wabbit (the jack is silent) (jackwabbit) wrote,
wabbit (the jack is silent)

New Fic: Epiphany

Fandom: Fringe
Rated: PG
Category: Peter and Olivia, slight UST.
Season: Two.
Spoilers: Fracture.
Summary: Olivia has one of those moments when everything just clicks into place.
Word Count: 525.
Note: I would say this one is for Taj, but it’s really all for me. That said, she’ll know why, and I appreciate that more than I can say. *cackles maniacally*


The case was closed, and once again, Peter Bishop and Olivia Dunham found themselves in a bar in Cambridge.

Two whiskeys sat in front of them. As Olivia sipped hers, she turned to Peter.

"So," she said, "you're the big hero."

Peter snorted. "No. Not me. You took out the device."

Olivia mulled that over, then nodded. "True, but I couldn't have done that if you hadn't spotted Gordon and tackled him."

Peter tipped his glass toward Olivia. "I'll grant you that."

Olivia clinked her glass with Peter's and took another, longer swig of her whiskey.

It was quiet for a moment, then Peter looked at Olivia and took a deep breath.

Olivia noticed. She furrowed her brow at him. "What?"

Peter hesitated for a moment, then swallowed, making up his mind. Of course, it might have been the whiskey talking, but he didn't really care. He spoke slowly, slurring his words slightly.

"It's just... we make a good team, Olivia."

Olivia smiled one of her rare, real smiles.

"Yeah, we do, don't we?" she said, looking Peter in the eye with a serious expression as her own whiskey joined the conversation.

Peter held her gaze for a beat longer than a friend should have. He took another long, shaky breath, then let it out. Olivia returned his stare for a moment, then blinked and looked away. She spent the next thirty seconds staring thoughtfully at her drink, while Peter signaled the bartender for two more.

Suddenly, Olivia chuckled.

“What?” asked Peter, a little disoriented at Olivia’s apparent change in mood.

"It’s just that I wouldn’t have pegged you as a football player.”

Peter shook his head a little. He was even more puzzled.

"What?" he asked again.

"It was a hell of a tackle, Peter."

The light clicked on and Peter laughed.

"Football? Ah, no. Not quite."

"Not much time for sports with all the studying, huh?"

Peter snorted again.

"You really think I studied in school?"

Olivia let out a small laugh and downed half of her new drink as the bartender set it down.

"Such modesty,” she mumbled.

Peter shrugged, matched her drink for drink, then grinned over his glass at her.

Olivia glared at him. "Bastard."

Peter shrugged again. "Hey, got to get some perks from Walter's DNA," he said, voice laden with sarcasm.

Olivia leaned back in her chair and downed the last of her drink in one gulp.

"Okay, smarty-pants. So no football and no studying. What did you do in high school then?"

"Me?" asked Peter, hand to his chest dramatically. “You really want to know?”

Olivia considered that for a minute, then shrugged back at him. “Probably not, but give it to me anyway,” she said.

Peter chuckled at the double meaning his male brain put on her words, but he resisted the urge to comment on them and instead gave her his best innocent look.

"Would you believe I edited the school paper?"


"Alright. Fine."

"And?" prompted Olivia.

A wicked grin spread over Peter's face.

"I played hockey.”

And suddenly, though nothing about Olivia Dunham’s life in general made sense, everything about Peter Bishop did.


A/N: Yes, I know it actually wasn’t a great tackle. Peter hit high and everyone knows low has more power and less risk of injury. Shoulder down, head up, Peter. But it got the job done, and I doubt Olivia was paying that close of attention just then. Plus, it was pretty good for a hockey player. *grin*
Tags: fanfic, fringe
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