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Reference: "…I thought you were Walter…" (6B), "…don't remember any of this…" (Jacksonville), "…you're not fine, you're not sleeping…" (Amber 31422), "…what…?" (6B), "…if you think it was a mistake…" (6B)

Chapter 19 – Express

"Hey Liv, you ok?" Rachel had waited until Olivia had settled back into the apartment before going to see her. Over the last day or so, Olivia had pulled out almost all of the old photos that she had, many from when she was in primary school, some from when she was in high school, Charlie and Sonia and Beth and Bobby, even old photos of Peter, things were very different now, but what Rachel noticed Olivia look at were photos of herself when she was a child, back in Jacksonville, back before Rachel was born or just a very young baby. Some were photos from the childcare centre that Olivia had been sent to when their mother couldn't look after her and their father was away. It was strange to see Olivia looking at the old photos.

"Oh yea Rach, I'm fine, just trying to remember some stuff that's all." She smiled at up her sister, not wanting to move from her seat on the ground, Rachel joining her instead. "What are you trying to remember?" Rachel reached out for the photo Olivia held in her hand, taking in the two small children who were playing together in the sandpit, the similar green dress that Rachel had seen Olivia wear in many photos as a child standing out to her. "You haven't changed a bit…" Running her fingers over the picture Rachel looked down at the young child in front of her, reminding her so much of her own child. Olivia reached out to the photo, taking it from her, "You know…I don't remember any of this, nothing, not even small bit. I have no recollection of ever being at this childcare…" She didn't bother look up at her sister, Olivia knew the look she was being given. "Well…" Rachel leaned over and touched her sister's leg, "…it was around the same time as Stephan came on the scene, maybe it's a good thing you don't remember it…" Rachel walked away from her, knowing that Stephan was still a tough subject, she doubted that that would ever change.

Olivia listened as her sister walked away from her, closing the door slowly behind her, thankful that she had some time to herself. Looking over the photos and the drawn pictures in the box she had in front of her, she picked up a hand drawn picture of a field of tulips, her name signed at the bottom in childish hand writing. Something about the picture making her think back to her time being captured, something about the picture made her feel a little warmer inside, ever so slightly happier. Deciding it was time she had to go and see Walter, Olivia grabbed her keys and her phone from the bed and made her way into the lounge, watching as her niece lay on the couch asleep from watching a movie. "Hey Rach, I'm going out for a while, don't wait up for me ok…" Olivia spoke as she made her way past her sister, who barely got time to reply a 'no problem' before the door shut behind her.

Running up the front steps of the Bishop's house, she noticed that there was only one light on and that was a top on to the left, hoping it wasn't too late, she knocked on the front door and waited. Many things ran through her mind as she waited for someone to answer the door, things like what she would do if it was Peter who answered the door, what she was say to Walter, how she could have a conversation without Peter around or worrying or wondering what was going on. Her mind wandered over many things, but none of the included 'what to do if Peter Bishop is the only Bishop in the house.' It wasn't until the door swung open and Peter stood in her way did her mind wander over that lovely little thought. "Hey, what are you doing here?" Peter watched as Olivia shuffled on her feet, a little unsure of herself. "Is Walter not here?" she peeked passed him as if expecting to see Walter shuffle in behind Peter. "Ah no, he is with Astrid. They are playing monopoly or something, he's probably going to stay there, I'm not sure. She made me pack him a night bag so I guess she was expecting him to stay. Is everything alright?" Peter watched as Olivia licked her lips as of contemplating what to say next.

"Um, yea. Can I come in?" she motioned towards the hallway and listened as Peter laughed at himself like he didn't realize he was in the way. "Of course Livia, come in." As he stood back to let her in he took her all in, the dark circles under her eyes, the way her hair just dropped on her shoulders. He knew how she was struggling after the kidnapping, he was just glad she was ok.

As they walked towards the kitchen he spoke softly, "So how have you been? Looking forward to be back at work tomorrow?" She had been off for a few days after the kidnapping, Broyles orders and something she was none to pleased about at all. "Oh yea, gets me out of the house at least." She tried to smile, lighten up the conversation at little. Olivia sat at the bench as he reached into the fridge, bringing out a bottle of red wine, uncorked, she wondered why he had it there... "Want some?" She only nodded as he poured two glasses in front of her, taking the bar stool next to her before sitting face on.

"What's going on Livia? And don't tell me nothing, or your fine. You're not fine, you haven't been sleeping at all. What's going on inside that head of yours?" It was as if he still knew her better than anyone else in the world, and the sad part was, after about 7 years of being apart from each other, he still was the person who knew her better than anyone else in the world. "Peter..." But his look stopped her in her tracks and so she decided it was high time she spoke to him, about everything...well almost everything. "I just…I keep seeing things, memories, dreams, I don't know honestly, I can't tell the difference anymore…" She dropped her head into her hands, sighing, "…but after what happened, what they did to me and what I saw while I was being drugged, Peter...I have no idea what they did to me…" she looked up at him slowly, blinking a few times. Peter took the chance to lay his hand over hers bringing back a warm sensation. "…I'm scared Peter…"

This caused Peter to stand suddenly, coming to her side and pulling her into a warm and safe hug. "Oh Livia, don't be scared. You are safe and I promise you we will work out what they wanted from you. I'm just glad you're back and you're ok." He swayed gently as he spoke, holding her close, making sure she knew that she really was safe with him. It didn't take long for the silence to take over while he held her, they just stayed together for a moment, taking in the feeling of being in that situation again. "Olivia…thank you for coming and talking to me, I have been so worried about you the last couple of days." He spoke into her hair before she pulled away from him and smiled gently, placing her hand on his chest, "I'll be ok Peter, I just…I guess after the last week or so I needed to talk to you…" The look on her face told him more than she actually did. He knew she wanted to talk to him about the night they danced, about what he told her and how that now affected them both, and if he was honest with himself, that's the part of this meeting that was terrifying him.

"You want to talk about that night, don't you?" She smiled back at him again as she sat back on the chair, albeit a little closer to him now, her knees touching his gently. "Come on Peter, that wasn't just something small, it was actually kinda huge…" he nodded as he reached for his glass again, taking a swig before sighing. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have told you like that, I just couldn't take that look from you anymore." Olivia scrunched up her face as she watched him run his hand over his face, dropping his shoulders. "What look?" She didn't know what he was talking about but she hoped that he would tell her. He laughed slightly before turning back to her, "The looked of utter disappointment. I've seen it enough times from you these last few months, I just hated seeing it and knowing that it actually was directed to me…" Peter turned away from her. . It took her a moment to make up her mind and when she did, it happen fairly quickly, Olivia reached out and touched his cheek with her hand. Gently forcing his face up to look at her, she leaned forward a little more, "Peter…thank you…" Peter didn't move as he watched Olivia lean in towards him, slowly, her eyes never leaving his until her lips touched his gently, leaning in a little more to put a little more pressure on his lips before pulling away. As if on instinct Peter leaned forward slightly, wanting more of the kiss but he felt her pull away and so he did as well.

When his eyes opened up his smile widened, her eyes were closed still and her lips were parted, a smile resting on her lips. He watched as her hooded eyes opened slowly, meeting his instantly, "What?" but her head shook gently and her cheeks blushed, "Nothing…nothing at all." She had suddenly become very shy, not being able to meet his gaze or keep the small smile from her lips, it wasn't until he touched her hand did she look up at him again. "Livia…" but nothing else was said as he pulled her from the chair and closer to him, bringing his lips back down hers and holding her closer, letting her take the lead but making sure she didn't go anywhere. Olivia let her tongue graze Peter's lower lip as the kiss deepened feeling him groan into her kiss and her hands went around his neck and into his hair. But when air became a neccessity, they pulled apart, Peter placing a kiss on Olivia cheek. With his eyes still closed he dropped his forehead to hers, "God, Livia, you have no idea how long I have wanted to be able to do that…" She laughed against him, "it has been a while hasn't it?"

Pulling away from her, Peter took in all of her face, the soft glow of her eyes and the hint of a smile coming from the left side of her mouth. There was another lapse of silence between them, neither minded though, it wasn't until Olivia thought she should tell Peter exactly what happened while she was away did she speak. "Ok so I did come over for something other than that…" she smiled when he laughed, before he reached for her hand and entwined their hands, never wanting to let go. "…um when I was being drugged, look I don't know what you saw or whatever, Broyles told me about the footage that was sent to the FBI and that house, but um whatever that had injected into me, it made me see things, hear things. I saw my stepfather, he was in front of me, talking to me. I felt like my whole mind was being ripped open. I don't know what it was or why I felt that way but I have a feeling that something else I coming Peter. They kept saying they wanted what I could do. Kept telling me they would make me more special…Peter what the hell did they want from me?" her eyebrows knitted together as she thought back to what she remembered. "I'm not to sure Livia, but we will find out. We will talk to Walter and see what they hell they were on about."

She nodded as he spoke, suddenly her mind racing back to what Walter had said about her being drugged as a child, now she knew she really had to go and speak to Walter but not now, now she was going to take the time to be with Peter. "Are you ok? You look exhausted…" She was brought back to Peter staring at her and she smiled. "Yea I'm pretty tired. I guess you are right I haven't been sleeping the last few nights." She looked down at their hands and smiled, "Come on…" she pulled him from the chairs to the couch before shucking the jacket on the chair next to the couch. Bringing Peter to lay down on the couch, she laid in front of him, her back flush with his. "Sleep sweetheart, you need it." He placed a gentle kiss on her neck, feeling her shudder gently against him. "Night Peter…" She was asleep before he even had a chance to reply. Smiling to himself, Peter allowed sleep to take him over, with the smell of Olivia filling his senses.

Groaning Peter, rubbed his eyes and cursed the day he bought the couch. It was uncomfortable and too small for him and yet he had still fallen asleep on it, he hated the couch…that was until he heard a soft moan come from next to him and as he looked down and found that Olivia was laying next to him, the memories started to come back now, her coming over, them talking and then her lips on his, something he thought would never happen again. Looking down, he found her face was scrunched slightly, her lips parted and sot noises coming from her lips, her hands scrunching at whatever piece of his shirt she could grab. "Shh, Livia, you're ok…" he rubbed her arm gently and watched as her grip relaxed before he moved from the couch, pulling Olivia into his arms and carefully carried her up to his room. He placed her on the bed and removed her shoes, watching as her toes curled in an adorable sort of way, she turned on the bed to her side, hugging the pillow in a more comfortable position, definitely a much more comfortable place for her to sleep, he knew she would appreciate it, eventually.

Placing a slight kiss on her forehead, Peter smiled as he walked away, having her back in his bed the way she was, was something he had dreamed about for a very long time and he would be damned if he let her slip away again. Making his way back into the kitchen, Peter cleaned up the glasses that had been left from the night before, only after checking the time. It was already 7am and Walter wasn't home and Olivia was still asleep, he could get used that feeling. Sitting down at the bench he sighed, she was back but they still had no idea what the hell they wanted from her or what they did to her, other than what he saw. He just wanted to know what they did so he could help her but he also knew that she was taken after seeing her old friend, he didn't want to admit it, but he had a sneaking suspicion that he had something to do with it. Creaking from behind him caught his attention and he looked up to find Olivia standing behind him, a slightly frightened look on her face.

"Hey you ok?" Peter jumped from the chair to her side, noticing as her face softened significantly. "Yea, sorry, just got a bit weirded out when I woke up in another room, that's all." She moved to the chair she had occupied the night before, pushing his over to him. "Peter…can we just talk for a second?" She dropped her head as if she was nervous and he smiled, "Sure, what do you want to talk about?" She turned to face him again, letting her hand rest on his knee, unconscious to what it was actually doing to him. "Well, last night, or this morning, we kissed…" he stopped her with a hand up, "If you think it was a mistake…" But her hand reached out to grab his hand with hers, "No Peter, that's not what I want to say…I wanted to say that I know what happened between us was a long time ago and that we still have so much to work through and you know me, I'm so scared that something is going to happen and you are going to leave again…I'm just…" She sighed and looked away, trying to right herself before looking back up at him, "…I want to try this again, I want to have another go at us, if it's what you want but it's going to take me a while, I mean I still have so many question about what happened and I'm sure you want to know about my life since I saw you last but if you want to give this a go, I am willing to try…"

She had never seen Peter's face light up so fast, well she had once but this was different. "Yea I know you have questions and I will answer anything you want, just tell me this is real…" He leaned forward on his seat and placed a kiss on her cheek and her neck making her laugh and pull away from him, "Peter…come on, I was being serious…" All he did was move his head to her other side and kiss her cheek again, "So was I…" but he didn't continue…if she wanted answers he was going to give them to her. "What do you want to know…" She blinked a few times, thinking of the first question she wanted to ask, "Who was she Peter?" it was straight and to the point, he knew what she was on about, the look on his face showed a little bit of confusion but she knew he knew. "When I rang you a few times, I was able to get a hold of your old roommate, he told me that you'd left with another girl one morning." Olivia expected him to drop his head but he didn't, he stayed watching her. "Tess. It was Tess from high school. Her brother Michael works with the guy I owe money to, we went to school with them. Anyway, she was helping me get away, no one was supposed to see her." Now he did drop his head, he was ashamed of leaving with her but disappointed with himself that Olivia had found out.

"Did you two have anything together after that? I know you two used to be together back in high school but…" she tipped her head to the side, he knew that look and he hated it. "She wasn't you Olivia…" that was all he said, that's all it took for her to drop his gaze and look away from her. She did ask him to be honest, "Olivia…that come out wrong. It was only a few years ago. I met up with her while I was in another country, I promise you that nothing happened for a long time. I was still completely in love with you to even look at someone else, I guess that I believed that if I didn't look at anyone else, that I could still pretend that I didn't leave you, that I hadn't walked away from you…" He was ashamed of himself, Olivia could tell that, his head dropped and his hands found their way to his lap, fidgeting like he always did when he was nervous, which wasn't very often. "Peter…" Olivia reached for his cheek, trying to get him to look at her, but the downcast look on his face broke her heart.

Standing from the seat, she pulled him with her wanting to make sure he was looking at her. "It's ok Peter…" Leaning forward on her toes, Olivia placed her lips gently over his, wanting to feel him, wanting to be close to him. It didn't take long before Peter had is arms wrapped around Olivia's waist and was bringing her closer to him, letting his tongue run along her bottom lip, begging for access that she willingly granted.

Being so caught up in their own affecting, neither of them noticed Walter standing in the doorway, blinking a few times before he realised that it was Olivia and Peter kissing, his lips parted into an enormous smile, before he scurried off to his room, hoping that hadn't noticed him.

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