P/O fic: There Is No Me Without You Sweetheart

[Mancha]

There Is No Me Without You Olivia

Author: Mancha.

Rating: T

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Fringe characters. I don’t own

anyone or anything as of this moment. I also don’t own the lyrics to

the song: Meet Me Half Way. By Kenny Loggins. That belongs to

him. Summary: “There is no me without you Olivia.” Peter’s

words to Olivia as he kneels down on one knee and asks

her to marry him. Every P/O lover’s dream! Date Started: 12/30/09.

Date Finished: 1/1/10. Hope you will enjoy the first chapter of this

story. First in the “Reality” series. Thanks!

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June 12th, 2010 8:35 a.m.

My phone rang off to the side of my bed somewhere. I had

been having the most wonderful dream. Peter being the center of it.

For five months Peter and I have been testing the boundaries of our

relationship. We spent too many candle-lit dinners to count on one

hand, and it wasn’t a bad thing either. I smiled at the caller

id on my phone. Peter. I cleared my throat and answered it.

“Morning Peter. You know I was just having a dream about you...”

I heard a slight chuckle from the other end of the line. Peter

seemed to be in a very good mood, more so than usual. His voice on

the other end was soothing to my soul, and I welcomed it with every

ounce in my body.

“Would you like to have breakfast with me Liv? We can talk over a

breakfast of omelets with green onions and diced peppers in them,

strong coffee and some strawberries and whipped cream. After

breakfast, I have a surprise for you...”


A surprise? For me? A smile spread across my face and

never left it as I hung up the phone with Peter. I’d be to his house in

less than twenty-five minutes. I could practically smell those omelets

now. Mmm. Maybe some sausage and eggs and bacon to go on the

side? Good heavens I was hungry! I quickly set my phone down on

the bed and went over to the closet to find just what I wanted to

wear this morning. Opening it, the fumbled through the contents,

letting my mood decide what best to wear. I decided on a simple pair

of gray slacks that I normally wore for work, and a white blouse.

Though these were my work clothes and it was Saturday, I wanted

to look nice for the occasion knowing full well that Peter would

have candles lit no matter what kind of meal it was. Just to make it a

little more romantic. I laughed at the thought and got dressed as

quickly as I could. I ran a brush through my hair and gathered my

keys from the table by the front door.

Once I was in the car, I turned the radio on, trying to find something

wonderful to listen to. A song came on that I hadn’t heard in ages

suddenly, and all it reminded me of, was Peter and I. Which fit

perfectly.

‘In a lifetime made of memories, I believe in destiny. Every

moment returns again in time, when I’ve got the future on my mind

know that you’ll be the only one, meet me half way, across the sky.

I’m where the world belongs to only you and I. Meet me half way,

across the sky. Make this a new beginning of another life. In a

lifetime, there is only love, reaching for the lonely one. We are

stronger when we are given love, when we put emotions on the

line; know that we are the timeless ones. Meet me half way across

the sky. I’m where the world belongs to only you and I, meet me

half way across the sky...’

I smiled as the song reached the end just as I reached Peter’s

house. I had a good feeling about today that something good was

going to happen amidst all that’s gone on in the past five months. I

shut the car off and exited the car, making my way towards the

house. Before I could even knock on the front door, it opened to

reveal Peter who was dressed in a white polo with a green vest over

the top and dark pants with a belt. Well, someone dressed for the

occasion. I felt very generous this morning, so I leaned in and pulled

Peter in for a kiss. When we pulled away and went inside, Peter’s

eyes seemed to be dancing with excitement.

“Well good morning to you too beautiful. Mmm... Did you use that

strawberry mouthwash again? Cause you taste good...”

I playfully gave Peter’s arm a good smacking just for good

measure. I looked around for Walter wondering where he might be,

but maybe that was best to be left alone for now. As we entered the

kitchen, my nostrils were hit with an aroma of so many good things

to eat. My eyes widened as I saw a big stack of pancakes, plate of

bacon, a few omelets, sausage and various other assortments of

breakfast foods including some fresh fruit. I took a seat at the

kitchen table and waited as Peter served me my breakfast. I began to

protest.

“You know Peter; I could’ve gotten my own breakfast. You didn’t

have to do this for me...”

Peter’s smile only grew more as he finished placing my plate

in front of me with an omelet, three sausage links, two pieces of

bacon, and a handful of strawberries my favorites kind of fruit. We

ate in silence, giving each other playful glances back and forth before

we were finished. Peter, being a good host, asked if I wanted more.

“Would you like some more Liv? Because if you do, there is still

plenty...”

I shook my head no and waited for a moment to see who

would make the next move. I looked at Peter semi-confused as he

came over to my side of the table suddenly. Curious, I asked what

he was doing.

“Peter, what are you doing?”

He only smiled more at me, and getting down on one knee

he pulled a ring box from his pants pocket. Opening it, he gave me

his answer.

“Olivia Dunham, would you do the honor of becoming my wife?

Because honestly, there is no me without you Olivia. I would

rather spend my life with you than any other woman on this planet.

So, will you marry me?”

I was speechless. He’d actually asked me to marry him! I

took a drink of water or two before answering him. I nodded my

head slowly, tears ready to come down the floodgates.

“Yes... I will...”

With my answer, he quickly slipped the ring over my ring

finger on my right hand. Wow, it was beautiful. He must have spent

a fortune on this ring! For good measure, he kissed my hand. After

he was done doing that, he pulled me up from the table and got

behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. I could feel

his warm breath on my neck as he kissed it. I welcomed it with all

my being.

To Be Continued...

A/N: So, what’d you think? Some very good P/O benchiness here?

Let me know what you think and I shall post more to your heart’s

content! Thanks!

[Mancha]

Chapter 2: Moving Day

Author: Mancha.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Fringe characters. If I did Olivia

and Peter would be married by now and having their first baby. The

only thing I own: Olivia’s engagement ring. Date Started: 1/1/10.

Date Finished: 1/2/10. Hope you will all enjoy! Thanks!

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June 17th, 2010 5:30 p.m.

Moving things from my apartment to Peter and Walter’s

house was time consuming, but well worth it. As we finally got the

last box into the house and set it down on the hallway floor, I looked

around at all the boxes that I had marked for which rooms they’d go

in. As I was looking through one of my boxes, I felt Peter’s arms

snake around my waist protectively. I felt his warm breath against

my left ear. I swatted at Peter’s head playfully and giggled a little as

he bit my ear in a loving but yet sexual gesture.

“...That is a preview of tonight’s dessert. Hope you’re hungry. I

meant the steaks that I’m cooking...”

I only looked over my shoulder and into Peter’s eyes. I

burst out laughing. I knew exactly what my future husband was

thinking. He was going to get a surprise himself later. Walter came

down the stairs as he heard the both of us laughing.

“You two love birds getting it on already? Wouldn’t you like to go

somewhere more private for that? Hmm?”

Peter and I broke out of our embrace and stared at Walter.

Boy did he know how to really ruin the mood. I sighed, maybe after

dinner I would get my mood back. I gave Peter a knowing look

telling him with my eyes: ‘We’ll continue this later’. I snaked my

left hand into his and walked into the kitchen with him. I let go of

him and took a fry pan out of the cupboard. I then took some

cooking spray from the cupboard up above my head, taking the cap

off and spraying a generous amount into the pan. The steaks, already

sitting out because they had been defrosting all day long, I put the

biggest one in the pan first. Turning the burner under the pan on to

medium and let it cook slowly. Peter once more snaked his arms

around my waist. I was distracted though, and could only think of

cooking the food.

“You know Liv, I’ve been thinking about the future for the past two

days. I cannot wait to start a family with you.”

I smiled to myself. Oh there would be plenty of time for

that. Walter must be pushing this on us. He’d just have to wait. We

still had a wedding to plan. I took a pair of tongs and turned it over,

making sure it was brown. Peter distracted me by taking the tongs

out of my hands.

“Hey! You know you cooked dinner last night, I think you deserve

some of my cooking thank you very much.”

Walter stepped between the two of us. He knew what was

coming. I sighed frustrated. Why were we arguing over something as

stupid as cooking dinner?

“Now son, agent Dunham. A lovers’ quarrel isn’t the way to solve

this problem. The two of you should work this out.”

I sighed, for once Walter was right. I gave Peter an

apologetic look and let him put the second steak onto the frying pan.

We couldn’t always do it our way all the time. We worked as a team

now.

“I’m sorry Peter. I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. It’s just,

you’ve been doing so much for me already, and it’s my turn to cook

for you. We take turns with this from now on okay?”

Peter liked the idea of cooking for me all the time better than

the alternative I had just given him. He finally conceded and nodded

his head in agreement. We both had to work together on this. He

kissed the back of my neck and apologized.

“I’m sorry too... I guess it’s just all the stress of moving all your

stuff into the house. Well, we’ll have a nice dinner tonight and finish

unpacking those pesky boxes tomorrow okay?”

I nodded my head and finished cooking the first steak.

Bringing a plate down from the cupboard, I placed the hot steak onto

it. I guess we could have put these on the barbeque too. Now we’ve

just made the house really hot... We had no air conditioning in the

house so we had all the fans going.

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10:30 p.m.

It was too hot to do anything but lie in bed. Peter and I had

been playing footsy with each other all throughout dinner. Peter had

pulled the sheets over him and I both. I shoved them off though,

because it was making me uncomfortable. Too hot for that... He

looked over at me with a pout on his face and a puppy-dog look. He

was begging me, but it honestly was just too damn hot for sex.

“Of all nights Peter, you chose the hottest night in the history of

Boston for a little sex? How about we just stick to making out. It’s

just too damn hot for everything else... And why do you need to

cover us with the sheets? It’s too hot for that...”

Peter pulled me in for a kiss. Either the temperature was

rising in here or it was me because I felt like I was on fire... Peter

wasn’t helping the situation either...

To Be Continued...

A/N: Too hot for you guys? I used the 'it’s too hot' scenario because

I’m not ready to go where I was going to go yet... It’s a little too

soon for that for me... Hope you enjoyed... Hit the blue reply button

at the bottom of the page and let me know what you think! Thanks!

[spazzium]

too hot for us? i bet you could ramp it up a bit and no one would mind....
great stuff!!!!

[Checkmate]

I don't want to sound like a creeper here, Mancha, but a little farther wouldn't bother me! I've gone pretty far in fics I've written and come out happy. So don't be a afraid to push it a little bit. (That sounded wrong given the mindset I'm in... ) Loving the P/O goodness.

[Mancha]

Chapter 3: Trouble from the Past

Author: Mancha.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Fringe characters. If I did Olivia

and Peter would be married by now and having their first baby

already... That won’t come until later my friends... The only thing I

do own though: Olivia’s engagement ring... A/N: Get ready for a

twist you didn’t see coming, and in a very unconventional way too,

in a very Fringy way... Date Started: 1/2/10. Date Finished: 1/3/10.

Hope you will all enjoy! Thanks!

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June 25th, 2010 7:35 p.m. EST

After a light dinner of Penne pasta in olive oil and some lean

turkey meat, Peter and I had decided to take a walk in the park.

Walter had insisted that he come with us. He claimed that he wanted

to talk plans about the wedding, but instead settled on badgering us

on grandchildren. Peter and I were getting annoyed that he was

asking this for the ten-thousandth time tonight the same question.

“When am I going to see grandchildren from the two of you?”

I looked down at myself, self-consciously. Walter had to

know, our children would come later... But little did I know, one

would come much sooner than I had expected... But not from the

man I loved... Peter turned to Walter, an annoyed laugh escaping his

lips.

“Walter! Really? That’s the ten thousandth time you’ve asked Olivia

and me that tonight! Don’t you think you’re jumping the gun just a

tad bit? Olivia and I are still engaged. You’ll just have to wait just a

little longer. Be patient.”

Peter and I laced hands together and kept walking through

the park. I smiled as a woman with her baby passed the both of us.

Peter smiled too, looking at me. With a kiss to the back of my neck,

he voiced his thoughts.

“I cannot wait to see you carrying one of those. You’d look

beautiful.”

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July 25th, 2010 1:35 p.m.

Something doesn’t feel right. Peter and I were having a late

lunch, and Walter had gone out to the store saying he’d wanted a

pint of rocky road. Peter had let him go, but told him to come right

back. I could feel Peter’s concerned gaze on me as I put my fork

down on my plate of noodles.

“Hey, Liv, are you feeling alright?”

That’s just it, I didn’t know. I was feeling kind of strange.

But I couldn’t put my finger on it. I shifted in my chair

uncomfortably. Suddenly, I felt as if someone had socked me in the

stomach. I got up quickly and went into the foyer by the stairs. I

took a deep steadying breath to try and calm myself. Excruciating

pain ripped through me all of a sudden, causing me to cry out in

pain.

“PETER! Help!”

Peter was by my side in seconds, almost scooping me up in

his arms. I was crying now, tears that flowed down my face, were

those of the frightened kind. His eyes desperately searching my own,

I could barely see straight anymore.

“ ‘Livia, what wrong? Where does it hurt honey?”

It was hard to tell because it was a mix between both my

stomach and my abdomen. I started running the things I could

possibly have in my head. Could be gall stones... Or food

poisoning... Or just cramps... But I’m not on my period... I only

placed my hand in between my stomach and my abdomen to show

Peter where it hurt. Before I could protest what he was even doing,

he whisked me up into his arms and carried me by twos up the

stairs. He gently set me on the bed and went for the phone. I was

doing my best to keep myself calm by taking deep breaths. It wasn’t

working. The pressure wasn’t so much focused on my stomach

anymore, but had moved down to my abdomen. What the hell is

going on! I felt wet suddenly, and my mind went reeling. What was

going on! Speaking to no one in particular, I voiced my thoughts.

“What the hell is going on here!”

I almost jumped ten feet into the air when I saw someone I

hadn’t intended to see so soon. Let alone out of jail. I stared into the

cold steely eyes of Larry Stentz. His eyes were practically popping

out of his head with his own sadistic giddy. I could only stare. Peter

became defensive.

“...And so the process begins Agent Dunham... Shouldn’t be long

now... At the rate of your uterine contractions, I estimate 30 minutes

to an hour for the delivery time of this child...”

My face paled and I bit my lip to quell a scream dying to

escape my lips... Oh my god, the son of a bitch had succeeded! But

how? And when more importantly. Peter lunged at Stentz with a

ferocity I had never seen before. Maybe it was in an effort to protect

me.

“You sick psycho! How could you do this to her! More importantly,

when? I want an answer out of you Stentz, and within the next thirty

seconds or so before I bust some teeth out of your mouth.”

Stentz gave Peter an evil laugh. I could do nothing but

writhe in the bed in pain. I reached out to Peter for help. I needed

help. I couldn’t do this alone. Stentz answered Peter in less than 30

seconds. But was not pleased with his answer.

“Your fiancé was given an injection about a month ago, you get

where I’m going with this. Point being here, the child she is bringing

into the world is the last Super soldier we need... Gestation time for

this particular one: one month. They generally don’t ‘show’, that’s

why most don’t even look pregnant in the first place. Your fiancé is

a good example. With all our surrogate mothers, they have a shorter

gestation time period than that of a regular pregnancy...”

Peter by now, was fed up with Stentz and decked him one

right in the face. The man fell like a sack of potatoes to the ground.

He went over to the bureau in front of the bed and pulled out my

handcuffs from the drawer. He slapped them on his wrists to the

chair facing away from the both of us in one of the corners of the

room. Peter rushed over to me when I called out for him.

“Peter! Please help me, it hurts! Please make it stop!”

My mind was still reeling from all the information I’ve just

been given. Peter took my hand and squeezed it, trying to comfort

me. He looked at me horrified... This wasn’t what I had in mind for

having children so early... Where was Walter at? He’d know what

to do... Though I didn’t like the thought of him seeing me like this.

“It’s alright Liv. I’m right here baby. Not the way we pictured

having a baby is it? We’ll get through this. What he did to you is

wrong... Where is Walter when you need him?”

Walter had been gone for nearly an hour already. The pain I

was feeling now was searing white hot, and it must be at its peak

now, because I was feeling different, my maternal instincts were

kicking in, and my body’s natural reaction to push came into full

view. Peter lifted me up and placed me under the covers. It was too

hot to be under the covers, but it was to shield me from view of

Stentz. I couldn’t ignore my body’s natural reaction to push any

longer.

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“...It’s... a boy Olivia...”

My mothering instincts got the better of me. Though this

baby was not my own, I wanted to see him. Mother’s natural

curiosity for her child I guess. Peter’s horrified look made my

stomach do flip-flops over and over again. His cry sounded strange.

When Peter’s hands emerged from under the sheets on the bed, in

tow was a small baby with clubfoot and a cleft palate. Stentz wasn’t

going to be too happy about it. Feeling sorry for the baby boy, Peter

placed him in my arms. Five minutes went eerily by and his cries of

pain quieted and he went still in my arms. I got tears in my eyes.

“Oh my god... Oh my god... Peter he’s dead!”

Stentz grew upset and did his best to free himself from the

chair that was bolted to the floor. Ironic, we’d tied him to the chair.

His idea of having a perfect Super soldier had failed... Though this

nameless baby hadn’t been both mine and Peter’s I still had an

emotional attachment to him, because I had given birth to him...

To Be Continued...

A/N: I've been up since 2:30 and have been at this for the last three

hours... What a Fringy twist to this chappie huh? Let me know if this

was a bit much... I kind of tied this back to Hidden Dangers if you

haven’t noticed... Let me know what you think... So hit that blue

reply button... Thanks!

[Frosty]

Whoa! Didnt see that coming. Nice job!

[Mancha]

Chapter 4: The Aftermath

Author: Mancha.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Fringe characters. If I did Olivia

and Peter would be married by now and having their first baby. Date

Started: 1/3/10. Date Finished: 1/3/10. Hope you will all enjoy!

Thanks! A/N: So Olivia is a little depressed... But this is the last

chappie that will be like that I promise...

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July 28th, 2010 7:45 a.m.

It’s been three days since I lost him. Three days isn’t

enough to heal open and painful wounds. I slowly padded my way

down the stairs. Thank god it was Saturday. I didn’t like going to

work in this mood. Walter and Peter said nothing as I came into the

kitchen, my bathrobe wrapped around me tightly. I sat down at the

kitchen table and stared at the wall just beyond Peter. I barely

looked at him when he placed a steaming cup of freshly brewed

coffee in front of me. He smiled at me and gave my hand a gentle

squeeze. I tried giving him a smile, but failed only giving him a

grimace instead. In my stupor, I managed to speak for the first time

about what happened since the incident.

“Peter he was so light in my arms. And his cries, nothing in the

world could have soothed them. If only I could have fed him, if he’d

taken just a little milk, I would have been happy. At least then I

would have known he would have been okay. I don’t think all the

love in the world could have saved him. It was as if he just closed

his eyes and went to sleep for the last time...”

I felt Peter’s arms wrap around me in a comforting hug. He

was now rubbing my back in circular motions with his hands. When

he pulled away, he face was a mask of seriousness. He then took me

by the shoulders and looked me in the eye.

“I know you don’t want to do this Olivia, but, you really need to get

yourself checked out. Just to make sure everything is alright that is.

You should really have a doctor take a look at you.”

There was proof that I had been carrying a baby. But it

wasn’t that easy to find the spot where it was on my abdomen.

Walter locked eyes with me for a moment, but I looked away. Peter

got the same vibes from me.

“Walter, she doesn’t want you to touch her.”

I hesitantly opened up my robe revealing my Northwestern

t-shirt and a pair of black sweatpants. I placed my hand carefully

over my abdomen and rubbed it a little to find the exact spot where I

had found the ‘bump’. Peter looked at me anxiously.

“It’s right... here!”

I took my hand from my abdomen and Peter placed his

hand where mine had just been. His eyes went wide as saucers. He

felt around a little just to make sure. He nodded his head in

agreement.

“Okay Walter. I’m going to take Olivia to the hospital to get her

checked out. You are more than welcome to come. But it’s probably

better if you stayed out in the waiting room. The last thing Olivia

needs right now is you being in the same room with her while she’s

been examined down there.”

Walter tried his best to protest his only son, but closed his

mouth instead. After changing into some decent clothes, the ride to

the hospital was one of silence. Walter sat in the middle in the

backseat. While Peter and I sat in the front, he on the driver’s side

and me in the passenger’s seat, he took my hand and gently

squeezed it. When we finally got to the hospital, I held my breath in

anticipation and worry. But Peter was there to back me up. This

would be the first time I’d have to see a Gynecologist before our first

born.

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8:35 a.m.

I was absolutely freezing in this thin hospital gown! Why did

they always keep these rooms at awful temperatures? Sure it was

supposed to be only a little over one hundred degrees today, but it

was only 75 outside right now... I was falling asleep just as a rather

petite doctor with short brown hair and glasses came into the room.

She smiled at both Peter and I.

“I’m Doctor Sanders Olivia. So are we checking to see if you’re

pregnant?”

I shook my head and looked at Peter pleadingly. I really

didn’t want to tell her the reason why, but at least she was a woman

doctor and not male. I have a thing about males doctors looking at

me in places I don’t like them being.

“No actually. I just need you to check and make sure that everything

is okay. I gave birth three days ago and I was just wondering if I was

doing okay...”

Doctor Sanders nodded her head. Fair enough. She smiled

at Peter and I more. Somehow I knew she was going to ask if the

baby had been a boy or a girl. I held my emotions in check as she

asked me that question.

“Boy or girl?”

I bit my lip holding my tears back. The wounds were still

open wide on this subject because only three days had gone by.

Literally. I took a deep breath and told her my answer.

“I uh... I had a boy... But he passed away from complications a few

minutes after he was born... He was a very ill little boy...”

Compassion swept across Doctor Sanders face and she

immediately apologized.

“Oh I’m very sorry for your loss Olivia. This must be very hard for

you. I’m going to have to ask you to put your feet up on the table.

Now take a deep breath in and relax your body. There we go. Good

girl. This may be a little uncomfortable, but it shouldn’t hurt. If this

starts to hurt, let me know and I’ll stop. Okay?”

I nodded my head and bit my lip nervously taking another

deep breath. Peter was my support beams through all of this. He

squeezed my hand in a comforting gesture. I gave Doctor Sanders a

nervous smile when her head popped out from under the sheet.

“Well, there isn’t anything physically wrong with you. Everything’s

intact. I must say, you have a beautiful womb. You have nothing to

worrying about when it comes to bearing more children Olivia. The

only thing that concerns me is the scar tissue in the upper left hand

corner of your womb. According to your medical records, it says

you had a benign tumorous mass removed from your womb about

seven months ago?”

I nodded my head. I was hoping she wouldn’t bring that up.

I hadn’t thought about it since I had told Peter when we were in

Portland.

“Yes that’s correct. I had it removed seven months ago and my

doctor said that I was in the clear as far as that goes. Is there

anything else we should know?”

Doctor Sanders shook her head squeezing my hand in a

comforting gesture. She then shook Peter’s hand and took a wipe

and handed it to me so that I could clean myself up. I sighed in relief

when she left. I was relieved that this was over. Peter and I could

finally get past this. We still had a wedding to plan, and with the

wedding being a month and a half away, we’d have to work

feverishly to get all the invitations out. But honestly, we were going

to have a small wedding.

“See, didn’t I tell you that everything would be alright? Now we can

put this behind us. I’m here for you, and I’m going to get you

through this no matter how long it takes. We’re in this together

now.”

To Be Continued...

A/N: Okay, some angst and some P/O comfort/goodness at the same

time... Let me know what you thought of this chappie! Yay, two in

one day! Both 13 hours apart from each other! Wow! So don’t be

afraid to press the little blue reply button! Thanks!

[LovinSha]

You're awesome and insane Mancha!

[bookworm2342]

I'm with LovinSha.

[Mancha]

Thanks guys for the comments! Glad you are enjoying this fic! I promise not to pull out another one like these last two chappies... Too much angst? *Shifts nervously*