Fanfic: "In The Cold Light Of Day", Fringe, Peter/Olivia, PG-13
Title: "In The Cold Light Of Day"
Author: Shelby (gateruner)
E-mail: gateruner2000 at yahoo.com
Feedback: yes, please!
Archive: LJ, my website. Any place else, just ask.
Category: Peter/Alt!Livia, Peter/Olivia, Angst, Drama, Episode Tag, Ficlet
Word Count: Around 500
Rating: PG-13 (only for some imagery, but nothing graphic)
Spoilers: Episode 3.04: "Do Shapeshifters Dream Of Electric Sheep?"
Summary: Peter reflects on the morning after and the consequences of his actions.
Warnings: Un-beta'ed! That's about it.
Disclaimer: They aren’t mine, I don’t own them, don’t make any money from them, just wishing I had some of the good stuff that Walter gets.
Notes: I haven't been able to get last nights episode out of my head and this little ficlet is the result.
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"In the cold light of day"
by: Shelby (gateruner)
Peter stared out the window at the morning sunlight, recalling the conversation with Olivia at the restaurant. Part of his mind told him to run, to get as far away from the situation as possible. The look in her eyes had been fleeting, a split second reaction that told him all he needed to know. Something was wrong, terribly wrong.
He knew his instincts had been right all along, that prickly sense that circled his spine and made his skin crawl; the undeniable fact that the woman asleep in the bed next to him was not his Olivia. She was an imposter, she was the 'other' one.
Yes, this was the cold woman from the other side that had held nothing more than a curious interest in him. And she was sound asleep, her back to him, the even tone of her breathing assuring him of her slumber.
Peter looked at her back, the gentle curve of her spine, the warm glow of her skin. He reached out and gently brushed her hair back from her shoulder, revealing the faint bruise at the nape of her neck.
Hours ago, he'd found that so appealing. The reaction he'd gotten as he sucked the warm skin between his teeth, her excitement was evident. The taste of her lips, the feel of her skin, the scent of her arousal was wrong, all wrong. It was nothing like the kiss he'd shared with Olivia on the other side; the way she had trembled, hesitant and unsure, and yet gentle and comforting.
Of course he'd already imagined what their first time would be like. Peter closed his eyes, conjuring up the images he'd played out in his mind's eye. How she'd respond to his touch, the connection they would share. Even the exact moment that she'd fall apart beneath him, panting and satiated.
No, this woman was different. She was desperate, needy and hungry. There was a desire and a motivation that seemed to drive her in a way that Peter didn't understand. There were too many variables to put it into the proper perspective. Peter shook his head and let out a sigh. Deep down inside he knew what it all meant, what the terrifying answer really was.
He could do the math, and the equations balanced themselves out like they always did. If the other Olivia was here, then that meant his Olivia was over there. The Olivia that he truly wanted to be with, the one that he'd fallen in love with was not the woman he was lying next to and that made his stomach turn once again.
He'd do what he always did. Work until he found the answers and uncovered the truth. Peter wasn't sure who he could trust anymore. Walter and Astrid for sure, but even Broyles gave him a moment's pause. The one woman he knew he could trust wasn't there. She was lost to him, lost to all of them, but he'd make damn sure he found a way to bring her back, if it was the last thing he did.
- The End
Author: Shelby (gateruner)
E-mail: gateruner2000 at yahoo.com
Feedback: yes, please!
Archive: LJ, my website. Any place else, just ask.
Category: Peter/Alt!Livia, Peter/Olivia, Angst, Drama, Episode Tag, Ficlet
Word Count: Around 500
Rating: PG-13 (only for some imagery, but nothing graphic)
Spoilers: Episode 3.04: "Do Shapeshifters Dream Of Electric Sheep?"
Summary: Peter reflects on the morning after and the consequences of his actions.
Warnings: Un-beta'ed! That's about it.
Disclaimer: They aren’t mine, I don’t own them, don’t make any money from them, just wishing I had some of the good stuff that Walter gets.
Notes: I haven't been able to get last nights episode out of my head and this little ficlet is the result.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"In the cold light of day"
by: Shelby (gateruner)
Peter stared out the window at the morning sunlight, recalling the conversation with Olivia at the restaurant. Part of his mind told him to run, to get as far away from the situation as possible. The look in her eyes had been fleeting, a split second reaction that told him all he needed to know. Something was wrong, terribly wrong.
He knew his instincts had been right all along, that prickly sense that circled his spine and made his skin crawl; the undeniable fact that the woman asleep in the bed next to him was not his Olivia. She was an imposter, she was the 'other' one.
Yes, this was the cold woman from the other side that had held nothing more than a curious interest in him. And she was sound asleep, her back to him, the even tone of her breathing assuring him of her slumber.
Peter looked at her back, the gentle curve of her spine, the warm glow of her skin. He reached out and gently brushed her hair back from her shoulder, revealing the faint bruise at the nape of her neck.
Hours ago, he'd found that so appealing. The reaction he'd gotten as he sucked the warm skin between his teeth, her excitement was evident. The taste of her lips, the feel of her skin, the scent of her arousal was wrong, all wrong. It was nothing like the kiss he'd shared with Olivia on the other side; the way she had trembled, hesitant and unsure, and yet gentle and comforting.
Of course he'd already imagined what their first time would be like. Peter closed his eyes, conjuring up the images he'd played out in his mind's eye. How she'd respond to his touch, the connection they would share. Even the exact moment that she'd fall apart beneath him, panting and satiated.
No, this woman was different. She was desperate, needy and hungry. There was a desire and a motivation that seemed to drive her in a way that Peter didn't understand. There were too many variables to put it into the proper perspective. Peter shook his head and let out a sigh. Deep down inside he knew what it all meant, what the terrifying answer really was.
He could do the math, and the equations balanced themselves out like they always did. If the other Olivia was here, then that meant his Olivia was over there. The Olivia that he truly wanted to be with, the one that he'd fallen in love with was not the woman he was lying next to and that made his stomach turn once again.
He'd do what he always did. Work until he found the answers and uncovered the truth. Peter wasn't sure who he could trust anymore. Walter and Astrid for sure, but even Broyles gave him a moment's pause. The one woman he knew he could trust wasn't there. She was lost to him, lost to all of them, but he'd make damn sure he found a way to bring her back, if it was the last thing he did.
- The End