Warning: Spoilers for 4x13 "A Better Human Being" and 4x14 "The End of All Things"

Polivia I had to get out of my head. As usual, I own nothing.

Unbetaed, so if it's crap, blame me.

Olivia Dunham awoke in darkness, and thrashed around in a state of alarmed grogginess until she realized she was safe, in her own bed.

She untangled herself from the sheets that were grappling with her, and sat on the edge of the bed to take stock.

Night through her window, and streetlights. Which meant that she'd slept a full twenty four hours at least, as the last of the Cortexiphan - and the last of the migraines, she fervently hoped - worked their way through her system.

Taking the memories of another life with them. One not as bleak in some ways, but far more so in others. Her head felt so empty.

"Peter..." she muttered. Was he still here? It wouldn't surprise her in the least. She stood up and threw a silk robe on over the pajama bottoms and tee shirt she wore, before leaving her bedroom.

Olivia found him sleeping peacefully on the couch in her living room. She crouched on the floor beside him, studying his face intently. Even in sleep, he had a crease of tension between his eyebrows. She wanted to reach out and smooth it, make it go away. Ease the tension in him.

She sighed.

"Peter?" she whispered. He didn't stir. "Peter?" she said, louder this time.

She smiled as a feeling of deja vu overwhelmed her. Peter had always been a sound sleeper. She knew that, somehow, and had no idea how she knew it.

Eventually she was forced to reach out and poke his shoulder.


Peter sat up and rubbed his eyes. He was still fully dressed, blue jeans and a blue button up shirt, hair messy from resting his head on the armrest.

Eventually he smiled at her.

"Hey!" he asked, "How are you?"

She chuckled. "I should ask you that. You're the one who tripped through a dying Observers mind to rescue me."

Peter chuckled.

"Yeah I think I even alarmed Walter with my foolhardiness. But in for a penny, in for a pound."

Then he sighed, and looked at her for a moment.

"Do you still remember me?"

Brightness in his voice, darkness in his eyes.

She raised an eyebrow in response.

"Of course I do, silly. But..."

Olivia paused to gather the words she needed to express. She swallowed.

"The other memories are fading. They're almost gone now..."

She watched his face fall. It looked like a massive chunk of ice shearing off a glacier to fall into the sea. She took his hand and hurried with the rest of the her thoughts.

"But the feelings...are still there. All of them. We can make new memories, Peter. If you'll still have me?"

Peter smiled, with just a hint of wistfulness.

"I know I'm not...your Olivia? Exactly, but I still want to try." Olivia added.

Peter smiled broader, and squeezed her hand back, before speaking.

"When I was in the Observer's mind...I realized that going back to where I came from was a fool's errand. There is no other timeline. Going back would mean rewriting the timeline again, and I don't think I have the right to do that."

Peter reached out and gently took her face in his hands, and Olivia could have started purring, his touch was so intoxicating.

He gazed deeply into her eyes before kissing her forehead.

"Oh." Olivia exclaimed, causing him to chuckle.

"Besides, I still see her...I still see you in there." he said.

He kissed each of her eyes in turn, and then, unable to stand it anymore, Olivia wrapped her arms around his neck and crushed her mouth to his.

Memories fade, but love remains.