So for some reason this little voice in my head (YES, I have a little voice in my head, it yells at me constantly to write and update) is telling me that I'm in big trouble with you guys…

All I can say is that I'M SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING SOONER. I'm lazy, I'm a procrastinator, but I am also a very easy target for writer's block. And that is exactly what happened to me this time. I will forever be in my wonderful readers' debt!

Also… So I'm a little wary on posting this, because I don't FEEL like it's my best work, but I do feel like it's a necessary chapter. It's a "filler," written simply because it was necessary. I kept re-reading this chapter, fixing it so that it was a piece of writing that I knew I would enjoy reading, and hopefully it will satisfy you all!

Oh, and one more thing: THE WINTER SEASON FINALE. Wasn't it amazing? Like seriously, I couldn't go to sleep that night, my heart was beating so fast after seeing SO much P/O shipping in forty-five minutes! Ahh, that episode was a dream come true. All I can say is 1) I am PSYCHED that the writer's are officially making the P/O shipping a significant aspect on the show and 2) I am OVERJOYED that Fringe is finally back! Oh, and Fringe officially being signed on for a third season? THANK GOD.

Anyways haha, review when you're done reading, please! Tell me what you think!

…and enjoy.

Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN FRINGE. Dang it.

Previously from I'll Always Be There to Catch You When You Fall:

Olivia smiled, shifting herself to become more surrounded by his embrace, and finally let her eyes close. Everything was become blurry around her and she knew she'd be asleep very soon.

"Peter?" the name rolled off her tongue easily, but her voice was raspy from exhaustion.

"Hmm?"

"Thank you. For everything..." she was barely able to say the last word, her mind beginning to shut down on her.

At this, Peter pulled her closer to him, his warm fingers brushing her face as he combed them through her long blonde locks. She felt a slight, loving pressure on her temple and quickly realized he had kissed her there.

The last thing she remembered before succumbing to sleep was his words, "Anytime for you, sweetheart."

"Um… hello?"

Olivia felt a tiny, yet surprisingly hard poke on her right arm.

"Aunt 'Liv?"

These two familiar, comforting words immediately had the laborious FBI agent fluttering her green eyes open, eager to see her six year-old niece's adorable face.

A smile spread across Olivia's features, and she contently whispered, "Hey, sweetie," coughing slightly to clear her raspy voice that was still thick with sleep. She could feel a dull ache radiating from the center of her skull, and made a mental note to down some Tylenol to numb the growing pain.

Ella flung herself into Olivia's arms upon hearing the greeting, her face instantly brightening into happiness.

"Oh, Aunt 'Liv! Peter said you were really sick- Mommy and I were so worried!" She tightened her iron grip protectively around Olivia's neck as she spoke.

Olivia chuckled as she rubbed the six-year-old's back comfortingly. Sighing, she slowly pushed her aching muscles to move as she sat up on her huge, plush bed. All the pain she was feeling from her actions dissipated though, the moment Ella scrambled feverishly to sit on her lap.

Amused, she laughed at her niece's heartwarming actions before gently untangling herself from their embrace.

"Sweetie, I'm feeling much better now (lie), but I think it'd be best if you didn't touch me too much- I would hate to see you catch my nasty cold."

Ella's face fell a little, but she nodded understandingly, unwrapping herself from Olivia's arms and resorting to sitting beside her on the queen-sized bed so that she could play with her aunt's mussed up bed hair instead.

Sitting together for some time, Olivia lost herself in Ella's humorous stories about New York, the city where she and Rachel had been for the past week and a half.

Rachel had planned the trip around the idea of spending some mother-daughter time with Ella, so Olivia politely denied the invitation she received to join them; she felt like she would intrude on their special week, and was also sidetracked by the fact that Broyles would never let her leave the office for so long.

Ella had just begun an exciting story involving the Central Park Zoo and a zebra when suddenly ripples of laughter could be heard from the room next over. Curious, the blonde raised her head a fraction of an inch in response to the puzzling noise.

The FBI agent didn't have to wait long to unravel this mystery. Seconds later, an extremely flushed Rachel and a disshelved Peter walked into the room, grinning madly. Rachel was fanning herself, whatever punch line to the joke Olivia had obviously missed apparently too hilarious for words to express.

At the sound of Ella's enthusiastic voice, the two adults turned their heads to come face-to-face with a very surprised Olivia. She weakly tried to oppress the foreign feelings of jealousy and envy that were bubbling inside of her, unable to take her eyes off of Rachel's manicured hand that was resting lazily on Peter's forearm.

Oblivious to the icy expression on her sister's face, Rachel dashed to Olivia's side the moment she realized her sister had awaken.

"Olivia! You're finally up, thank God! You had me so worried!"

From the way Rachel's eyes pooled in kindness, Olivia knew her sister's words were true to the core. Nevertheless, she had to constantly remind herself of this observation, since the childish impulse to throw herself under the covers and scream at the overwhelming situation was becoming stronger by the second.

For once in her life, she was actually experiencing the rare occurrence of becoming good friends with someone, nonetheless a person as incredible as Peter… and her sister just had to go and pick him out of all the men in Boston to go around and flirt with? Olivia herself wasn't sure how exactly she felt about Peter, but couldn't her sister at least see that he meant a lot to her?

As crushed as she was feeling, it was in the blonde agent's nature to keep her emotions at bay, and she smiled widely at her sister while waving a hand at her good-naturedly.

"Rachel, I'm fine, don't worry about me!"

Without warning, the room shifted when Olivia suddenly felt an abnormally cool hand gently touch her forehead. It took her a moment to realize that it wasn't the hand that was cold, but rather her head, which was burning up dangerously.

"Yeah, I might have believed you 'Liv, if your forehead wasn't on fire."

Olivia looked up to see Peter staring down at her, his goofy expression completely swept away by a mask of focus and worry that replaced those features instead. She uncharacteristically jumped a little, not having seen him walk around to the small portion of unoccupied space next to her bed.

He looked so serious, so concerned, and it deflated Olivia's mood. It bothered her that she was the cause of his anxiousness, the reason for those unnecessary creasings on his forehead from worrying about her- she absolutely hated being any kind of burden to anyone, especially him.

"I'm fine Peter," she quipped, swapping his hand away in embarrassment. Three sets of eyes were now staring at her in worry, and she completely detested that.

Unable to handle the attention for even a second longer, she hastily slid out of the bed, causing Rachel and Peter to quickly circle around her for any assistance, much to her annoyance.

Her muscles screamed at the flames that had alighted from her movements, but she needed to do this; she didn't want anyone worrying about her anymore.

For the next hour, Olivia strived to keep up her strong façade. She poured coffee for her sister and Peter, asked Rachel what she thought of New York, and even read Ella's favorite picture book to her.

She only had to leave the room once, when she thought she was going to faint from utter exhaustion and swiftly excused herself for the bathroom, though not leaving quickly enough to miss Peter's questioning stare. Once in there she let go entirely, sliding down onto the cold tile floor for a moment before pushing herself back up and spraying some refreshing splashes of water onto her blazing face.

However, the image Olivia fell upon when she came out of the bathroom made her want to make a one-hundred eighty degree turn and empty her stomach into the toilet once again.

Peter and Rachel were at the kitchen sink, washing dishes and smiling jovially. Giggles were spurting from Rachel's mouth every few seconds or so, and she whispered something unintelligible into Peter's ear that made him turn back his head and chuckle loudly.

Olivia's heart clenched at the image before her. She had no words to describe the swirl of emotions churning through her system, no idea why she felt the air leave her lungs from being so green with envy.

In her head, she imagined haughtily storming into the kitchen scene before her, confidently welding herself between her baby sister and Peter as she grabbed him by his strong, broad shoulders so she could pull him as close to her with all her strength and smash her lips against his own-

"'Livvie?"

Startled out of her morning fantasy, the blonde agent jumped at the warm touch on her shoulder.

She looked up to see Peter's piercing orbs staring down at her, and quickly shook herself out of her terrifyingly delicious trance. Not even three feet away was Rachel, looking over Peter's shoulder, holding Ella in her arms.

It was in that moment that reality decided to finally strike upon Olivia, and she suddenly knew what she had to do. All her life she had always been the strong one, and two days worth of unrealistic mirth and the nastiest flu she had ever fell ill to were not going to change that.

Olivia needed to get back to her regular schedule; she needed to act like she was getting healthy again, even if her body wasn't planning to recover anytime soon. She needed to get back to work; so many people depended on her, and there were too many lives in jeopardy without her strenuous efforts.

Sighing sorrowfully, Olivia willed herself to stare into Peter's endless blue eyes one last time.

Out of all the regimes she had to adjust to once more, Peter would be without a doubt the most difficult one. He was amazing, and she would lose self-respect for herself if she even tried to deny the fact that she had feelings for the man. But she needed to be realistic, and part of doing so was taking her hormone-plastered emotions out of their strictly work-related relationship.

He was a colleague, a partner in solving crime, but nothing more.

If Peter wanted to be with Rachel…Well, Olivia thought miserably, I'm just going to have to accept that. It didn't take a genius, let alone someone as intellectual as the bronze-haired Bishop to realize that only a fool would want to be with the broken-up, damaged mess that was Olivia, and she acknowledged that as well.

After what seemed like hours but was most probably only a matter of seconds, Olivia shook herself out of her revere once more and studied the image before her.

Then, without another word, she gently raised her small hand and placed it on top of Peter's. The electricity that surged within her at the touch was indescribable, addictive and warm and wonderful at the very least, and she couldn't help but think about how right everything felt with Peter.

It was hard to continue her actions with him gazing at her with such surprise and emotion on his face, but she forced herself to squeeze Peter's hand tenderly before taking it off of her shoulder.

Olivia turned herself around before pausing to whisper, "I'm fine," as she quietly slipped into her room. A soft "Click" from her bedroom door could be heard, signifying that she had locked herself away from all of them.

So???? What'd you think? I don't know if this was one of the most captivating chapters, but I am SO PSYCHED because I plan to create some intense, pivotal moments in the following updates! I want a lot more romance between our two favorite lovebirds, and I'm planning to make that happen… very soon.

Please please PLEASE review this chapter!!!!! Tell me what you think! Did you like it, love it, hate it? Constructive criticism is alwayss welcome, just no flames please!!!!

Next update: sometime soon, as in the next week hopefully, since I am on spring break. BTW, because I am horrible like this- the more reviews, the faster I'll update! Just because any fanfiction author could say that reviews simply ignite a writer to work faster and create the best chapter possible.

Have a wonderful Easter everyone!

-Aly