A Different Type of Comfort
Just something I had to get out of my mind! I have more chapters planned, regardless of reviews (although what author doesn’t look forward to them). Slightly futuristic/AU. Also, I sort of switched narrative from third to second, but I think it makes sense.
Fringe does NOT belong to me.
Something disheartening happens to Olivia. However, she is able to find comfort in two people: a deranged scientist and his ‘bad boy’ son.
It’s a good thing that you called when you did. For once, you silently applaud Walter for doing something noble such as pestering you to call Olivia to make sure she’ll bring him those samples tomorrow. You expected Olivia to be alert when you called her; it was only 8:30 when you called, surely she’d still be awake.
You were surprised when Charlie picked up the phone.
“Peter,” was all that Charlie huffed. Your mind scanned all the dreadful circumstances he had put himself into. Either Charlie and Olivia were intimately engaged, or something was wrong.
“Look, something has happened. Why don’t you stop by?” It was all that he said before he hung up. Not wasting anytime fretting, you barked at Walter to behave and headed for the door.
Walter emerged from the bathroom and brightly chirped, “Oh, did you ask her about the samples?” His smile was retorted with the slam of the hotel room door.
Peter’s gloved hands gripped the steering wheel as he circled around Olivia’s apartment building. Police lights were flashing and nosy neighbors were gazing at the latest event.
Peter walked in while the majority of the police officers and Staff were walking out. His eyes scanned the room looking for her.
There.
You spotted her gleaming blonde hair and realized she was sitting quietly, like she was in a world of her own, on the couch. Despite the rustling noise of busy people carrying out their tasks, you felt an eerie sense of desolation and silence.
Before you chummed up the courage to approach her, Charlie stopped you to debrief on what had happened.
“Someone kidnapped Bella and Rachel. There was no note and a sign of struggle. There’s nothing we can do right now. It’s not looking good,” Charlie informed.
Peter broke his current fixated stare on Olivia and looked at Charlie. It was then that he made up his mind.
“I’ll take her someplace safe tonight; with me and Walter.” Charlie nodded his head in approval, stole one more glance at the morose figure on the couch, and exited the room.
“Olivia.” Peter whispered it so softly he was surprised that she heard him. She came out of her trance and gazed at him.
He tried to read her countenance and stance. For once in his life, Peter Bishop was at a loss of what to do say to fix the situation.
“I don’t want to be here,” escaped from her lips.
You contemplated whether or not you should help pack her an overnight stay bag before opting that it really wasn’t that important.
She stood and silently walked out of the apartment, leaving her coat and keys behind.
This was going to be a hard night for everyone.