… Although Peter's initial excitement at this scene had been muted by the need to get over a surprise in the lab.

After he took care of his pressing bladder, and cleaned himself up a bit, he wandered out to make his way back to the two women, who he thought would be anxiously waiting for his return.

"Hello, Son. I wasn't aware that it is Tuesday," came from a corner and made Peter reflexively jerk. When he realized the source of the voice, he ran back into the bathroom, and then returned to the lab wearing a towel around his waist.

Walter had woken up feeling unusually groggy, but some acid reflux was bugging him. An egg stick or spaghetti cube had not agreed with him, so he sought some kind of neutralizing agent in the lab.

That's when he heard the sounds coming from the office/makeshift bedroom. At first, he was happy that Peter and Olivia had taken up their marital activities once again, like rabbits; but after a few minutes of… accidentally listening… he was certain that he wasn't hearing Olivia calling out to God, Jesus, and Peter… Astrid?

"Psh… like I have never seen your penis before, Peter," Walter stated as if it were a perfectly normal thing.

Peter asked in a sardonic tone, not amused to be caught the one time he braved going out into the lab buck-naked, "Was I an adult at the time?"

"Does it matter? A penis is a penis, except you seem to have been blessed with a large endowment, too. Which shouldn't surprise me; like father, like son. And from the sound of things, you make excellent use of it."

Peter wanted nothing more than to pretend that this was just a dream, because discussing his dick with his father—and especially having it compared to his father's—was definitely nightmare territory.

He rubbed his eyes, and chuckled low, "Dad, no more, please."

"Ok… well, don't let the old man keep you tied up. Go on back, and enjoy yourself." Walter flashed a proud-but-forlorn grin to Peter, and started to shuffle back to his own bed.

Peter was mortified at first.

You'd think after all this time that I would have seen every crazy, embarrassing thing that Walter has to offer, but no. He continues to be one step ahead of me.

Peter shuddered at the thought that the only thing that could top this was Walter actually watching him in the act of sex. He was pretty sure that would be the end of him. He could see Walter giving him some instructions based on some weird study he had read or performed in the 70's…

Not that Peter wasn't a ready student of recent sex research, but still…

The thoroughly disturbed son wasn't sure if he could get it up again tonight after thinking on that scary scenario.

The younger Bishop also had just the slightest moment of guilt at that time. How long had it been since Walter had known the touch and love of a woman? Maybe he could arrange something for him. Later. Tonight was his.

It didn't take long for him to put the embarrassing encounter out of his mind. No worries about Little Peter refusing to wake up. Oh yes, he was a greedy fucker. Sorry, Dad.

What was before him was simply mesmerizing. Peter had faced that fact that he was a pervert early on his life, and out of all the things had seen and done, this simple act between his wife and friend as they loved one another turned him on like nothing else. His pole made this all too apparent as it was so stiff and straining that it arched up, almost painfully straight, and his pre-cum dripped down his shaft, as it made its way down to lightly coat his balls. He simply sat back, his jaw agape, and tried not to blink, as he spat on his hand and worked it up and down his painfully throbbing, envious erection.

The two women switched to a 69 position. Olivia's body quivered with every delicious stroke of Astrid's tongue, and she herself had never known anything like giving such pleasure to another woman, as the woman's delicious offering was right in front of her. Astrid explained that she had been involved with numerous female lovers, and that Peter was actually one of the comparatively few men she had ever had sex with, even though she enjoyed them sometimes, too.

Olivia was perfectly happy to continue their little reciprocal fun for a while. She thought that this must be what Peter feels like on the giving end, when he went to town on her. He—she—was lucky that he enjoyed cunnilingus so much, because he didn't, she would have found a woman a long time ago. Astrid's touch was way different from her husband's. Peter, although an amazing lover, often had the mindset of an engineer; very learned about female anatomy; very methodical; efficient even… He was sometimes hyper-focused on making her cum, like it was some sort of challenge. But he knew exactly what buttons to push, so she could flood him like clockwork. However, he cared for her pleasure, and it's what really got him off the best, so Olivia was grateful for this aspect of him. He usually liked to be in control, and Olivia loved to knock him off course from time-to-time, taking complete lead, which he also enjoyed—a lot. Who was she kidding; Peter enjoyed just about anything intimate involving her.

Astrid, in contrast, just let it flow. There was some awesome joy in new discovery, and Olivia relished it.

Peter could no longer take being left out. His clammy, rough hand just wasn't cutting it when he had his choice of two hot, slick and willing pussies to bury himself in. His naughty, stubborn cock seemed to be aware of that fact. He slowly dipped himself onto the combined beds, sat back on his haunches and surveyed the women from a closer distance and a more arousing angle. Astrid's eyes drifted up to his, but she kept at her task of loving Olivia's mound, lips and bud. Peter cocked his head and watched for a few minutes. He had played audience to Olivia's womanhood so many times, but looking at her in her most vulnerable state never grew old for him. Her long, gorgeous legs were spread far to allow Astrid's tongue and fingers easy access, and Peter enjoyed watching her various muscles quiver. This was a view that he never got to see, and it was something else. She would slightly jerk a leg muscle, or parts of her perfect ass would respond to Astrid's stimulation. He took notice of the way the lips surrounding her entrance were puffed up and just how deliciously wet-pink they were from the sweet torture they had been receiving.

Peter then switched to closing his eyes. The sounds of their heavy breathing, the slick, soft slurps of their tongues, the soft moans of pleasure, and the mixed aromatic bouquet of the two highly-aroused women were an intoxicating assault on his other senses. He opened his eyes, and Astrid saw that they had changed. He had a look that bordered more along the line of bliss than lust; his stormy eyes reverted back to a clearer greenish-blue. He softly moved up close, between Olivia's parted legs. As he held himself, Astrid gave him a small nod, understanding what he was going to do, and she stopped lapping at Olivia's core, which caused her female lover to protest.

Peter slowly entered his wife, and took his time. His breaths were normal, and he maintained a focused sense of control. Olivia continued on her end with Astrid, as she tried to ignore Peter's teasing penetration. He'd slide a little into her, then pull out, add a little more, and then back it away; finally, he just slipped his entire gift into her softly and stayed still. He readjusted his position on his knees, and caressed his wife along her thighs and hips, still not moving inside her. He closed his eyes and was perfectly content to feel her tunnel react and squeeze, and constrict, and twitch as he played with the sensitive surroundings; Astrid was intrigued to watch from this angle, up close and personal.

Olivia, on the other hand, was quietly going nuts with a desire… a need for him… to do something… to fuck her. And there he was, the rotten devil, not doing a damned thing. Her face full of pussy and ass, she could only imagine the evil little smirk on his. She bore down on him and squeezed hard, hoping to spur him to action. But the only reaction she received was a lusty, "Oh, baby, keep doing that." Frustrated, Olivia concentrated fully on Astrid, and the younger woman's verbal appreciation only made Olivia more impatient for Peter to get moving.

Just when she had reached her breaking point, Peter's hips started to move. It wasn't a locomotive, but it was better than having his ship in harbor and no motion on the ocean. Peter had a different type of conducting in mind, so he took a medium pace, with measured, long strokes, almost sliding completely out of her on every pass. Olivia then became aware that he was stoking her fire from embers. Between Astrid's prior tonguing and Peter playing maestro, her horn was going to blow. The love-of-her-life was setting up a nice crescendo to end this evening's performance. They all had their march, they had their overtures; now was time for the finale. Her husband could still surprise her.

Peter leaned back, propped a few pillows under her, and put his hands behind his head while he continued to play his part. Olivia grew ever the more soaked, resulting in a consistent, sloppy-wet sound every time Peter pushed in and out of her furnace-of-a-body. This additional tone to their lovemaking symphony almost set Peter off into a rush, but he maintained his steady beat with great effort. His feral mind screamed inside; told him to pound into her furiously like a snare drum roll, but that was not part of his score. No, the constant half note pace like a bass drum would do nicely, loud and reverberating in effect, driving the course of it all. He needed no acceleration for this to hit home for his captive audience.

Her tongue strokes became centered solely on Astrid's very exposed bud as she tried to muffle her mews of pleasure. Then a sense of intense warmth washed all over her lower body and abdomen, the waves built tall and intense just before everything lit on fire, exploded and crashed around her. Olivia's roaring climax was a rare one indeed; deep, hard, and quaking, the result of good, prolonged stimulation of—well—everything. And it took everything out of her; every muscle limp, and her mind set adrift.

It was enough for Peter, too. He did not once increase his pace, but his hands moved down to the side of her hips to grip her, and he happily growled as he erupted, not in violent spurts, but in a heavy, steady flow, like lava. He pulled out mid-climax, finishing by hand, allowing his cum to seep over Olivia. Astrid licked it all up as she moaned her approval, and Olivia fisted at the sheets. Then, by her own accord, Astrid took him into her mouth to greedily siphon the remainder of his tribute. Peter's eyes fluttered in the back of his head at this surprise coda, and when she was through with him, he fell over to his side, happily spent for the evening.

Applause. Bow. Sorry, no encore. There ain't no more to give, Captain.

Astrid excused herself, put on a robe, and understandably sought a drink and a chance to clean up.

Peter's fluid had tasted like a bitter coffee chew with milk, gone sour, she laughed to herself, as she really got the aftertaste of him. Considering he consumed as many of the vile things as he could lay his paws on— total caffeine addict—it's not surprising.

Olivia snuggled up next to her mate, grinning big, as he wistfully ran his fingers through her hair.

"You. Are a. Pervey. Sex god."

Peter nuzzled her with great affection, his eyes heavy and his lips holding a joyful, small smile. A low reply, softly whispered in her ear: "Only because I get to worship my inspirational goddess."

Astrid brought them each some tea, which they gratefully accepted.

"This has been wonderful." Astrid finally broke into conversation. "But what happens to us… if we do win; if we are able to defeat the Observers?"

Peter put his cup down and scratched his head. "I see no reason why things would have to change unless you decided to try to find a new relationship."

"Wouldn't that hurt you guys? I mean… certainly we'll all become attached to each other, it would be naïve to think otherwise."

"I'm no expert with open relationships, of course, and only have what sociological and psychological studies say. There's an entire range of reactions as lovers come into and out of the equation, but the basic unit here is me and Olivia sharing us with you."

Astrid understood this. "Here is a thought that you both may not be comfortable with, but I wanted to get it out there. Let's say that life goes on, and maybe you guys want to try to have a family again. Not to replace Etta of course, but to move on, like she'd want you to do."

"Before the invasion, I had been doing a lot of thinking. I was getting up there in age, and not certain if I'd form a lasting relationship with either a man or woman. My Dad was hoping so much that I'd find a nice guy, because… well, you know parents. They want grandkids… I was looking at donors…"

"Then the Purge came, and well… you know the rest."

"Anyway…" she took a deep breath and held Olivia's hand.

"How would you feel about the possibility of…Peter…being that needed donor if we get through this?"

Peter swallowed hard and about coughed on his tea. Olivia's eyebrows arched high and she turned her head to the side to look at him. Both were silent for a few moments as Astrid prepared to apologize for the very awkward, unorthodox request. You are asking your prior boss and friend if she'd let you borrow her husband to make a baby… It's not like a neighbor asking for a cup of sugar… After all, they just entered an open arrangement, and now she dropped this on them. But tough times called for boldness.

Olivia broke the silence. "I did say that if you somehow accidentally got pregnant, then there is no better father for your child... Peter?"

Relieved that his wife had first say, he replied, "The legal issues would be… interesting. But I would be willing, if Olivia was."

"Imagine Walter doting over a baby from you two…" Olivia giggled. "And never getting the poor child's name right. Plus, his or her intellect would be staggering. Language skills from the mother and mathematical capabilities from the father… baby Einstein."

It was nice to discuss kids. His kids. Her kids. Their kids. Any kids. The thought gave Olivia hope.

Peter shook his head and released a faux indignant sigh.

"So basically, we need to defeat the Observers so that we may help to repopulate the world with our intellectually-superior offspring? Lots of sex. Best motivation ever."

The three of them realized that they did need to get some sleep, and it wouldn't be long before Walter would be up and about with the boy. Peter spread the blankets out over the three of them and they all snuggled together to gain some additional warmth. After all of their overheating physical activity, their cooled bodies reminded them that the air in the room was sort of nippy, but it sure was nice to pile up together, another simple pleasure that they could share together.

It was a time that none of them had asked for, but love would conquer whatever the unfeeling Observers threw at them. This oppressive situation had changed their perceptions and the "normal" rules about relationships. They had made the bonds between them stronger. Love was their resistance in that time of no hope, no feeling, and no free thought.

Two weeks later

As Walter took Michael's hand and started for the wormhole portal, Astrid's thoughts raced. The fact that the plan was to reset time had changed everything. No matter what happened, she knew there would be no more sitting back at the lab and drinking strawberry milkshakes while listening to Violet Sedan Chair, U2, or Bowie again. She would no longer be called everything but Astrid, and would greatly miss the affectionate offender, who she had given her love to, the night before. There would be no arrangement to have a child fathered by Peter, because life would go on a different path. But who knew if this would work? If Olivia and Peter would have their daughter back like nothing at happened at all?

She was sad for Peter, but Astrid smiled through the tears as Walter slipped away. This book was closed, but would never be the same. Pages would be erased, and a new ending written in its place. The world was so surreal… At least they had won a chance to start over. A chance to live happily ever after?

2015

Peter had watched the tape his father had left him to explain his disappearance, over and over again, mulling over ways in his genius mind on how to stop this madness. Nothing was impossible. Walter had made the machine after all, and Peter had found over the past few years that he was just as capable of bending the laws of physics. As he sat, feeling utterly hopeless, he could not help but feel the strangest sense of déjà vu. He HAD seen this before. He knew it. Flashes would come to his mind that did not make sense.

An adult woman. Etta?

Death.

Rage.

Becoming like something called an Observer.

Olivia holding him in the rain.

An unusual boy. Michael?

His dad embracing him and telling him that he was his favorite thing.

It was enough to drive him mad, but Olivia had some of the same visions, too.

Astrid came bursting through the lab doors; having made a mad dash when Peter had frantically called her asking about Walter, and then he realized what his father had done. Peter hugged her and at that moment, he saw and felt things that just didn't happen. Did they? Astrid looked up at him with the same look of recognition on her face. At this point Peter knew that love had transcended past and future. Whatever happened, happened. Peter was sure that this was this Michael's doing. He had made sure that they would not forget the future.

The white tulip was Walter's reminder to Peter to just let go. To accept things as they were at that time.

The Future, 2167

Times like these changed everything.

Walter Bishop had not slept much since getting to New York. His task with Michael complete, Walter set off to find some manner in which to live the rest of his days. He had contemplated living the life of a monk, but was convinced that society had much to learn from him—he had altered everything.

My, my; how this city has changed. I don't belong here in these times…

But not everything had changed. Massive Dynamic was still a big player in the world.

He was welcomed by them as partner to William Bell and confidant of Nina Sharp. But he was also welcomed for far more than those associations… Peter had been a chief engineer and CEO for one…

Walter wondered about one lingering question: What happened to William Bell? Bell, it seems was involved in some temporal experiments and just disappeared one day. This fact made Walter very nervous.

Walter delighted in looking at the information data cubes for his family, which were located in the Massive Dynamic archives. He discovered that Olivia gave birth to male twins in 2016—Charlie and Sam. Another daughter—Marilynn—would be welcomed by his son and daughter-in-law later in their lives. All of them made a mark on the world in many different fields. He cried reading about the many grandchildren who had also lived and loved.

He paused when he came across a file titled:

Farnsworth, Walter B.

Walter fully expected this to be the child of his dear friend and assistant, Astrid. But what was this doing here among the records of his family?

His eyes grew wide when he discovered the reason: Walter Farnsworth's father was listed as …

Bishop, Peter R.

Did Peter have an affair with Astrid? Not that Walter could condemn his son, as he had his own share of extra-marital dalliances, and he also had the memory of what had transpired in the lab shortly before the plan was set into motion. Plus, Astrid had come to him the night before the reset and sweetly shared his bed. But those were different times and circumstances.

Walter sighed in relief when he found a legal document which outlined the unusual terms of a donor/paternal rights agreement between Peter and Astrid. Walter found that Astrid had married a linguistics professor named Claire. Both were considered part of Olivia and Peter's family. Astrid advanced far in her career, second to only Olivia—Fringe Division Commander—in rank. With Olivia's blessing, Peter had naturally fathered the child as a favor for their friends. Not wanting to go the expensive, impersonal, "turkey baster" route, they actually had a strict, agreed-upon schedule for when, what Walter could only crudely term as Peter and Astrid's "mating," was to take place, a week timed on Astrid's ovulation cycle. It only took one cycle.

They also wanted to be part of the boy's life. Among the many pictures of Olivia and Peter's children, young Walter could also be found. Birthdays, holidays, school events; seeing these miracles—these precious happy children, with their beaming parents—made the elder Bishop proud.

It turned out that Walter was the only child of Peter's who had walked in his father's footsteps and worked for his company. When Peter retired, Walter Bishop Farnsworth took over Massive Dynamic and was a pioneer in the fields of telepathy and universal language translation. He revolutionized communications. The elder Bishop then realized that he had seen Farnsworth's portrait, beside Peter's, in the lobby. He couldn't believe that he didn't make the connection before, as the man inherited Peter's eye shape, his unfortunate, large, squat nose, and also shared his "noble brow."

Walter smiled as he read Etta's file. She had become one of the most renowned forensic scientists in the world, and owned her own consultancy. She had a business partner, which made Walter curious enough to seek more information. The man's name was Dr. Trevor Lee. As he dug, Walter discovered pictures taken at the Bridge, which had been reopened in 2020. Trevor was the son of the Olivia Dunham from the other side and Agent Lee. The old man was glad that life had turned out good for them, too. So, technically-genetically, Etta and Trevor were half-siblings, or cousins… or something related; both sharing the status of having otherworldly fathers.

As if the family tree didn't look odd enough.

Walter was introduced to a young science officer from the aptly named spaceship, Enterprise. He hugged her hard, much to her surprise, when he was told that she was his descendant through Etta and Simon Foster.

Simon graduated from Stanford with a law degree, joined the FBI, became involved with Fringe Division, and met Etta at an agency party. Although he was considerably older, they fell for one other. Then he found out who her parents were. Falling in love with the eldest child of Olivia Dunham and Peter Bishop was no big deal, really… she was just his overall BOSS and he managed the richest corporation in the world… He would later nervously introduce himself to them. Unknown to him, they knew of him in the future-that-would-not-be, and as such, Peter adored the man right off the bat. Although he was glad for it, Simon wondered what stroke of luck had led to Etta's father's favor. Etta had warned her older lover that her dad was the protect-his-baby-girl-with-a-shotgun type. If Simon only knew the sense of gratitude that her father felt for him…

Etta and Simon eventually married and had children of their own. Funny how things work out. Simon's unsung, heroic sacrifice in that 2036, to take Peter's place in amber, paid off in spades.

Walter had made the right choice. Although he had sacrificed being with his son physically, it was almost not like a punishment at all. He got to see the legacy of his family, and how lives were affected by the reset. By all rights, this young woman should not have been alive. Her line should have been erased. In one time, her ancestors -Etta and Simon—had both experienced gruesome deaths. But not this time. There she was. Despite all of the odds that could have changed everything, there she was.

Walter crossed the line for love and stole time to be with Peter. Peter met and fell in love with Olivia, who had once been a young girl that his father had experimented on. Olivia was able to bring Peter back from the nether, and also to heal herself from death, because of the experiments Walter had done. A child of two worlds, whose father from a different universe had been brought back to existence, and whose mother technically died while unknowingly carrying her, was born. That child died at the hands of a cold murderer, but Walter's choice to cross the line again, gave her another shot. And now this young woman before him lives.

Astrid had been loved by his son in a time that never came to pass, but ended up having a child with him in another time, like it was inevitable. A son who should have not lived at all was able to father five children, and many more people lived because of it.

Times like these exist because they would not just accept times like those.

Love is never inconsequential. September/Donald came to understand this, but could not get his superiors to see it. Walter had taken September's notebook with him. A record of a man who technically never existed, but who changed everything. A man lost to time.

Walter had a new purpose. People would remember Donald. He would have therefore existed.

Walter was set free and absolved.

In times like these, we learn to live again.

Author's Note:

I hope that this was scandalous enough for you. *evil grin* I don't write fiction often, but chances are if you're in the Fringe Twitter community, you know who I am. Sometimes the naughty me just needs to put those thoughts to paper.

But, I like porn-with-a-purpose. So, this story started out purely as an excuse for some rare, hardcore Astrid/Peter/Olivia smut, and ended up being about family and legacies and stuff… Funny how that happens. I like having a dirty mind, but then it goes all waxing philosophical on me. xD

One cannot accuse me of not being well-rounded. I love sci-fi LAZORS *pew pew*, discussing the finer philosophical points in life, a good book, some awesome music, and I love imagining a good, dirty sex scene. Everyone has his or her vice. I prefer mine to drugs.

Fringe is kinda like that, an excellent combination of awesome things. But it could have definitely used some more naked, and I don't mean naked Walter, lol. In another universe, it's airing on HBO. Then again, that would be a different show altogether, so maybe it's good that the scandalous remains in fan fiction, whatever form it may take, eh?

Now that the show is over, and my other time-consuming fannish activities have waned, I may write more fiction. A long-time reader of X-Files fan fiction, I've also been a follower of the Fringe fiction community for many years, occasionally tossing in my comparatively pathetic offerings. I know who all the key players are. It feels like invading a secret cult at times. *wink*

I'm my biggest critic, and often feel that I don't think like a lot of people do, so I'm very cautious about what I put out to the world. In my professional life, I write a ton of works on every nonfiction topic imaginable, and it doesn't faze me. But whenever I submit a fictional story or update, my nerves go all to hell. So, dear reader, if you have made it this far, please consider a bit of feedback or a review, whether public or private PM. The best part of the Fringe fandom has always been the mutual encouragement that we give one another in our creative pursuits. I'd like to write fiction for many years to come, so talk to me. I don't bite—much.