A/N: Let me set this up: Sometime in season one, likely the second half: before episode 19. I think this'll be multi-chap…Um, Walter may be out of character, but someone as brilliant as him is not the easiest. And I don't own Fringe. Now I'll shut up.
She smelled like mint, he noticed. It was definitely a synthetic smell, but that didn't stop it from being good.
Her hair was swept over her shoulder, eyes bloodshot and tearstained, hands shaking, and he realized he loved her the most like this.
He pulled her to his chest to comfort her, but she pushed away. Her hands went to either side of his face, this was the moment he had been waiting for.
He took in every single detail. The smell was already noted down, the disheveled appearance, yes. So he paid attention to how slightly she had to rise on her toes, the amount of pressure of the heels of her hands on his neck vs. her fingertips on his forehead, and the way she stumbled a bit before getting her balance.
Their lips didn't just meet, and that was exactly how he wanted it. They didn't just meet, they said 'I'm very excited to see you' and then they realized they were mortal enemies and attacked each other.
And as they were reconciling, Peter Bishop jolted awake on a table with flashing lights in front of his face.
"Shame, I was interested in what would happen next," Walter said offhandedly.
"You have to be kidding me," Peter said. "You saw that?"
"Well, you told me about it, so in essence no-"
"There's this thing called privacy, Walter. You should try it sometime."
"Why haven't you done it in the real world yet?"
Peter didn't really need to ask what, but he wanted to delay Walter from mentioning Olivia as long as he possibly could.
"What?" he asked.
"Why, kissed Agent Dunham of course!"
"…because she shows a complete lack of interest in the male sex unless they have something she needs," Peter said.
"And she did tell a dead man she loved him…" Walter said, pretending to be distracted by Astrid's appearance. Peter knew Walter was faking because he kept looking back at him.
"There's that too," Peter said. "So you see my problem."
"She'll come to eventually," Astrid said.
"How do you even know what we're talking about?" Peter asked.
"I've been listening to the whole conversation plus it's extremely obvious," she said.
"Does she know?" Peter asked.
"I'd ask her that." Astrid smiled and walked away.
There was apparently no horrific case that day, and Peter decided to take Astrid's advice.
Of course, Astrid babysat his slightly insane father all the time, meaning she would probably want revenge on the son who essentially forced the job on her.
But it couldn't hurt.
So he cornered her into an office.
"So…Olivia?" he asked.
"I'm here," she said, looking him in the eye.
"Um…this isn't going as scripted quite yet. You were supposed to say 'yes, Peter?'" Peter said.
"Alright," she said. "Yes, Peter?"
"There's something that's been bothering me awhile. Well, not really bothering me as much as killing me slowly. You…you are a very pretty woman, Olivia Dunham."
"That's what's been bothering you?" Olivia asked, starting to laugh again and walking away.
Peter put a hand out to stop her.
"Hey, I'm not done," he said. "Stay quiet, alright? So you're very pretty, and I'm…I don't know. I'm….used to getting all the pretty women, y'know? And you being you…not helping. You're breaking my streak."
"So what are you saying? You want me because you want to keep a record going? I thought you were better than that."
"I am! I swear. You're also incredibly brave, you put up with so much, brain works perfectly in high pressure situations, can see alternate universes, were treated with an experimental drug and did well-"
"That list is turning into reasons Walter would want to dissect my brain," Olivia said.
"I don't know if you could get all that from the brain, but alright. Just…"
"It's okay," Olivia said. "I know what you're trying to say."
She stepped close to him, and all his senses went into hyperdrive. Yes.
She rose onto her toes just like the dream, and pulled his head closer to hers.
"Playing me by flirting with my sister is the lowest of low and really a bit pathetic for a man of your intellect. But nice try," she said, before walking away.
He sank to the ground where he was standing, then bashed his head against a wall.
"Thanks a lot, Astrid," he groaned.
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