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Belong P/O
A/N: This is set two days after the events of the finale...
Belong
Peter walked into his bedroom, surprised to find Olivia sat on his bed, he paused.
“Livia...” He said, surprised, the image of her sat on his bed did things to him, he wouldn’t lie.
“You uh...you okay?” He mustered as he pulled off his jacket. They’d been back in their universe for two days now, and he and Olivia hadn’t as much as spoken about the kiss they shared.
He couldn’t help but notice the air of dominance about her as her eyes flickered to his, there was something sultry in the way she was watching him, it wasn’t just lust, was it...curiosity?
“I’m fine.” She replied, tilting her head slightly, she climbed to her feet and walked over to him, Peter couldn’t take his eyes off her. Something about her was different, and he couldn’t quite place it. Her hair still dark from pretending to be the other Dunham, and he didn’t mind the leather jacket she wore. It wasn’t her usual get up, but she was stunning.
Peter stood still as she approached him, her eyes never left his.
“You keeping this colour?”
“You like it better.” She replied, an uneasy laugh escaped his lips, he furrowed his brow at her. How did she know that?
“I really missed you when I was over there.” Peter confessed after a moment. The two stood close, not breaking his gaze, she pushed the bedroom door shut behind him, his eyes followed her. He had so many questions as he studied the beautiful woman, only one reached his lips.
“Why’re you looking at me like that?” he asked.
Olivia cracked a bemused grin, as if teasing him. The playful look in her eyes made his heart stir in his chest, she stepped closer, Peter stared at her.
Olivia leaned in close, Peter didn’t move, he wanted her more than he should, and he knew that.
He closed his eyes as her lips grazed his ear, “I missed you too.” She whispered, Peter gazed at her, his senses on fire as he leant in and kissed her deeply. Olivia ran her hands through his hair, clutching the back of his head she kissed him back passionately, Peter raised an eyebrow, surprised at how hungrily she kissed him.
Taking her lead he found himself kissing her with a growing aggression, wrapping his arms around her, he lifted her and pushed her against the door, she let out a surprised laugh, he gazed at her.
She grabbed him by the collar and kissed him again, leaning into him. Peter felt as if he was about to lose control, his lips found her neck. As Peter made his way along her neck down to her collarbone, Olivia’s gaze landed on her reflection, a chill ran along her spine as her eyes drifted from the photograph of Bishop with his father on a chest of drawers by the mirror, her steely eyes drifted back to her reflection, was she really going to do this to herself?
Peter kissed her again, momentarily distracting her, she had to admit, she understood the other Olivia’s attraction to Bishop, he was one hell of a kisser, and really did care about her. She knew what her mission was, and that’s all that mattered.
As he pulled off her jacket, she pulled off her shirt and threw it aside. He pulled away, she glanced at him, the concern in his eyes made her freeze.
“What’s wrong?”
“Your arm...” he said, she breathed a sigh of relief as he turned her to face the mirror and looked at her reflection from over her shoulder. She could feel the warmth of his body against her bare back as she faced her reflection under Peter’s concerned gaze, his hand moved down her right arm, taking it gently, he raised it, the caring way he handled her might’ve made her weak in the knees if she loved the guy.
She furrowed her brow at her bruised arm and studied it, letting her guard down as Peter kissed the top of her shoulder, his nose grazed her bare back, she smiled slightly, he felt good. She raised her arm and lowered it, realising she hadn’t even realised when she got the bruise, it was probably during the fight against the other Olivia. She was glad Peter was so smitten with her alternate, it made her job more easy and a lot more fun. She paused as she realised Peter hadn’t kissed her for a few seconds, she looked up at the mirror and froze. Peter stared at her in shock. He had brushed her hair aside, exposing her tattoo. His soft eyes turned angry as they remained on hers in the reflection. She tried to turn quickly, and punch him, but he dodged it, grabbing her arms he pinned her up against the door. She writhed in his grip.
“Get off’ve me!”
“Where’s Olivia, what’re you doing here?” He prompted in fury.
“Let go!”
“WHERE IS SHE?!” He roared, Olivia flinched and peered up at him. “If you’ve hurt her...I swear to god.” He said simply, the disdain in his eyes as he watched her made her stomach turn. As if hating how close they were standing, he let go of her arms, she rubbed the spot on her arm where he had grabbed her. He was powerful, more powerful than she expected. She watched him cautiously, not sure what to do next.
He threw her shirt at her, she caught it and put it on.
Then he handed her the leather jacket, Olivia stared at him.
“I don’t wanna hurt you.” He said firmly, “where’s Olivia.”
Olivia smirked, but before she could make a remark, Peter slammed her up against the wall, pinning her, then twisted her arm.
“Alright! Alright!” Olivia yelled. Peter stared at the imposter furiously, he hated his attraction to her, “Let go of me, and I’ll tell you.” She said in a low voice.
As Peter reluctantly loosened his hold on her, she studied him, “Wow, you really love her don’t you?”
Peter’s silence resonated between them. Olivia smiled slightly, “it’s sweet.”
“Where is she?” Peter asked, any intimacy between the two had disappeared.
--
Olivia sat in the corner of the pitch black cell with her face buried in her hands, she’d been in the dark so long she was losing track of time. The nightmares had started again, she was alone and terrified.
All she could do was have faith that Peter would find her, that he would get her out of here.
The shutter rolled up, Olivia jumped to her feet and ran to the window pane, a woman with dark hair studied her wistfully, “Please, let me out!” Olivia begged, she could have sworn she recognised the woman from somewhere. “Please!” Olivia pressed, her hands firmly against the window.
“Mrs Bishop,” a voice said, “come this way.”
“Who is this woman?” She inquired, Olivia stared at Peter’s mother.
“Please, I know your son...” Olivia mustered in desperation. The young man touched Mrs Bishop’s shoulder and gestured for her to proceed down the corridor.
For a moment Olivia saw hope as Mrs Bishop placed a hand on the glass, Olivia stared helplessly, she felt like she was losing her mind. She had to get out of here, she had to get back, to where she belonged, she had to get back to Peter.
As quickly as hope had appeared, it dispersed as Mrs Bishop turned away from the window, Olivia pounded the glass, “PLEASE!” Her desperation turned to terror as the young man returned to the pane and lowered the shutters.
“No, no, no! No...PLEASE let me out!” She couldn’t stand to be in the darkness any longer.
Defeated, hands sore and bruised, she pressed her forehead against the window in the pitch black room and sobbed, slowly lowering herself to the ground in despair.
Last edited by Benchy; 05-21-2010 at 03:46 PM.
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WOW!!!! I love this!!! You definitely win. Like big time win.
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Benchy, this is pure awesomeness! Can't wait to see where you go with this next!
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OMG!
Ok and so... yeah.That, that... was hot. I mean, they didn't even DO anything, but still it was hawwwt. It feels so wrong to put Peter and AlterLiv in a bedroom together, and yet, it also is like, um, awesome.
Dude. It is so cool that even AlterLiv could tell that Peter loves "her."
NICE touch with the "You like this hair color better" line, and how caring he was when he saw her bruised arm.
GOD even their foreplay is hot. What?I'm at work. Stop this. This is inappropriate for the workplace!
You know, I don't even know.
I don't. Seriously.
This lack of knowledge exists in a good way.
I am trying to write a really good review, here. I'm not doing my work because of it.
Basically. I know you're writing part 2 right now, but I can't imagine how it's going to get better from this. This was SO GOOD. You are a freaking fantastic writer. I think you know that.
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what she said.Originally Posted by miley
OMG!
Ok and so... yeah.
Dude. It is so cool that even AlterLiv could tell that Peter loves "her."
NICE touch with the "You like this hair color better" line, and how caring he was when he saw her bruised arm.
GOD even their foreplay is hot. What?
You know, I don't even know.
I don't. Seriously.
This lack of knowledge exists in a good way.
I am trying to write a really good review, here. I'm not doing my work because of it.
Basically. I know you're writing part 2 right now, but I can't imagine how it's going to get better from this. This was SO GOOD. You are a freaking fantastic writer. I think you know that.
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Love it!I'm crying again, he is going to hate himself so much for not noticing sooners, is this a one shot? it would be nice to read more. Really good!
thank you, i'm glad you liked part 1!!! Winshmin! we write for the benchwarmers
Hey Mancha, I already read and commented
Thankyou for reviewing, i'm glad you enjoyed it!
I love it when you're at work...OMG!
Ok and so... yeah.
Dude. It is so cool that even AlterLiv could tell that Peter loves "her."
NICE touch with the "You like this hair color better" line, and how caring he was when he saw her bruised arm.
GOD even their foreplay is hot. What?
You know, I don't even know.
I don't. Seriously.
This lack of knowledge exists in a good way.
I am trying to write a really good review, here. I'm not doing my work because of it.
Basically. I know you're writing part 2 right now, but I can't imagine how it's going to get better from this. This was SO GOOD. You are a freaking fantastic writer. I think you know that.
thankyou
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Chapter Two:
Walter smiled at Peter and handed him a plate of pancakes and a fork.
“Busy night last night?” Walter grinned. Peter died inside.
“This conversation isn’t happening.”
“I always thought you were a romantic, gentle, tender, but with all the banging I heard last night-“
“Walter. Stop.” Peter ordered, “Thank you for the pancakes. Do not enter my room.”
“Oh, well...very well, you’re very welcome, say hello to Olivia for me!” He said candidly. “Should I get her out a towel?”
“Goodbye Walter!” Peter announced as he vanished into his bedroom, Walter gazed after his son with pride, “young love.”
As Peter entered his bedroom, he locked the door behind him.
“Breakfast.” He announced to Olivia, who was bound to a chair.
“I’m not hungry.”
“You have to eat.” He replied, “I won’t let anything happen to you till I find Olivia.”
“How sweet.”
“You’re the only leverage I have. If I don’t have you, I have no way of bringing her back.”
Olivia scowled at him as he sat on the bed and studied her.
“I know you’re hungry.”
“Then you’ll also know my hands are tied. Want me to eat, untie me so I can.”
Peter smirked, “you think I’m that easy to dupe?”
“I duped you pretty steady last night...who knows how that might’ve worked out.”
Peter clenched his jaw.
Olivia fought back a smirk, “Admit it, you’re just mad at me because you want me, even though I’m not her.”
Peter climbed to his feet and put the plate on the bed. Folding his arms, he studied her.
“Don’t play games with me.” He warned.
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” She replied with a playful smile. Peter inhaled deeply and studied her.
“What? What happened to you in your life over there? You’ve definitely got daddy issues, and I’m guessing what...? Your mother didn’t love you enough? What was she? Depressed?”
Olivia stared at him, for the first time in hours, she was speechless.
“You’re really not that complicated.” Peter said, “I’m bringing Olivia back, and you’re gonna help me.”
“Why would I do that?”
Peter walked over to her and crouched opposite her, “because you don’t wanna find out what I’m capable of, sweetheart.”
Olivia met his gaze, letting his words sink in, he turned and cut the pancake, and offered her some, her eyes locked with his as she opened her mouth, letting him feed her.
She studied the handsome smartass, he had his father’s mind and his mother’s gentle eyes. She’d seen Mrs Bishop once, and to actually be in another universe with the infamous Peter Bishop was still alot for her to get her head around. She swallowed then cleared her throat, she noticed Peter sit up at the gesture. He gave her the look he had given her when she walked into his father’s office that day, when he saw her for the first time. A part of her envied her other self for having a man who’d gaze at her like that. She of course had her own boyfriend, but things hadn’t been easy, nor did he watch her the way Peter would. These two had the real deal, and for the smallest moment, she was wistful.
“What if I told you that I can’t go back home without completing my mission?”
Peter nodded at her bound legs, “What if I told you, you can’t go anywhere till you agree to help me bring Liv back.”
“’Liv,’ huh?” She asked with that bemused smile, the one that got under his skin and clawed at his heart, leaving him nowhere to hide his deepest feelings.
“Olivia.” He corrected himself, then furrowed his brow “I mean...” he trailed off. Olivia studied Peter for a long moment, she felt a twinge of guilt in her gut, he could’ve have done a lot worse than just tie her to a chair. She owed him the little she knew.
“He won’t hurt her. He just needs to break her down or something.”
Peter straightened, “what do you mean?”
“I don’t know what it means...I don’t get told much, I just...follow orders.”
“Like a gun for hire.” Peter said softly.
“Something like that.” She replied, her voice was thick and for a moment Peter could have sworn he saw remorse in her eyes.
“Why’re you here?”
“To fit in whilst Mr Secretary works to protect our world, to find someone and kill him.”
“Who?”
“Dream on Bishop.” She smirked, “You’ve got me tied up, but you haven’t got me.”
“Do you always talk like a dominatrix, or is this a special occasion?”
Olivia scowled at him. Peter smirked, she wasn’t expecting his comeback and it felt good.
Peter ran his hands over his face, the thought of Olivia being trapped over there made him feel sick. He wanted her here, in his arms, even more so now that he knew this was where she wanted to be. He glanced down at his empty arms, then over to Olivia.
“I’ll help you complete your mission if you tell me who your target is and why. In return, you’re helping me get over there.”
Olivia studied him suspiciously, “deal. One thing though, we can’t tell Walter over here, oh and one more thing...he’s alittle...weird.”
“Like father like son?” She asked.
Peter gave her a begrudging look.
--
Olivia jolted awake by the foot of the door, beads of sweat rolled down her face, the terror pumped through her. She was exhausted, every time she drifted off, she’d have terrifying dreams. The sound of the door being unlocked made her scramble to her feet, two men in black overalls entered the cell and grabbed her by the arm. A third man entered, the twisted smirk on his face was the last thing she saw before he placed a bag over her head.
Olivia struggled in their mitts as they led her out of the cell. The fleeting glimpse of floorboards then carpet was all she could see beneath her feet. She heard another door swing open, moments later someone roughly shoved her down on a bench.
“Be gentle.” A nurturing voice ordered.
“Sorry ma’am.” A man replied gruffly.
Several thoughts raced through Olivia’s head as she heard the door slam shut behind her, she heard someone walking towards her, they stopped right next to her. She could feel their presence and it terrified her. Her hands were bound, and ached from struggling against the metal cuffs.
“It’s okay, I won’t hurt you...” the voice said gently as it grew closer, Olivia jerked her head this way and that, trying to locate the person. She fell still as she felt the mask being lifted from her face. She squinted as daylight flooded her eyes for a moment, she took in the different shades of grey in the room she was in. She leant away from the woman as her eyes adjusted and recognised her. Peter’s mother smiled sympathetically at Olivia.
“My husband tells me you’re a terrorist.”
“No, no, please...I just wanna go home.” Olivia managed, fighting back sobs, she was broken and tired.
“My husband denied me the right to see you...”
“Your husband’s an evil man-he wanted to kill Peter...use him to destroy our universe.”
“You’re from the other side?” The woman asked, her gentle eyes were trained on Olivia’s face. “How do you know Peter?”
“Peter...?” She repeated, just hearing his name aloud for the second time made her ache. Another wave of sobs hit her, she did her best to remain composed.
“Please...you have to help me.” Olivia whispered, Mrs Bishop’s eyes were on Olivia’s bruised wrists. It took alot for a person to injure themselves in the process of trying to escape.
“What does my husband want with you?”
“I don’t know.” Olivia confessed, “I don’t...Walter...our Walter, from our side, he-he did some experiments on me and some others when we were children.” Olivia explained, Mrs Bishop climbed to her feet and poured Olivia some water as Olivia spoke.
“I can see both sides, and I should be able to travel across, but I don’t know how to control it on my own...Please, I need your help...” Olivia pled, Mrs Bishop put the glass to Olivia’s lips and helped her drink.
“I came by your sell earlier as you slept, you mentioned Peter.”
Olivia stared at her, Mrs Bishop smiled softly.
“You’re the Olivia Dunham he told me about.”
Olivia studied her, not sure what to make of this. Walter, as Mr Secretary was a bad man, but his wife was good?
“He spoke fondly of you...he told me how you gave his life purpose. Something nobody he had ever loved had done before, he told me that’s how he knew you were special.”
Olivia’s eyes moistened, “he told me so much, and then suddenly, just as he was rediscovered, he disappeared from my life again.” The agony in her eyes made Olivia’s stomach turn.
“I’m sorry.”
It was Mrs Bishop’s turn to fight back tears.
“Don’t be, you and Peter are reaping the consequences of Walter’s wrong-doings.”
“Elizabeth??” Walter’s voice was harsh as it the door slammed open, Olivia jumped in her chair.
“Who left you alone with her?” Walter demanded from his wife, “Was it Orely? I’ll have him fired.”
“No, Walter, I wanted to see her.”
Walter fell silent, he studied his wife.
“I am sick of losing my son- you’re playing with my heart, every time you mention him-”
“This is not the time, nor is it the place Eliza,” Walter said gently now. Olivia watched him apprehensively.
“I want an hour alone with her.” Elizabeth said, “And I’ll turn a blind eye to everything you’ve kept from me.”
“What’re you talking about?”
“Peter left me a letter.” She said firmly, as Walter processed this, Elizabeth held his gaze, “One hour. That’s all I ask, she’s spent time with him, I miss my son.”
“Twenty minutes.” Walter said.
“Off the record.” Elizabeth added, Walter stared at his wife, far from happy.
“Very well. But Elizabeth, don’t do something stupid. I need her.”
Elizabeth nodded, Walter pecked her on the forehead, but Elizabeth barely responded, she waited for her husband to leave before turning to Olivia.
“We don’t have much time...” She began.
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thank you, thank you, thank you!!!please more?
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*whines* MSC is piggybacking off my reviews!!what she said.
Ok, so I was writing this review as I was reading.. so... yeah.
Oh. God. Walter!
EVEN though you sent that small part to me already, it was still so great. Too perfect for words. Really.
ALTERNATE OLIVIA IS TIED UP
AltOlivia is tied up, and I could not be happier about it!!!
Omg Benchy... sooo this part: "You should eat something." "I'm not hungry." THAT IS SO ALIAS, right there. Uhhhhhm YES blue haired Sydney
AHH, I love smart-ass Olivia in a chair!!!
AND AHHHH! This line: Peter walked over to her and crouched opposite her, “because you don’t wanna find out what I’m capable of, sweetheart.”
ALTER OLIVIA IS JEALOUS!!!
I love all the conversation/interactions between Peter and AltOlivia. It's brilliant! BRILLIANT.
A bench! A bench! I spy a bench!!
But sadly, no Peter on that bench.
AHA. you always have more up your sleeve than just a simple storyI love how it's never just fluff. I would end up just writing fluff. But Elizabeth, she's got something going on, and Peter, he's got a plan too. And AlterOlivia, she's got a mission.
Duuude. So you have three excellent stories going on at once. And I know you write other things, too, not just P/O. You must be really talented to keep it all straight and put so much into each story.
I will end by saying
THIS IS AWESOME!
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