Even The Darkest Night (And it was beautiful)
Title: Even The Darkest Night (And it was beautiful)
Author: greyslostwho
Pairing: Decidedly P/O.
Rating: High PG
Summary: Peter and Olivia in another of those AUs that are sprouting out everywhere, slightly ambiguous.
Spoilers: None, not really.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
The first time Peter ever realised he felt anything for his Half, he was fifteen, she was twelve. She wasn’t quite like the Halves of the other boys in his bunker, just practice partners with a similar telepathic reading, she was different. They moved seamlessly together, like two halves, so to speak, of the same person. They’d been perfecting their telepathy in a tutorial with one of the agents, as over the years the pair had become adept at sharing emotions, but, to the scientists’ disbelief, not anything more. It was clear there was miles of unlocked potential in the space between their minds. They’d been growing more and more frustrated during the sixth or seventh useless session that week, when Olivia had spun round, eyes glinting, the way she looked when she had figured something out quicker than him.
“Let me try something, Peter.”
“What?”
“I’m gonna push my shield down, right down, and then you’re gonna try and hear my thought.”
He didn’t say a word as she took his hands, screwed her eyes tight shut and gritted her teeth. He trusted her on this. She always seemed to have more control, more understanding of their abilities… she held all the power, it had been drummed into him ever since he’d met her, he was only her tool, her way to use it.
Hi, Peter. Her voice was all of a sudden in his head, seeping it’s way into his every thought. But they were both unskilled at this new method, and all of a sudden he found pictures flashing before his eyes, thoughts assaulting him. He was inside her head, and it was beautiful.
She collapsed against him, and it was all wiped away in an instant, her shield rebounding, her body shaking against his.
He never saw her in quite the same way after that.