I know that this is much shorter than the rest of the chapters... but i think it fits. tell me if you agree!!! I didn't really have an ending planned, but i'm quite happy with how this one turned out :)

As always, I own nothing fringey.

Peter stirred in the night when he felt the mattress shift. He'd told himself that he was in a deep sleep, but there was some part of his subconscious that was honed in on his immediate surroundings – monitoring Olivia, who lay beside him.

Sleep was completely obliterated concept when he noticed that Olivia was in fact not lying beside him, but sitting upright in bed, knees drawn to her chest beneath the blankets, and starring straight ahead. She didn't even flinch when he sat up slowly beside her.

Neither spoke a word to break the comfortable silence. All the while, Peter's eyes were trained, unwavering, on hers. They were glassy and dark in the pale light coming through the cracks in the blinds. The weak light also made her skin look even paler than it already had been that last little while, giving Olivia the air of someone who was eerie… almost haunted in appearance.

Finally, Olivia's gaze shifted from that unidentifiable point that had her seemingly transfixed and fell on Peter. Now it was a starring match. Peter just looked her face over once again. Pale, looking even paler in the shadows that whispered across her features now that the light ambushed her from the side. Without initially realizing it, Peter found that his hand was gently brushing aside the disheveled strands of blonde hair glowing silver in the streetlight's hazy glow; her ghostly likeness was even more exaggerated. God, Peter thought. Her skin was even cold beneath his fingertips.

A lone tear slid down her cheek. But once again, Olivia did not betray anything beyond that tear. Peter wiped it away with an easy swipe of his thumb, bringing his other hand up to rest lightly on her cheek. Troubled, desperate eyes gazed, pleading, back into his; finally the first sign of weakness in her fortifications. Peter frowned as he always did when he was concerned, the ever-familiar line forming on his brow. The mattress shifted and squeaked as Olivia slowly turned to directly face him. Unable to deny the plea in her expression any longer, Peter leant in until their foreheads touched, hands still cradling Olivia's head. Two small hands gingerly touched his chest, testing the grounds, before ten fingers curled slowly into his thin t-shirt. Peter's hands had minds of their own, migrating down her back to hold her even closer to him. Deep, shaky breaths mingled in the small airspace between lips. Another squeaking of springs signaled Olivia moving closer still to him, their lower bodies now pressed together.

Tingles ran through Peter's body like electricity but he didn't push it. I won't take advantage of her. And yet, somehow, their lips met somewhere in the middle, the result of a combination of both his and Olivia's actions. Balance wasn't important anymore as Peter used one arm to support himself on the way down. Olivia was already down beside him, inching one leg around his, as Peter began to roll himself on top of her…. He stopped midway, pulling away slightly. It felt to so right, so natural, so perfect, but not at her expense. She was hurt, unwell, probably not thinking clearly –

"Peter," her voice, small and quiet interrupted his thoughts, "I want this. Right now, now I want to really live."

Looking into those beautiful, expressive eyes telling him that she needed him just as much as he needed her, Peter smiled, keeping his eyes open only long enough to see her smile in turn, one like he hadn't seen grace her features in months, before letting them shut slowly, her lips holding the key to his compliance.

There it is folks, that's the end! thank you all very much for sticking with this story to see it through.... even though i have obvious issues when it comes to updating!

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