3 Fringe Drabbles
Characters/Pairing: Olivia/Peter
Summary: It was the little things she noticed, barbs reminding her she hadn’t just left.
There were certain things she had come to expect. Despite her long incarceration in a prison the size of a universe, she would find things to be different, a subtle reminder that she had not simply left, she had been replaced.
There was the wrong sort of laundry powder in her bathroom. She never liked lime, smelling citrusy had always seemed to be too bubbly for her personality.
Her DVDs were out of order, the few books she enjoyed not where she left them. Some had systematically been separated into piles varying on relevance to her life. It hurt that what she treasured had simply been ‘homework’.
She had replaced her toiletries altogether, unable to hide her disgust at the thought of her using her toothbrush and make-up.
Title: Jazz
Characters/Pairing: Olivia/Peter, Fauxlivia
Summary: It was subtle, but it was there. She’d never liked music before.
It was…different. Olivia had never objected to his choice in music, but she never chose her own. She would sit and listen, the one aspect of her life where she was passive.
When they came back from over there, she seemed to express new vibrance, zest for life, appreciation for everything, music included. It was like everything was new. He hadn’t known that, for her, it was.
Before she’d never like jazz.
He’d enjoyed their new shared interest outside of strange and disturbing occurrences. Blissfully unaware of his infidelity.
Title: See You At 7?
Characters/Pairing: Walter. Peter/Fauxlivia
Summary: Prompt - It was hard to maintain a sense of gravitas with gravy stains on your shirt
Warnings: Look at the prompt, it is so obviously humour. Yes, while I do not like Fauxlivia, it was the only way the prompt would work.
Peter had been resigned to taking care of Walter since he accepted that he was necessary to Fringe Division. Since then, there had been many moments when he regretted the decision.
This was perhaps the worst. Or at least, the most recent.
He barely had time to process what was happening before an explosion…no more of a pop, reached his ears. And the gravy reached his shirt.
He really had no time for this, not with Olivia arriving in five minutes. The doorbell sounded. It was just his luck that she had arrived five minutes early.
“Shall I answer the door.” Walter asked, apparently oblivious to the gravy that was also decorating his shirt.
“No, that’s fine, I’ll get it.”
The sight that greeted him was Olivia in a very tight red dress. He tried to look impressed (which he was). She tried not to laugh. “Do I even want to know?” she asked, her giggles finally getting the best of her.
Glancing down at his shirt and determining it to be unsalvageable, he held up a hand.
“Just give me a second, I’ll change."
Summary: It was the little things she noticed, barbs reminding her she hadn’t just left.
There were certain things she had come to expect. Despite her long incarceration in a prison the size of a universe, she would find things to be different, a subtle reminder that she had not simply left, she had been replaced.
There was the wrong sort of laundry powder in her bathroom. She never liked lime, smelling citrusy had always seemed to be too bubbly for her personality.
Her DVDs were out of order, the few books she enjoyed not where she left them. Some had systematically been separated into piles varying on relevance to her life. It hurt that what she treasured had simply been ‘homework’.
She had replaced her toiletries altogether, unable to hide her disgust at the thought of her using her toothbrush and make-up.
Title: Jazz
Characters/Pairing: Olivia/Peter, Fauxlivia
Summary: It was subtle, but it was there. She’d never liked music before.
It was…different. Olivia had never objected to his choice in music, but she never chose her own. She would sit and listen, the one aspect of her life where she was passive.
When they came back from over there, she seemed to express new vibrance, zest for life, appreciation for everything, music included. It was like everything was new. He hadn’t known that, for her, it was.
Before she’d never like jazz.
He’d enjoyed their new shared interest outside of strange and disturbing occurrences. Blissfully unaware of his infidelity.
Title: See You At 7?
Characters/Pairing: Walter. Peter/Fauxlivia
Summary: Prompt - It was hard to maintain a sense of gravitas with gravy stains on your shirt
Warnings: Look at the prompt, it is so obviously humour. Yes, while I do not like Fauxlivia, it was the only way the prompt would work.
Peter had been resigned to taking care of Walter since he accepted that he was necessary to Fringe Division. Since then, there had been many moments when he regretted the decision.
This was perhaps the worst. Or at least, the most recent.
He barely had time to process what was happening before an explosion…no more of a pop, reached his ears. And the gravy reached his shirt.
He really had no time for this, not with Olivia arriving in five minutes. The doorbell sounded. It was just his luck that she had arrived five minutes early.
“Shall I answer the door.” Walter asked, apparently oblivious to the gravy that was also decorating his shirt.
“No, that’s fine, I’ll get it.”
The sight that greeted him was Olivia in a very tight red dress. He tried to look impressed (which he was). She tried not to laugh. “Do I even want to know?” she asked, her giggles finally getting the best of her.
Glancing down at his shirt and determining it to be unsalvageable, he held up a hand.
“Just give me a second, I’ll change."