you think

Walter, being well, Walter

Walter's drug cocktail did exactly as he had planned. Every emotion Olivia felt became heightened. She was overly happy at one moment, and easily upset the next. It wasn't just emotions, she was always full of energy, regardless of how long she slept. Everything was okay since Peter had a very effective way of keeping her happy, sated and use up a lot of her new-found energy.

"How long until she's . . . normal?" Peter asked Walter one day.

It wasn't that Peter didn't mind his liaisons with Olivia, he enjoyed them just as much as she did, but her constant sexual cravings were being to take its toll. One sexual thought, one glance at Peter across the lab and her desire was instantly intensified because of Walter's drugs. She'd practically jump him in the middle of the lab. Peter had tried to, calmly and politely refuse, trying to tell her that though she seems to have gained quite a stamina, he hadn't been given the drug, he got tired after several rounds. But as usual, Olivia would pout at him and then completely ignore him until he gave in and gave her what she wanted.

She was like a child who didn't get something they wanted.

Surprisingly, Walter was the first one to mention something none of them had thought about yet.

"I, for one, am excited about Olivia's extreme sexual desire."

Peter was thrown back by his statement.

"What did you say, Walter?"

"Well, son, you and Agent Dunham have been regularly having intercourse, so it is only logical to assume that she will be pregnant again soon, if not already." Walter was unaware of the shocked looks form everyone in the lab,

"Well, we can't expect Ashley to be my only grandchild now can we? Ooh, I hope the next one is a boy. You can name him 'Walter'. Or 'Peter junior'."

The sudden look of horror across Peter's face went unnoticed by Walter as he continued to ramble off boy names.

Neither Peter nor Olivia had thought about the consequences, Peter too caught up in pleasing his wife.

Ashley had been a fluke, a very good fluke (and Peter would change nothing about her or how she came to be). But he didn't want to have to burden Olivia or the others in the lab with another child. Not to mention what the child would have to grow up in. It was bad enough that Ashley was born in such a harsh world.

"What if she is pregnant?" Peter murmured, "right now? No child should grow up in this. I love Ashley but she deserves better."

They all looked over at the sleeping women. Olivia's arms wrapped protectively around Ashley, hugging her as close as she could.

Ashley was awake now, her small fingers twirling a lock of Olivia's hair as she watched it in awe.

"Has she been sick lately? Any change in her eating habits?" Walter inquired of Peter,

"No, not that I've noticed."

"Well, son, you should find some other way to keep her happy. Perhaps" Walter started walking away, "and when she wakes, tell her that I would like to see her in the yard." And with that Walter disappeared out the doors.

oOo

Olivia found Walter in the yard, having set up . . . something.

"Walter, what is this? Peter said that you wanted to see me?"

"Here, my dear, is a course I've designed. It is for you to use whenever you please, to help control your abilities and emotions."

"Okay."

"Now, I'm going to tell you some things and you are to tell me what emotional reaction you experience. I then want you to control it, channel it into a fire-ball, as they are called, and hold it for 30 seconds in front of you. I then want you to throw it towards the target on that tree."

Olivia followed his pointed finger, and found a large tree several meters away with a bow-and-arrow target draw on it.

"Ready, my dear?"

Olivia nodded.

"Think of your sister. Think of Rachel."

Olivia closed her eyes, thinking back to when Rach and Ella had first shown up at her doorstep needing a place to stay. She remembered having a flour-fight with her whilst trying to make cookies. She thought back to when she defended her from Greg, how she comforted her when Greg gave her the divorce papers.

"What do you feel?"

"Protective. No matter where she would be, I always felt like I had to protect her from something."

"And now that she is dead?"

"I miss her. I long to see her looking at me, to hold her hand."

Olivia felt the heat start to rise in her. Her eyes burning, iris's changing to a fiery red.

"Good. Now focus on those emotions and create a ball of fire in from of you."

Olivia did this. Focusing on everything about Rachel, everything that reminded Olivia of her.

Slowly, a ball of flames came together a meter in front of her, the flames appearing out of nowhere, adding to the ball as it grew bigger. It stopped once it was the size of a basketball.

"Now throw it. Use your mind and aim for the target."

She did as she was told. The ball scorching the tree, but nowhere near the target.

"That was good. We just need to find a deeper emotion. Something that gives you a larger emotional response."

"Okay. How long will this take, Walter?"

"As long as is needed, my dear."

oOo

They were at it for hours. Each time Walter conjured up an emotion in her, it wasn't enough. They'd moved away from her family and work and were now, much to Olivia's reluctance, Walter had chosen her past and present lovers.

"And what about that man from Germany, Peter said his name was Lucas, I think. How do you feel about him?"

"I feel . . . nothing. Friendship maybe, there might be some anger."

"Anger, why?"

"He left me for a job."

"How powerful is that emotion in you?"

"It's not even causing a spark. Walter, we've been at it for hours. I'm tired. Can we do this tomorrow?" Olivia was still standing while Walter had taken a seat on the grass. He refused to let her sit down claiming that it would cause her to relax and make it harder to determined an emotion.

"What about John Scott. How do you feel about him?"

"At what point in time?"

"Alright, when you first met him?"

"Love. I guess. Well, what I thought was love."

"And after he betrayed you?"

"Anger. Confusion."

"And now?"

"Friendship. He's a good man, he'll protect us all." Olivia opened her eyes and looked at the (mad) scientist.

"Walter it's not working. I've missed the target all 9 times I've managed to create a ball of fire. It's not working."

"How do you feel towards Peter?" Walter continued as if she hadn't said anything.

The sound of his name made lower parts of her tingle.

"Love. Passion. And lust. Right now I want to drag him down the hallway and . . ." she stopped mid sentence, realising what she was about to say, and in front of whom.

Walter looked at her with that eager, intrigued and all together creepy smile. Like he knew some dirty secret and would blabber to everyone.

Olivia glared at him,

"Go on." Olivia's glare got even angrier, "I'm talking about channelling it, Agent Dunham." Olivia didn't believe him half as much but continued.

The ball gathering in front of her. She threw it at the target. Missing the bullseye by one circle.

"The closest yet."

They continued on. The sun starting to set before Walter found the right emotion and its trigger.

Olivia had returned to the lab crying, her body shaking. Something had scared her, and no one but Walter knew what.

A/N: can anyone guess what it was?