Fringe Icons, Video and Short Stories
15 items for the Fringeverse Pattern Event Challenge.
1 Peter/Olivia Video - 2+ minutes long
7 Sets of 6 Icons
6 Unbeta'd short stories (250+ words each)
FAN VIDEO
Prompts: MUSIC & I WANT YOU
ICON SETS
Prompts: BLUE, DRUGS, FBI, FOOD, I LOVE THE BAD GUYS, OUT OF CHARACTER & *SQUEE*
BLUE
DRUGS
FBI
FOOD
I LOVE THE BAD GUY
OUT OF CHARACTER
*SQUEE*
SHORT STORIES
Prompts: CRACK, FAMILY, FIGHT, RED, WORK & YOUR CHOICE (Spoiler for end of season 3)
Title/Prompt: CRACK
Word Count: 294
Characters: Olivia, Peter & Walter
Olivia stood in shock, staring at what was going on in the middle of the lab. Walter was to blame for this, he usually was for the things that went on in the basement of the university, and quite a few of the things that went on outside too. Mind you, this one had to take the cake.
"I can't believe you did this, Walter." Peter said, trying to stave off the two pairs of hands that tried to fondle various parts of his anatomy.
"Jodie and Caitlin are perfect subjects for my love trial," he said, sounding too innocent and too much like a teenager with a new gadget to play with.
"I already have a girlfriend, Walter, and I'm pretty sure she's not gonna be happy with this." Olivia tried hard not to clear her throat and let them know she was there watching.
"Don't worry, son," Walter said bouncing away from the group. "I have it all worked out, you don't have to do a thing. I'll just clone you and..."
"You want to what?" Peter exclaimed at Walter.
"Clone you. It's perfectly simple."
"Like 'Farmat's Last Theorem' simple?" Peter put in sarcastically.
"I just take your DNA, run it through a..."
"Photocopier?" Peter spat.
"No."
"Exactly. No." Peter said, turning away from his father and walking out of the lab. Olivia managed to stay hidden as he past her and then quickly followed him out to the corridor.
"Peter," she said, catching his attention. He turned a worried look on her. "What's 'Farmat's Last Theorem'?"
He smiled. "A three hundred year old equation that still has hundreds of incorrect proofs in it. You heard all of that and that's your only question?"
"Yep," she said, stepping in and kissing him.
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Title/Prompt: FAMILY
Word Count: 296
Characters: Peter/Olivia
She had no idea how to tell him, it was a strange feeling really - she knew him well enough to know his response. He would be over the moon and if she did it right, told him and his father at the same time she'd probably find herself in the middle of the biggest hug available.
She was pregnant.
Maybe the prospect of telling them both was the problem. Walter Bishop scared her a little, the things he knew, the things he did. The things he'd done to her. She kept wondering what it would be like, if she'd ever be able to trust him alone with her baby. But he'd be family soon. Peter had proposed two weeks ago and she hadn't hesitated to say yes. They'd joked then that it would mean Walter as her father-in-law... but knowing about the baby made that more of a reality.
She needed to focus on Peter, keep her mind on him and trust his judgement with Walter. She loved him, love him more than anything in the world and when she'd told Rachel and Ella that he'd proposed her niece had gone crazy with excitement. Peter would be a great addition to their family and starting a family with him was like living in a dream world.
"You okay?" Peter asked, making her jump. She didn't realise she'd stopped and he'd joined her.
She smiled at him. "Deep in thought."
"Oh?" he asked, lifting an eyebrow. "Something saucy and involving me, I hope."
"Wondering what you'll look like holding out first baby," she said with a grin and started down the stairs into the middle of the lab.
"Olivia?" he said, stopping her as she approached Walter and Astrid. "Are you pregnant?"
Her smile grew. "Yes."
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Title/Prompt: FIGHT
Word Count: 297
Characters: Peter/Olivia
Olivia rolled across the ground away from and pushed quickly to her feet and spun to face him. He was strong, it was obvious he would be, but she didn't expect him to be this quick or agile. His technique was flawed, sloppy and almost as though he had learned from watching too many cop fights or martial arts movies. But that was why they were here, he needed to learn to fight. She let her smile turn into a cheeky grin, a tease of talent that they both knew he didn't posses.
"Bad, huh," he said, knowing he sucked at hand to hand fights. He knew that with no training at all he had a long way to go in order to come close to her level of skill.
She gave an honest smile and small laugh this time. "Working out at a gym gives you strength," she pause to give one bicep an appreciative squeeze. "But it doesn't teach you skill."
"That explains why I'm making this up as I go," he teased.
"The trick to any fight is to know your opponent."
"Does that include arguments, because you might wanna watch what you teach me here, just in case."
"Noted," she said returning to the cheeky grin. "If you don't know your opponent, your best bet is to watch his face. A lot of people give away their move by their expression, especially if they're not properly trained."
"So doing this," he lunged, trying to knock her off her feet but she side stepped him easily and watched him stumble forward for a split second before she tripped him. Peter rolled onto his back with a groan. "That wasn't fair." Olivia dropped down straddling his waist.
"Fights rarely are," she said before kissing him.
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Title/Prompt: RED
Word Count: 281
Characters: Walter
Walter smiled to himself as he picked up the red liquorice wand and ripped off the end. He loved them, the taste was great the challenge of ripping off the next bite was fun but most of all he loved the colour. Red. It was his favourite colour. He had a drawer full of red socks, but wouldn't wear them, wearing them would mean washing them and that would fade the colour. Then they wouldn't be red anymore, but pink and that was a detestable colour!
The day Olivia came in with a red coat on, he found himself smiling at her whenever she was near. She looked good in the colour and he found himself wishing more people would wear it. A red tie, red coats, red shoes, anything that was read would do. He remembered when they had come back from the other universe and she had coloured her hair a shade of red to replace her double. They hadn't known then that the woman they'd brought back was a fake, but it didn't really matter, the colour hadn't stayed despite his and Peter's protests.
There needed to be more red in the world.
Perhaps he could paint the lab red or just his work desk and get red chalk for his black boards and lots of red pens for while white one. He could get red sheets for his bed and red apples and tomatoes for the kitchen. Paintings with a lot of red for the hallway and the stairs up to second floor and perhaps a carpet somewhere or a red sofa and chairs for the living room.
The possibilities were endless!
If only Peter would agree.
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Title/Prompt: WORK
Word Count: 265
Characters: Peter (Peter/Olivia)
Work. He used to hate it, used to think it was a waste of time and the only reason to do it was to earn enough money to pay his bills and get something to eat - enough to live by. It was always that thing that got in the way of living, except that he needed money to live. Catch 22 with annoyance.
Now, though it was something completely different. It had become his life, his living and above all the key to his love life. Peter would joke with Olivia about calling in the dead of night and how they ended up all over the place. Sometimes he'd even joke that looking after Walter and running into dangerous people with her were the same thing. But he loved every minute of it. Walters useful and sometimes silly manner, Astrid's attempt to be an FBI agent while stuck with the worst babysitting job known to man, Broyles' harsh manner that carefully covers a friend he only lets reveal to people he can trust.
And then there's Olivia.
The day he met her, he'd pegged her as the standard FBI type, the straight collar, follow the rules and don't have a life type. She'd proven him wrong piece by piece over the years and now, when he looked her way she couldn't help but smile and he couldn't help the grin he gave in return. She'd become his world and her job would always be a part of that world.
He just hoped she realised Walter would always be a part of their world too.
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Title/Prompt: YOUR CHOICE - BEWARE THE END OF SEASON 3 SPOILER!
Word Count: 264
Characters: Olivia, Fake!Olivia, Astird & Walter (Peter/Olivia)
She had visions of him, images in her mind, dreams in her sleep of a man she knew. She knew him well in the night, passionate kisses and caresses, words of comfort and love. He was as real to her then as Astrid and Broyles were in the day - as real as standing face to face with her alternate self. If only she could remember his name and where he went.
"P." She said at random, receiving a look from Astrid and her alternate. "His name starts with a P."
"Who's name?" her other self asked.
"In my dreams, there's a guy. It's like we're married. I think he's name starts with a P."
"You're married to him and you don't know his name?"
Olivia gave her a look of agreement. It was weird, confusing and frustrating and she just couldn't help the wish that he was real. She wanted to feel those kisses for real and learn were those touches could actually lead. He was exciting on so many levels.
"P for Peter." Walter said idly as he dropped a box of doughnuts on the table.
"What?" She asked.
"Peter. My son."
"I didn't know you had a son, Walter." Astrid said, echoing what she was thinking.
"He died."
"I'm sorry," Astrid said, laying a hand on his arm.
"Peter." Olivia said, feeling the word over her tongue and through her mind. "That's his name."
"Yes," Walter agreed.
"No," she countered. "The man in my dreams, his name is Peter." Now she just had to find out who and where he was.
1 Peter/Olivia Video - 2+ minutes long
7 Sets of 6 Icons
6 Unbeta'd short stories (250+ words each)
FAN VIDEO
Prompts: MUSIC & I WANT YOU
ICON SETS
Prompts: BLUE, DRUGS, FBI, FOOD, I LOVE THE BAD GUYS, OUT OF CHARACTER & *SQUEE*
BLUE
DRUGS
FBI
FOOD
I LOVE THE BAD GUY
OUT OF CHARACTER
*SQUEE*
SHORT STORIES
Prompts: CRACK, FAMILY, FIGHT, RED, WORK & YOUR CHOICE (Spoiler for end of season 3)
Title/Prompt: CRACK
Word Count: 294
Characters: Olivia, Peter & Walter
Olivia stood in shock, staring at what was going on in the middle of the lab. Walter was to blame for this, he usually was for the things that went on in the basement of the university, and quite a few of the things that went on outside too. Mind you, this one had to take the cake.
"I can't believe you did this, Walter." Peter said, trying to stave off the two pairs of hands that tried to fondle various parts of his anatomy.
"Jodie and Caitlin are perfect subjects for my love trial," he said, sounding too innocent and too much like a teenager with a new gadget to play with.
"I already have a girlfriend, Walter, and I'm pretty sure she's not gonna be happy with this." Olivia tried hard not to clear her throat and let them know she was there watching.
"Don't worry, son," Walter said bouncing away from the group. "I have it all worked out, you don't have to do a thing. I'll just clone you and..."
"You want to what?" Peter exclaimed at Walter.
"Clone you. It's perfectly simple."
"Like 'Farmat's Last Theorem' simple?" Peter put in sarcastically.
"I just take your DNA, run it through a..."
"Photocopier?" Peter spat.
"No."
"Exactly. No." Peter said, turning away from his father and walking out of the lab. Olivia managed to stay hidden as he past her and then quickly followed him out to the corridor.
"Peter," she said, catching his attention. He turned a worried look on her. "What's 'Farmat's Last Theorem'?"
He smiled. "A three hundred year old equation that still has hundreds of incorrect proofs in it. You heard all of that and that's your only question?"
"Yep," she said, stepping in and kissing him.
-----
Title/Prompt: FAMILY
Word Count: 296
Characters: Peter/Olivia
She had no idea how to tell him, it was a strange feeling really - she knew him well enough to know his response. He would be over the moon and if she did it right, told him and his father at the same time she'd probably find herself in the middle of the biggest hug available.
She was pregnant.
Maybe the prospect of telling them both was the problem. Walter Bishop scared her a little, the things he knew, the things he did. The things he'd done to her. She kept wondering what it would be like, if she'd ever be able to trust him alone with her baby. But he'd be family soon. Peter had proposed two weeks ago and she hadn't hesitated to say yes. They'd joked then that it would mean Walter as her father-in-law... but knowing about the baby made that more of a reality.
She needed to focus on Peter, keep her mind on him and trust his judgement with Walter. She loved him, love him more than anything in the world and when she'd told Rachel and Ella that he'd proposed her niece had gone crazy with excitement. Peter would be a great addition to their family and starting a family with him was like living in a dream world.
"You okay?" Peter asked, making her jump. She didn't realise she'd stopped and he'd joined her.
She smiled at him. "Deep in thought."
"Oh?" he asked, lifting an eyebrow. "Something saucy and involving me, I hope."
"Wondering what you'll look like holding out first baby," she said with a grin and started down the stairs into the middle of the lab.
"Olivia?" he said, stopping her as she approached Walter and Astrid. "Are you pregnant?"
Her smile grew. "Yes."
-----
Title/Prompt: FIGHT
Word Count: 297
Characters: Peter/Olivia
Olivia rolled across the ground away from and pushed quickly to her feet and spun to face him. He was strong, it was obvious he would be, but she didn't expect him to be this quick or agile. His technique was flawed, sloppy and almost as though he had learned from watching too many cop fights or martial arts movies. But that was why they were here, he needed to learn to fight. She let her smile turn into a cheeky grin, a tease of talent that they both knew he didn't posses.
"Bad, huh," he said, knowing he sucked at hand to hand fights. He knew that with no training at all he had a long way to go in order to come close to her level of skill.
She gave an honest smile and small laugh this time. "Working out at a gym gives you strength," she pause to give one bicep an appreciative squeeze. "But it doesn't teach you skill."
"That explains why I'm making this up as I go," he teased.
"The trick to any fight is to know your opponent."
"Does that include arguments, because you might wanna watch what you teach me here, just in case."
"Noted," she said returning to the cheeky grin. "If you don't know your opponent, your best bet is to watch his face. A lot of people give away their move by their expression, especially if they're not properly trained."
"So doing this," he lunged, trying to knock her off her feet but she side stepped him easily and watched him stumble forward for a split second before she tripped him. Peter rolled onto his back with a groan. "That wasn't fair." Olivia dropped down straddling his waist.
"Fights rarely are," she said before kissing him.
-----
Title/Prompt: RED
Word Count: 281
Characters: Walter
Walter smiled to himself as he picked up the red liquorice wand and ripped off the end. He loved them, the taste was great the challenge of ripping off the next bite was fun but most of all he loved the colour. Red. It was his favourite colour. He had a drawer full of red socks, but wouldn't wear them, wearing them would mean washing them and that would fade the colour. Then they wouldn't be red anymore, but pink and that was a detestable colour!
The day Olivia came in with a red coat on, he found himself smiling at her whenever she was near. She looked good in the colour and he found himself wishing more people would wear it. A red tie, red coats, red shoes, anything that was read would do. He remembered when they had come back from the other universe and she had coloured her hair a shade of red to replace her double. They hadn't known then that the woman they'd brought back was a fake, but it didn't really matter, the colour hadn't stayed despite his and Peter's protests.
There needed to be more red in the world.
Perhaps he could paint the lab red or just his work desk and get red chalk for his black boards and lots of red pens for while white one. He could get red sheets for his bed and red apples and tomatoes for the kitchen. Paintings with a lot of red for the hallway and the stairs up to second floor and perhaps a carpet somewhere or a red sofa and chairs for the living room.
The possibilities were endless!
If only Peter would agree.
-----
Title/Prompt: WORK
Word Count: 265
Characters: Peter (Peter/Olivia)
Work. He used to hate it, used to think it was a waste of time and the only reason to do it was to earn enough money to pay his bills and get something to eat - enough to live by. It was always that thing that got in the way of living, except that he needed money to live. Catch 22 with annoyance.
Now, though it was something completely different. It had become his life, his living and above all the key to his love life. Peter would joke with Olivia about calling in the dead of night and how they ended up all over the place. Sometimes he'd even joke that looking after Walter and running into dangerous people with her were the same thing. But he loved every minute of it. Walters useful and sometimes silly manner, Astrid's attempt to be an FBI agent while stuck with the worst babysitting job known to man, Broyles' harsh manner that carefully covers a friend he only lets reveal to people he can trust.
And then there's Olivia.
The day he met her, he'd pegged her as the standard FBI type, the straight collar, follow the rules and don't have a life type. She'd proven him wrong piece by piece over the years and now, when he looked her way she couldn't help but smile and he couldn't help the grin he gave in return. She'd become his world and her job would always be a part of that world.
He just hoped she realised Walter would always be a part of their world too.
-----
Title/Prompt: YOUR CHOICE - BEWARE THE END OF SEASON 3 SPOILER!
Word Count: 264
Characters: Olivia, Fake!Olivia, Astird & Walter (Peter/Olivia)
She had visions of him, images in her mind, dreams in her sleep of a man she knew. She knew him well in the night, passionate kisses and caresses, words of comfort and love. He was as real to her then as Astrid and Broyles were in the day - as real as standing face to face with her alternate self. If only she could remember his name and where he went.
"P." She said at random, receiving a look from Astrid and her alternate. "His name starts with a P."
"Who's name?" her other self asked.
"In my dreams, there's a guy. It's like we're married. I think he's name starts with a P."
"You're married to him and you don't know his name?"
Olivia gave her a look of agreement. It was weird, confusing and frustrating and she just couldn't help the wish that he was real. She wanted to feel those kisses for real and learn were those touches could actually lead. He was exciting on so many levels.
"P for Peter." Walter said idly as he dropped a box of doughnuts on the table.
"What?" She asked.
"Peter. My son."
"I didn't know you had a son, Walter." Astrid said, echoing what she was thinking.
"He died."
"I'm sorry," Astrid said, laying a hand on his arm.
"Peter." Olivia said, feeling the word over her tongue and through her mind. "That's his name."
"Yes," Walter agreed.
"No," she countered. "The man in my dreams, his name is Peter." Now she just had to find out who and where he was.