No in FRiNGEment intended. I'm just playing with the characters. Who wouldn't?

Note: post Pilot (missing scene). with this never ending hiatus, i'm in the process of re re re watching the show. so here you go ;)


Agent Olivia Dunham was watching absently the strange ballet of the agents in the hallways of the standard suburban hotel.

Doctor Walter Bishop was now seated on a bed, with a cryptic look on his face. Something in the way he has been behaving since they got him there was telling her he was not at all certain whether the agitation was the product of a long frightening nightmare or the real world. He kept mumbling numbers and fidgeting with the fringe of his scarf, his eyes never leaving his lap.

His son, after inspecting carefully every closet and corner left the room and went directly to her.

"And now you tell me…"

Peter Bishop was slightly bending his body in her direction; he's doing his best to lessen his height and not to act as a threat to me, she thought. She looked at him, bit her lip and finally her stare went back to the floor. She swayed awkwardly from one foot to the other and gestured him to the elevator with a nod.

"Tell you what exactly?" she prompted in a very low voice with a side glance in his direction.

"Walter, I'll be right back, don't do anything foolish, right?" Peter said in a strong voice that echoed in the hallway.

Turning his back on her, he went swiftly back inside the room to make sure his father had heard him; he patted him gently on the shoulder and whispered something she could not hear before leaving the old man briskly. Walter raised his head for a brief moment, opened his mouth before deciding against speaking and went back to playing with his scarf.

Peter closed the hotel door behind him and took her by the elbow.

"I guess the magic sentence would be 'Walter, don't do anything' but it will have to do for the time being…"

He smiled and gazed at her profile with concern.

"You don't mind if I walk you back to your car," he said in her ear, his mouth brushing her hair.

With a nod she walked down the lobby with Peter at her side. They took the elevator without exchanging a word. She will have to tell him eventually, she thought, now was as a good time as any, but she could not muster the courage to actually say it out loud.

He broke the silence and faced her. He seemed perfectly aware that he was trespassing inside her personal space. She did not flinch and glanced at a spot over his right shoulder far behind him, making a show at avoiding locking eyes with him. With a sigh, he leaned towards her and pressed the stop button on the panel near her right arm. The elevator came to a brutal halt.

"I'm going to ask you the same question again and you're not going to pretend that you did not hear me this time. You've got to get that thing out, whatever that thing is Olivia. You have to get it out of your chest. Not to mention that we have to start off on the right foot you and me, and this, this is only the first step."

He waited for her to respond but she seemed way beyond upset and she was definitely not talking.

"Olivia, you are going to have to trust me eventually."

She looked up and stared like a deer in the headlights, holding her breath. He seemed startled and looked at her more closely.

"What just happened? Where is John?"

Tears started to well up and her chin sank to her chest. And he realized what was wrong. For whatever reason, John Scott was gone. After all she had gone through to get him back, she had lost him.

"It's going to be all right," he said, reaching out to her.

She glanced at him and shrugged.

"Here you go," he said, finally hugging her.

His hands were light on her and she arched against him, trying to avoid contact. He pressed one hand on the small of her back, the other entangling in her hair.

"Ssssh…" he said, "you can cry now, I'm not going anywhere."


so?? what do you think?