Fringe Kink Meme

The next morning, Olivia found herself at the office suffering from yet another sleepless night. This meant she was most likely going to have to make another pot of that insufferable sludge that attempted to pass for coffee.

She slumped down at her desk and placed her head a little forcefully on the flat surface in front of her. She turned her head sideways and checked the watch on her wrist. 8:02 am. Peter would most likely be here soon. As soon as the thought crossed her mind the phone on her desk rang. The agent at the front desk said that a man by the name of Peter Bishop was waiting in the lobby area. Olivia gave them permission to let Mr. Bishop up.

After she hung up the phone, she turned up her computer.

Soon she heard muffled voices behind the closed elevator doors as it reached the floor the Fringe office was located.

“Look, I don’t need you to be upstairs with me. Agent Dunham will be here the whole time,” Olivia assumed Peter was talking to his security detail.

She heard a ding, and the sound of the elevator doors whooshing open. Olivia turned to face the two men leaving the steel box.

“See? There she is right now. She’ll be able to confirm what I’m saying,” Peter exited the elevator and a man in a black suit followed.
“Excuse me, Agent Dunham,” the man in the suit said. Olivia nodded, acknowledging his presence.

“Will it be a problem if Mr. Bishop stayed up here by himself for the remainder of the day?” Peter stepped slightly behind the man to shake his head.

Olivia set her jaw and bit her lower lip. “No agent, I won’t mind. Mr. Bishop shouldn’t be a problem. If he is, I’ll be sure to let you know. I believe I have your number somewhere from previous instances when I needed to reach Mr. Bishop.”

The other agent nodded and stepped back into the elevator.

As the numbers began to decrease above the closed doors, Peter groaned a sigh of relief.

“Finally. The only time I have by myself is when I’m at home or when I’m here.” He paused and tilted his head slightly, as if a new thought had occurred to him.

“Why did you go along with it? I thought you would want him to be up here with me, you know, to make sure I don’t get into anything.”

Olivia turned back to her computer. “Well, I know I don’t work the best with someone looking over my shoulder. I thought you might be the same way.”

“Thank you,” came the response. She could hear his footsteps hit the two short steps and head towards her desk.

The next thing she knew, a to-go coffee cup enter her field of vision.

She looked up at him questioningly.

“Black with one sugar, right?”

“Uh, yeah. Thanks.” Though she knew the coffee would be a relief from the horrendous mixture she would have to brew only a few feet away from where she was sitting, she felt uncomfortable about the fact that he knew her coffee order.

Peter nodded, “I’ll be in the copier room down the hall if you need me.”

Olivia smiled slightly and took a tentative sip from the cup. Finally, an actual cup of coffee.

The rest of the morning was uneventful. Olivia caught up on two cases worth of paper work. Out of five. After putting the second file away in a desk drawer, she looked at the time. 11:30 am. Almost time for lunch.

She ventured down the hallway to find Peter scrutinizing a map that was spread across one of the tables in the room.

She cleared her throat to catch his attention. Peter’s head snapped up at the sudden noise.

“Mr. Bishop, I was planning on ordering pizza for lunch. Is pepperoni okay?” Olivia asked, her hands behind her back.

Peter scanned her stature and smirked. “You don’t have to go to any trouble. I’ll be fine.” He looked back down at the map.

“I insist. After all you did save me from having to drink the coffee here this morning. Plus, you gotta eat right?”

He paused and slowly glanced up to meet her eyes. His eyebrow was raised. “You got me there. Pepperoni’s fine. Thanks.”

Olivia nodded and made her way back to her desk. She made a quick phone call and 20 minutes later, with a quick elevator ride downstairs, a large pepperoni pizza was in her hands and on her way to the break room.

When she got there she found that Peter was already at the table waiting. A set of paper plates and napkins had been set on the table.

She stopped at the door way.

“What?” Peter asked. “I was hungry.”

Olivia smiled slightly and set the pizza on the table.

The room was silent until Olivia had finished her first slice and Peter was half-way through his second.

“Do you need a straw?” Olivia asked. Peter paused a string of cheese hung from his mouth to his slice. “You know, to breathe?”

He gave an audible swallow and smirked. “I guess I was hungrier than I realized. Sorry, Oliv- I mean Agent Dunham.” He looked back down at his pizza and took another bite.

“Call me Olivia,” she said as she reached for another slice. “I feel like I know you better now to be on a first name basis.”

Peter laughed shortly, “I suppose I kind of freaked you out about the fact that I know everything you work on when I technically don’t exist in this universe.” The smile dropped away from his face.

“I’m beginning to get used to the idea. I mean I got used to the fact that there is an entire different universe with someone who looks exactly like me, except with that red hair.” Peter must have noted the distain in her voice.

“I’m sensing there’s a great amount of love between you two,” he said dryly.

“You have no idea,” Olivia rolled her eyes. “She thinks she’s so much better than I am. And that red hair, who is she trying to kid? We’ve always had a perfectly natural colour.”

“Well, I don’t think the red is that bad.”

“It bothers you a hell of a lot more after someone has kidnapped you and taken your place, your friends, your job, your life...”

Peter was still for a moment. “I can imagine.” He took another bite.

“I don’t know if you do, Mr. Bishop.” Olivia took another bite of hers.

He groaned, “Please, call me Peter. Mr. Bishop reminds me of school.”

“Elementary, high school, college?”

“All three. I got in trouble a lot.”

Olivia laughed.

“So... any plans for Christmas?” Peter reached for another piece.

She nodded. “My sister Rachel and my niece Ella are coming on Christmas Eve and staying for a couple days. You?” She asked automatically.

Peter smiled ruefully. “Not really. Turns out, when your father in this universe doesn’t want to acknowledge you exist, the holidays seem kind of... lonely.”

Olivia slowly chewed. “I- I didn’t mean...”

“I know you didn’t. It’s just me divulging in some self pity. It was my fault, I brought up the idea of Christmas anyway. Just one of those unachievable Christmas wishes. Got any of those yourself?” He grabbed a paper napkin and wiped his mouth.

“There’s a couple of things I’d like to happen but they aren’t really serious.” Seeing that both of them were finished she closed up the pizza box.

“Come on, tell me.” He placed his elbows on the table and leaned forward.

Olivia rolled her eyes and got up to put the pizza in the fridge. With her back facing him she said, “Lately, I’ve been wishing I had an office at work.” She closed the fridge door and turned to face Peter. “And a night where I had an evening where the idea of work never crossed my mind. Oh, and a new coffee maker for work,” she said as the old one caught her eye.

Peter grimaced. “I’m with you on that last one.”

“Well, I should be getting back to work,” Olivia said quickly.

“So should I, now that you mention it. See you later,” Peter walked left the room and back down the hallway back to the copier room. Olivia headed in the opposite direction back to her desk.

For the rest of the afternoon, all was quiet. Olivia finished all of her paperwork by 5:30 pm. She even managed to organize her desk. As she was about to leave she put on her coat and went to tell Peter, who she assumed was still in the copier room, that she was leaving and as a result he would have to leave as well.

As she turned the corner to enter the copier room she ran into something solid. That solid something turned out to be Peter’s chest.

“Um, hi,” Peter said.

“Oh hi,” Olivia said flustered, backing up and smoothing down her jacket. “I was just coming to let you know that I was gonna head out.”

“Excellent timing,” he said, gesturing to his appearance. He already was sporting a peacoat and leather gloves. “I was ready to go myself.”

“Okay, then,” she said awkwardly and turned to leave.

“Olivia?” Peter said.

“Yes, Peter?”

“I was wondering if you wanted to come to my place for dinner?” Olivia turned to see him placing his hands in his pockets.

“Uh, I don’t know, Peter...”

“Everybody’s gotta eat, right? I make a mean homemade lasagne.”

Olivia bit her lower lip, mulling the options over in her head. Either go home and have a frozen TV dinner and be alone for the rest of the night or homemade lasagne and some not so bad company.

“Plus, my body guard’ll be outside. Just in case,” Peter winked.

Olivia smiled. “Give me your address, I’ll go home and change and come over around seven?”

“Sounds good,” Peter grinned and wrote down the address on a scrap piece of paper. He handed it to her. “See you at seven.”

Seven o’clock came around and Olivia found herself outside the house the FBI had set up for Peter.

When he opened the door the most heavenly smell wafted to her senses.

“That smells wonderful,” she said as Peter helped her slide her coat off her arms.

“Thanks,” he said as he hung up the coat in the hallway closet. “When you don’t sleep well and live by yourself, you tend to get bored. So I picked up cooking. Something I got from my dad, I guess.”

Olivia nodded.

Dinner was ready in about half an hour. Turned out he had the lasagne prepared beforehand. It was something that he had planned for dinner regardless of whether she had accepted his invitation.

Dinner conversation was light. They talked about the weather and work... well as light as work conversation went for working at Fringe Division.

As they were doing the dishes from dinner, the conversation went silent. Olivia was still thinking about Peter’s situation. He was so alone in the world. Sometimes she felt as though she could be in the same situation but then she realized, at least she had Rachel and Ella. Peter truly had no one. At least in this universe.

She broke the silence. “I’m trying to get Walter to warm up to you, you know. But he refuses to acknowledge even the idea of you. He’s just so-”

“Stubborn?” Peter finished her sentence. “Yeah, even in my universe he was stubborn.”

He paused. “It hurts, you know.” He rinsed the pot he had finished scrubbing. “He won’t even look at me. It’s difficult knowing that I’m not where I’m supposed to be. Just like when I look at-”
“Me?” Olivia finished.

“Yes,” he said softly as he handed the pot to her. Their hands brushed. “And no at the same time.”

Olivia was sure he could sense her confusion.

“It’s like how you and the Olivia from the other universe are. You share the same face but aren’t anything like one another. Except with my Olivia, you share much more traits with her than I can explain. Knowing that you are like her but aren’t is confusing. And yeah, it does hurt.” Peter began to let the water drain from the sink.

“But my Olivia, wherever she is,” he closed his eyes, “I’ll always love her. After what we’ve been through... I just can’t lose her again.” He opened his eyes. The expression on his face, Olivia could only describe as love. She thought that wherever his Olivia was, she sure was lucky to have a man as dedicated and loving as a guy like Peter.

Peter suddenly cleared his throat and took the pan from her hands and placed it in a bottom cupboard.

“Have any place you need to be?” he asked.

Olivia shook her head.

“You enjoy Die Hard?” he raised an eyebrow. “It’s the perfect Christmas movie. All of the basic holiday cheer with a touch of violence.

Olivia smiled.

She sat herself on the couch and Peter set up the DVD. Once it was playing, he went into the hall closet and pulled out a blanket. He tossed it on the cushion beside her.

He said, “It gets kind of chilly in this room.”

So Olivia took the blanket, thanked him and proceeded to wrap up in it. She remembered watching John McClane climb on top of the elevator in the elevator shaft.

The next thing she knew it was the next morning and she was practically lying on top of Peter.

His sent was a clean musky smell, which somehow he still managed to achieve even though it was the morning. Eyes still half shut she slowly moved to an upright position as to not wake him up.

She carefully began to stand from the couch.

“Good morning sleepyhead,” was Peter’s response as Olivia tried to make her getaway. When she looked back he had one eye open.

“I’m sorry I must have fallen asleep,” she checked her watch. It was 8:30 in the morning. She was surprised she had fallen asleep much less slept for so long.

“Don’t worry, I fell asleep too. Must have been a little bit after you did, otherwise I would have let you have the couch for yourself.” He rubbed an eye half-heartedly.
Olivia paused. “Oh god, it’s 8:30 in the morning. I stayed here all night!” She stood frozen in place.

“Don’t worry,” Peter said as he stood up from the couch. “I’ll tell my body guard that nothing happened.”

Olivia flushed at his comment, “Please be sure that you do. Also, shouldn’t you know his name by now, other than body guard? His actual name is-”

“Tony, I know.” He grinned. “Knew it from the first day he was assigned to me. I just do that to annoy him.”

Olivia nodded. “Well, I should probably go.”

“Yeah, that’s probably a good idea.”

“Sorry, for falling asleep on you.”

“Not a problem. That was probably the best night’s sleep I’ve had since I popped into this universe.”

As Olivia put on her coat and gave a short wave to him as she left the house she thought, Funny, I was going to say the same thing.