Characters: Olivia Dunham & more [Fringe]
Word count: 197
Prompt: Part 2 of making myself feel better.



Another boring day of going through motions ended with Peter asking Olivia if she wanted to get dinner. First she heard nothing but the concern of his voice and told hersef she needed to focus -- realising too late that it was not distraction pulling her attention away, but her environment. Her lips opened in confusion and then she was falling, blindly aware of a man's shout (and was it fear, was it joy?).

And she was collapsing against the floor, through the floor, except now it was a doorway, and she was in an office and taking a step towards a desk without knowing how or why or when she'd arrived. The world felt yellow and suffocating, and she blinked again, suddenly mid conversation with someone.

With Charlie.

And she was reaching for her gun in an instant, only to find nothing, too confused to listen ("didn't you hear me yelling?"), and then her back was against a hard floor and there was nothing but cold, blue reality and Peter's frown filling her vision.

She tried to breathe but there was nothing to take it from but grief. Grief and the gasping, struggling seed of hope.