A/N: This goes out to redorchid23 who is possibly the ONLY person reading this. =)).

Olivia had a few minutes alone with Frank, when the others two went to use the restroom at the petrol station. She turned to him, her eyes scanning his face, making him squirm uncomfortably. "Are you okay?" her voice was gentle, soothing and he couldn't help thinking she was incredibly beautiful.

He cleared his throat, aware that his palms were sweaty. It seemed ludicrous that he was thinking of the way some woman made him feel when he had barely buried his daughter, and he had been at death's door… or so he'd thought. "I'm fine," he muttered.

"We'll get you counseling when we reach New York," she told him.

"I don't need no shrink," he stated.

"It's standard procedure," she explained. "It's not reflection on the way you did or didn't handle this, Frank."

"Whatever," he sighed heavily leaning back in the seat beside her. He could smell her perfume. He hadn't smelt something so heavenly in weeks, ever since the epidemic had filled the town's people with fear. He shifted in his seat, moving closer to her, welcoming the scent but not her.

Frank was confused. A lot had happened over the past few weeks, and it wasn't something that was going to easily leave his mind, or his heart. He could understand if Olivia thought he was somewhat ungrateful for what she had done, from the outside, he would have thought that too. But he had too much going on in his head, to consider his attitude problem.

He thought about his daughter, and he clenched his fists. Why hadn't she survived? He felt guilty that he was alive, and she was dead. His heart hurt.

"Listen, I know what happened back there…" she said gently.

His eyes snapped up to hers. "What?"

"I found the grave, and I just pieced it together," she said carefully.

"I don't want to talk about this," he stated. "My daughter's dead. I don't want to discuss it with you, or anyone else. Okay?"

She nodded. "I understand," she shifted her eyes to the floor.

He sighed heavily, feeling like a jerk. "I'm sorry, it's just-"

"I don't know why, but I feel this connection to you, like I know you… It' sounds crazy, I know, but I wish I could help you. It's like I know what it looks like when you smile, and I just can't fathom the idea that you look so unhappy." She sighed heavily. "I'm sorry, I probably sound like a crazy person… and that's the last thing you need right now."

She looked away from him.

His eyes scanned her face as she tried to keep it hidden. She was beautiful, and she was obviously smart. And he felt something. He wasn't sure what it was… but it was definitely something. "Liv, I-" the way the name rolled off his tongue made him stop talking.

She smiled at him. "No one else calls me that."

"I will," he offered. He stared at her a moment. "Do I know you? Have we met before?"

"I don't know… maybe," she said meeting his ice-blue eyes.

There was something between them, and whatever it was, it was powerful.

"Liv…" he whispered.

"Yes," she smiled shyly.

"I haven't asked you."

"You didn't need to," she said. "I know what you were gonna say, and the answer's yes. I will go out with you. But first, recognize that you've been through hell and-"

"The best way to get over it is to keep busy. I don't dwell in it," he explained.

She winced.

"What's wrong?"

"I think you've said that before… somewhere else… another time… another place."

He nodded. "Maybe," he only stared at her.

I am going to finish it there. So that you get the idea that no matter what… they were meant to be together… in some other life… whatever! I want you to then decide if it worked in their favor or if it was just the trauma talking… =)). Hope you liked it, thanks for reading!

Reviews would be nice! *bats eyelashes*

BTW, this was supposed to be SOOOOOOOOO OOC!