Olivia's brain felt like it was in a perpetual fog. There were only a few men willing to stand watch around her since she'd set some of the others on fire. The world was a whirl around her and their taunts filled her ears.
"No one is coming for you."
"Who'd want you?"
"You're a freak."
Olivia did her best to ignore them but time seemed to go on forever and she was beginning to believe their words. Why hadn't Peter come for her yet? Was he okay? Was he fighting to get to her even now? Or had he given up for a chance at real freedom? The thought sent a stabbing pain through her heart. If she could just see him once more then she could die content.
Great, now she was hearing his voice in her head. She let her head remain bowed and her mind flashed through the memories they had together. If only they'd had more time together.
Why wouldn't his voice just leave her alone? She was about to say something to the extent of him leaving her alone when she heard gunfire all around her. Fear spiked through her system and she felt the familiar flames lick at her insides, stoking with the terror within her. Then there was Peter's wavering image before her calling her name.
"Sweetheart, can you hear me? Are you alright?" Peter asked, but his voice seemed to echo in her ears.
"P-eter?" She sounded out his name slowly, still not believing it was him before her.
"There's my girl," Peter smiled nervously.
"Run. You've got to run!" Olivia choked out, trying to breathe past the flames building inside of her. "Please Peter, I don't want to hurt you."
"It's okay, baby," Peter palmed her cheek and caught her gaze with his. "I'm not going anywhere."
"You've got to," Olivia began to cry. She couldn't watch him light up in the fire she was about to create.
"Charlie, take your guys and get out of here," Peter called back behind him.
"But – "
"Now!" Peter snapped, having eyes only for Olivia.
"Peter, go. Leave me here!" Olivia cried.
"No, I'm never leaving you again," Peter said stubbornly, beginning to untie her from her chair.
Olivia cried out her frustrations, unable to see him any longer due to the tears. Peter just kept brushing away the tears that streamed down her cheeks and when she was free of her bindings he pulled her into his lap on the floor and held her close.
"I love you, Livia," Peter murmured into her hair as he kissed the top of her head. "I love you so much."
Olivia only sobbed into his shoulder, feeling the fire build inside of her until she felt it explode out around her, encompassing everything in the room. All she saw was light until in a sudden loss of energy started to ebb into her and everything went black.
It was the steady beeping that brought her from the depth of emptiness and then there was an all over achiness that dragged her out of her rest. Her brain felt like cotton, slowly being drudged from water when his image crossed her mind.
Olivia forced her eyes open and tried to sit up, fighting the wires she was attached to.
"Settle down, settle down," a nurse came bustling in.
"Where is he? Where is Peter?" Olivia gasped, still fighting to get out of the bed.
"If you don't sit still I will sedate you, Ms. Dunham," the nurse threatened, already prepping a needle.
Olivia stilled and stared at the nurse. "Just tell me if he's okay?"
"That man who carried you here?" The nurse asked. "Tall, brown hair, sea blue eyes, and a stud muffin to boot?"
Olivia gave her a look of absolute confusion.
"Yes, he's down the hall getting a couple stitches," the nurse rolled her eyes.
Relief flooded Olivia and her body sagged back into the bed.
"Let me past!" A shout came from outside her door. "I was the one that got her to this hospital in the first place and I will see her."
The door opened seconds later as Peter ducked into the room and had eyes only for her.
"Livia…" He breathed her name. Closing the distance between them he took the seat by her bed and took her hand in his. "How are you feeling?"
"How am I feeling? How are you feeling?" Olivia asked, looking him over. "I thought I set you on fire."
"Well, you didn't," Peter smiled, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. Seeing her tear up, Peter stood up and then sat closer so he could pull her into his arms. "We're safe now, sweetheart. No one is going to hurt us anymore. Big Eddie is dead along with all his major supporters."
"Really?" Olivia mumbled into his chest as she clung to him.
"Yeah," he said and then kissed the top of her head. "Your sister and niece are here though."
Olivia's face lit up and she smiled. "They're okay then?"
"Yeah – though they're frantic about you and how you're doing. They've been asking to see you, but the doctors wanted to wait until you'd rested and woken up on your own." Peter said.
"I'd really like to see them now," Olivia said, fidgeting in her bed.
"Sure thing," Peter smiled and pulled away from her.
Panic swelled in her chest as he got up and she quickly took his hand to pull him back the short distance.
"Peter!" She gasped and he looked down at her in concern.
"You okay?" He moved closer so he could get a better look at her and she pulled his head down for a long and sensual kiss.
"Thank you for not leaving me behind," she whispered.
"You don't think I'd leave my future wife behind to explode would you?" Peter asked teasingly, before giving her a quick kiss on the lips and backing away.
Olivia scrunched her nose at him in confusion when she felt it; something just slightly weighing down her left hand. Looking down she saw a simple solitaire diamond ring on her ring finger and she gasped.
"It was my mother's and I hope it's good enough," Peter started sheepishly. "I know it's not brand new or very modern or – "
Olivia cut him off with a long kiss that he quickly melted into. They pulled away after a couple minutes, chests heaving for air as they smiled at each other.
"It's absolutely perfect," Olivia grinned, biting her lower lip.
"Good," Peter murmured, already dying to kiss her again but he held back know that she needed to rest and probably didn't need a man pawing at her for more. "I'll go let your sister and niece know that they can see you."
"Okay," Olivia said, still glancing between the ring and Peter, wanting nothing more than for him to crawl into the hospital bed with her so they could fall asleep together. Giving her one last smile, Peter left the room to retrieve her family.
Olivia couldn't take her eyes off the ring he had somehow managed to get on her finger while she was passed out. The old her might've been irked that he'd just put it on her finger assuming she'd say 'yes', but it was Peter and the gesture only made her heart swell with love until it was ready to burst. They were going to get married. Be husband and wife and spend the rest of their lives together. There was so much they didn't know about each other yet, but that didn't seem to matter. As long as they were together they would figure everything else out as it came up.
"Aunt Liv!" Ella burst through the door and sprinted for the bed, already throwing herself up and into her aunt's waiting arms.
"Hey baby girl," Olivia murmured into the child's hair as she held her close.
Ella immediately broke out into chatter about their time in Florida and the school she went to while there and interesting friends she made. Olivia let herself become enveloped in the child's stories and smiled with her until she heard Rachel gasp.
"When did that happen?" She nearly squeaked as she lifted Olivia's left hand from around Ella.
"Sometime while I was unconscious," Olivia grinned.
"Peter?" She asked and Olivia nodded. "But it's so fast!"
"We're in love," Olivia said with a soft smile as she thought of Peter. "I've never felt the way I do about Peter with anyone else in my life. I can't imagine going a day without him by my side."
Rachel grinned at her and bent down to give her sister a hug. "Then I'm very happy for you."
"Thanks, Rach," Olivia returned the hug.
"Does this mean I get to be the maid of honor?" Rachel asked with a huge smile.
"I think it's a little early to be discussing these kind of details considering I just found out about ten minutes before you," Olivia laughed.
"Fine, fine," Rachel sighed dramatically.
"You really love her, don't you," Elizabeth stated as she watched her son standing outside Olivia's room.
"Yes," Peter confirmed. "I wouldn't have asked for the ring otherwise."
Elizabeth rolled her eyes and smiled at her only son. She'd not been too surprised when he had asked her for the ring she no longer wore and though she a bit nervous with how quickly they were proceeding to marriage she couldn't deny that they were clearly head over heels in love with each other. She's seen it in their eyes in the little time she had spent with them and she couldn't be more proud of Peter's choice in a woman. From what she knew, Olivia was a strong willed and smart woman who would definitely keep her son in check as well as on his toes.
"I'm so proud of you, Peter," Elizabeth said softly. "Not only for choosing a good girl, but for doing the right thing when it really mattered. I always knew you were a good man, even when you didn't think so and this is just proof."
"Mom…" Peter sighed in mock embarrassment and shook his head.
"I know, I know," Elizabeth chuckled. "So when can I expect grand babies?"
"Mom!" Peter choked and coughed. "One step at a time, alright?"
"Of course, dear," Elizabeth smiled at her son's reddened cheeks. "Of course."
7 months later
"Keep your eyes closed!" Olivia whined, batting at Peter's arm as she led him up a paved path to a cozy looking bungalow.
"I don't know what you have up your sleeve, Olivia Dunham, but I don't like surprises and shouldn't we be worrying about, oh I don't know, our wedding that's in two days?" Peter quipped sarcastically.
"An hour off will do us good," Olivia replied with a grin. "Besides, Rachel has everything under control. Not like we're having a huge wedding anyways."
Peter sighed dramatically and let her lead him a little further.
"Alright, now open your eyes," Olivia watched as he opened his eyes and looked at the house with bored confusion.
"Oooookay… so it's a house," Peter said with a raised eyebrow.
"Yep, our house," Olivia dragged out the 'our' and Peter's eyebrows shot open as he really looked at the house and then her.
"Our house?" He asked, his face reflecting the excitement she knew he'd feel.
"Yeah," Olivia grinned up at him as he took it all in.
"Can we go inside?" Peter asked, eager to explore.
"Absolutely," Olivia laughed and handed him a key.
He took her hand and led her to the modest porch and once inside he explored each room with awe and excitement.
"I love it," Peter finally said at the end of their tour. "I love you."
"I know," Olivia grinned and went on tip toes to kiss him. "I love you too."
A/N: Theeeeeeeeee End! I'm sure you're all disappointed there wasn't a wedding and babies, but I think we needed a bit of a breather from the baby fics. Reviews = Love :D